Sunlight shone through the leaves on the trees, and wind rustled them against each other. Water rushed somewhere near by, a constant and never changing flow.
Blue eyes watched the water as it ran, splitting around rocks and splashing against the banks. Sometimes, he wondered why he'd been made different. Why he was the way he was. Because it was an excellent question, why was he the way he was? And perhaps he would never understand.
Birds sang, melodic and calming. The young child sat on the grass, still watching the currents. Eyes flashed gold, and a bubble sprouted from the streaming river. It floated away, purposeless and beautiful. Wasted beauty. Merlin had a gift, his mother had told him that since before he could remember. But what good was a gift that would forever be hidden from the world?
He wanted to share it with people. He wanted them to appreciate his God-given talents. He longed to help with what surged in his veins. The very thing that made his and Hunith's life a very painful, and burdened existence, also made it more alive and breath-taking than anyone seemed to understand. And Merlin wanted to share the warmth he felt.
Small hands grabbed a bright red neckerchief, and twisted. A perfectly red leaf drifted down and landed atop black hair.
His eyes once more glimmered and shone, golden crystals slowing time. The trees whooshed, then began to sway sluggishly, and bird song became periodic and siren-like. Waters crashed, and nature continued around the warlock.
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