So this is my first story so feed back would be highly appreciated :)
this is collection of one shots from Merlin and Arthur's past so I hope you like them. These stories are also slightly AU so I hope you like the original characters I throw in :}
Disclaimer: No I don't own Merlin * sniffs *
-Penny
They were always meant to be together. Two sides of the same coin. Two destiny's linked by fate. They would always find each other across the mists of time. They would always be Arthur and Merlin...
Special
Hunith had always known that her baby would be special. Even after Balinor had been forced to leave and she had been left to face the trials of motherhood alone.
Hunith loved nothing more than to wander the hills and forests that surrounded her home. She loved to explain to her unborn child what each flower was named and if it had one what its purpose was. As it happened one clear day while she was out collecting herbs she saw it.
A lone bird circling high in the cloudless sky. Hunith raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sun's glare. It was a merlin. For some reason the moment felt important. Hunith shook her head, no that couldn't be right at all so she forgot about it.
It was early spring when she finally gave birth. The dawn of an new era. The frost was still clinging to winter's chin but the first green shoots were bravely peeking out.
Her child was a boy and Hunith was delighted, but some how she'd always known it would be so. But she loved him all the more for it. She loved his rather large sticky out ears, the soft raven coloured down atop his head and his large almost surprised looking bright eyes the colour of cornflowers.
As she looked down at the sleeping babe she wandered what she would name him. She tried a few names but none of them seemed to be right. Then she remembered the merlin she'd seen so many months before and smiled. Merlin, that's what she would call him and to Hunith it just seemed to fit, like it had always meant to have been.
Hunith knew her baby boy was special. She had known it before the objects in her room had began to float during her pregnancy. She'd known when little Merlin's toys spun round his crib while he slept. Her Merlin was special.
She'd never forget the look on her little son's face when at age two he'd levitated the kitchen table by accident. It was a look of pure joy and for a split second she'd seen his blue eyes flash gold. Little Merlin had clapped his hands and giggled. That had been up to the point that Hunith then asked him if he could please put the table down again.
This had resulted in tears as poor little Merlin had no idea how to replace the table. After several long hours he had finally been able to drop the table back to the ground. Hunith had nearly had a heart attack when one of the villagers had wandered past the window. Thankfully he had not seen the hovering table.
Hunith watched her little boy grow and knew the one day he would be the greatest sorcerer of them all.
