If I owned it there would have been a few Monty Python references in the show. Not too many, but enough.
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He was a special child. He had to be.
Why else would he have this incredible ability?
But why did it have to be her child who was so special, and therefore so very vulnerable?
The first time it had been within weeks of his birth. She'd convinced herself it hadn't happened, that her baby's blue eyes hadn't gone gold and the warm blanket hadn't fallen off him on that warm day. But after that she was careful to make sure he was always the right temperature.
The second time had been a little while after he started sitting up by himself. He'd wanted the little wooden toy across the room and had simply stretched his little hands out. She'd watched in a kind of fascinated horror as his eyes changed and the toy whizzed across the room to land right in front of her son.
She'd been at a loss as to what she could do. Neither she nor her husband had any idea how to handle a baby that used magic instinctively and was too young to understand how dangerous that was. It was only a few years since Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot had conducted what had become known as the Purges and wiped out all the sorcerers he could find and most other kingdoms, including the one their village was a part of, were mistrustful and fearful of sorcerers.
If people like that found out about her baby she knew they'd kill him and the thought made her go cold whenever it crossed her mind.
But there were other people out there. People who would love to get their hands a baby like hers, who used magic without even having to think of it. They'd take him from her and use him, mould him into something awful.
So she was careful with him, oh so very careful. While he was too young to understand that he had to hide what he could do she kept him indoors. She could see how he wanted to play with the other children in the village but she was firm, he had to stay safe.
The winter he was three was difficult for her. She was only recently widowed and her child seemed to be getting more powerful every day. Holding him close to her breast through the cold nights she despaired at their situation. Every day she fretted about him being discovered. With her husband gone he was all she had. She wouldn't survive losing him.
But she never once tired to scare him, to make him fear and hate the magic he could do. If he felt like that he might stop using it and she might feel safe enough to let him out of her sight for even a minute, but the thought of making her baby afraid of something that was a part of him made her feel physically ill.
Her baby was a special child, destined for something great. She just wished she knew what that great thing was. Maybe then she wouldn't feel the need to clutch him to her breast so desperately every night.
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AN: I thought Hunith needed more representation; she doesn't get to say much in the show.