Angels Fall Down
By
Numb3rsfan
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, H/C, possible violence, possible OOC
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin, this is just for the enjoyment of the reader.
Summary: A child of magic shows up in Ealdor. Back in Camelot Merlin becomes gravely ill. Are the two somehow connected? Will Merlin die before all is revealed? -Set after Season 1 but before Season 2.-
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-Chapter One-
Mist swirled around trees, grass and what few livestock were left to graze outside. All of a sudden a flash lit up the night sky revealing slow moving clouds. Seconds after the flash appeared, a low rumble of thunder could be heard off in the distance.
Inside her small home Hunith quickly woke up with a start, the hair on the back on her neck rising as the low rumble of thunder faded to nothing.
Slowly Hunith sat up, gathering her blanket around her as she stood up and moved to the window to look out at the night sky. She saw a flash of lightning and heard another rumble of thunder. A storm was definitely coming in and from the look of the lightning and the sound of the thunder it was going to be a bad one.
A small wistful smile came over Hunith's face as she suddenly remembered all of the times her son Merlin had come to her bed shaking with fright over a thunderstorm. She had lost count of the times she was sitting up in her bed holding her son who was shaking and crying softly, holding his tiny hands over his ears while Hunith was gently rocking him, trying to calm him down.
That was nothing but a memory now for Merlin was no longer that little boy who was scared of thunderstorms. He was a young man now and living in Camelot, being trained in secret by her good friend Gaius who was also the court physician, and he was also the personal man servant to the future king of Camelot, Prince Arthur. Never in her life would Hunith have pegged her son to be in that position. She had hoped when she had sent him off to Camelot that he would be safe and happy and somehow manage to keep his secret safe, and somehow he had managed to do so, even though Hunith now realized how dangerous it must be for her son.
Returning to her bed Hunith reached under her small pillow and retrieved a small wood carving of a running horse. Merlin had done the carving when he had only been three years old and in fact it was because of that carving that Hunith finally had had to accept the fact that her son was different. Sure she had known he had magic even before he could talk; memories of dishes flying through the air came to mind then, but when she saw Merlin just stare at a piece of wood and slowly a horse carving came out of it…that had really scared her because she knew that her child's life would never be normal.
Running her hands lovingly over the carving, Hunith smiled at it as a few tears streaked down her face. She really missed Merlin, missed seeing his loving, smiling face, missed hearing his laughter and his stories but most of all she missed his voice because he looked like and sounded so much like his father Balinor. Balinor had been the Last Dragonlord. She had hid him from King Uther and against her better judgment she had fallen in love with him, and in a fit of passion she and Balinor had made love and it was through that that Merlin had been conceived.
Shaking her head Hunith put the carving back under her pillow and moved to lay down again when something stopped her. It was a sound that was all too familiar to her. It was the sound of a child crying. Standing up once more Hunith walked outside, a flash of lightning lighting up the environment long enough for Hunith to take a quick look around.
"Hello?" Hunith called, squinted out in to the darkness.
When no answer was forthcoming, Hunith walked out farther. She walked past a few houses, going to the edge of the small village of Ealdor.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called again.
At first she heard nothing but then she heard some sniffling. Curious she walked forward a few steps. Another flash of lightning lit up the sky and thanks to the light Hunith saw something she wasn't expecting to see.
A young boy with dark hair was kneeling next to a body. The boy had tears in his eyes and his entire head was wet as if he had been standing out in the rain, but it hadn't started raining yet.
"Please…" the young boy said, looking up in the darkness towards Hunith. "Help him…"
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The entire village of Ealdor was awake. Hunith had called for help and shortly afterwards the village had woken to her calls. Now forty minutes after finding the child, Hunith and the boy were in her home as the rain was now coming down hard outside.
The child was shirtless and wrapped in a blanket. He was sitting in Hunith's bed while Hunith herself was trying to dry the boy's hair.
"What is your name?" Hunith asked.
She heard the child sniffle a few times before a weak and tired, "Micah," escaped the boy's lips.
"Micah. That is a nice name. You can call me Hunith." Hunith said. She paused for a moment to put down the small towel she had used to dry Micah's hair before speaking again.
"I'm very sorry…about your father. I'm sure he loved you very much." Hunith said.
She watched Micah look at her with red, tear stained eyes and it was in that moment that she silently thought that Micah looked so much like her Merlin did at that age.
"He wasn't my father. He was my older brother, Samuel. Father and mother died when I was just a baby. Samuel raised me…and now he's gone. I'm all alone now." Micah said, lowering his head to rest it on his knees.
Hunith watched the boy sob for a moment before she wrapped her arms around the child, trying to comfort him.
"It's okay Micah. Everything is going to be alright." Hunith whispered. She felt Micah shake his head and heard him whisper, "No it won't. You don't understand."
Slowly Micah raised his head and fixed Hunith with a frightened look that reminded her of Merlin.
"What don't I understand?" Hunith asked. In answer Micah looked down for a moment before he looked across the room. Smoothly he raised his left hand and a wooden cup that had been on the small table in the kitchen slowly rose up and floated over and in to his hand.
"I have magic." He whispered in a frightened voice.
All Hunith could do was stare at the boy in shock. It was happening all over again…and she knew it.
