Hunith stood there where Merlin usually stood to clear his head, high in the northern wall.

It was cold winter.

Cold and hard.

Hunith had felt someone's presence. Someone really powerful. And when Bran was told what had happened on his journeyed to Camelot, Hunith foresaw difficulties. She took out the pendant and held it in her palm. In the seal was described a silver crescent moon. It had been her mother's family emblem. In the necklace was stringed also the ring and now Hunith took it off and placed it in her finger.

In the seal was figure of the sword.

It was her father's ring.

It was also her grandfather's ring.

She raised her hand.

"Can you hear me? I need your advice. I'm sure that you know what had happened to Merlin." Hunith whispered.

And then she just waited, but she didn't have to wait long.

The wind increased and the snowfall intensified around her.

"Your son has inherited a very powerful bloodline to his father side, but also in your side. So don't worry. He will be alright. He will be the greatest of all."

A man's voice was cold and Hunith turned her gaze toward the voice. In the middle of the snowfall came out a long figure. Comer reminded Hunith about his son. Same eyes, same high, same lanky build.

"So you knew about Balinor's family." Hunith said and bowed and the man walked beside of her.

"Of course I knew. If you'd asked, I would have told you."

Hunith was grateful that Merlin not have been inherited that cold tone what twinged every living soul.

"I always just though that Merlin's magic was on my mother's side. I never though that Balinor's dragonlord power was anything to do with Merlin's power."

"Partly, it is. Your mother' bloodline, and Balinor's, those together created something very interesting. And of course, also my blood flow through him. And it was bound to happen someday." The man shook his shoulders.

"Grandfather, did you knew that Merlin was…"

The man just stared his granddaughter and Hunith sighed.

"Of course you did."

"I'm surprised that you haven't gone there yet." The man noted.

"I travel tomorrow, that's why I wanted to speak with you first. I want to know, do I should tell him everything? And this winter. This winter isn't normal."

The man grinned. He was glad to know that some minor power was still remaining on his son's daughter.

"No, it isn't. Northern Queen was here, too much in south, too far away from her own lands. I don't know why. And my advice to you. It's time to tell him daughter. About my son Taran, and about your mother Euronwy. He has to know. Now that he know about his father's family, he has to know some things about yours. Anything else?"

Hunith hesitated, but she wanted to know.

"It was Freya, wasn't it, who asked Queen's help?"

"Yes. I have no power over Avalon, but because that woman is one of the guards now, I have met her. It was indeed Freya. And now your son is in debt to the Queen because of her. But, what is done is done."

The man was trying to sound like he really didn't care, but Hunith could hear the rage in his voice.

"Without Queen' help Merlin could be dead." Hunith reminded him.

"Most likely." The man admitted.

"So it's true. Freya still loves Merlin. And Merlin still loves her."

Hunith sounded sad and his grandfather looked her carefully.

"I say only this daughter. There are two women who Merlin loves, but those loves are very different kind. And both those women are in love with him. But, your son's destiny is not beside either of them. Now, I have to go. My time in this realm is limited like you know. Give the ring to him. And tell him about us."

The man turned and walked away but before he disappeared, Hunith heard him once more.

"And perhaps would be good to tell him about his godfather."

I couldn't leave this story alone and continue until after NY, I just have to tell about Hunith's family now when it's in my freaky mind.