Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, its characters or anything related to the BBC serie.
Note: first attempt to the dictionary challenge. Overheated it was supposed to be. I wanted a go at something funny. Not sure it is. Anyway...
Sun was not yet down and heat was crushing the air. Spring had been warmer than usual, but with the first days of June, temperature had brutally increased up the scale. Camelot was used to hot summers, but not so early in the season. The promising harvests were suffering already from the lack of rain. Cattle were another worry, for they will have to burn the dead animals to avoid pestilence. For now, wells were still opened, but water level was decreasing rapidly. The king was worried.
Inside the house, it was bearable, if not comfortable. They kept the shelters closed most of the day, and opened them by night, so the cooler (well, less hot) wind refresh the air a bit. Fortunately, the walls were thick, so even if the overheated stones were burning hot outside, they didn't warm the inside that much.
The young boy dried perspiration on his face with his sleeve, and focused on his book. This one was difficult; the signs were dancing in front of his burning eyes. He concentrated on the words again.
« Merlin Ambrosius Emrys, you get here this very minute! »
Ohon… The use of his full name always meant trouble. He cast a look outside. Couldn't have hope otherwise… He beamed nonetheless. The child got off his perch by the window, and joined his mother downstairs.
« Yes mom? »
He offered his mother his most angelic smile.
« Do you care to explain? »
She was clearly not happy. He tried to defend himself.
« Dad said June should not be that hot…
It's snowing, Merlin! »
The white little flakes had covered the flowers and green leaves of the trees all around the house. The sun was still bright and hot, but it could not melt the magical winter he had called.
« You're better fix this before your father come home with your godfather.
-- Is SHE coming too? »
His mother repressed a smile. The Queen was the only person she knew who could have her son obeyed with only a frown.
« Yes, she is. And I'm pretty sure she won't be happy to have to walk through slush and mud to get inside. »
Merlin was up to the library in a flash. The book he had used to cast his spell was still opened on the floor. He turned anxiously the pages until she found the beautiful wind rose again. He tried to remember how he had put his memories of cool weather into words, and read the reverse-spell.
« Merlin, there's a snow-man in your garden…
-- Yes, Sire. »
The warlock sighed. His loving wife will probably have some lecture to do about illegible scrawls accessible to much too gifted children.
N/A: Really didn't turn out the way I wanted. Review anyway, please :)
