Who is Hunith?
A/N: Decided to continue it to when Merlin leaves home for Camelot! Why does Merlin wear a neckerchief? Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of its characters.
Chapter Five – "A gift, For You."
Hunith ducked as yet another pan slammed the wall above her head. She thought she knew what to expect when Merlin hit the terrible twos and it wasn't this! There was a lull in the flying objects and Hunith ran for the door. Slamming the door behind her, she slumped to the ground to catch her breath.
She couldn't be sure when it first happened; she supposed it was the eyes she noticed first. They way they suddenly changed! Gone were the piercing blue eyes only to be replaced with striking-yellow cat's eyes. She remembered the shock she felt. From that day, she had hidden him away, Uther's actions still fresh in her mind. Shortly after that, pots kept on falling off shelves! Hunith couldn't count the amount of pots her son had broken without even touching. And then there had been his first solid meals! She was still getting the stains out of the lime-wash walls!
Hunith climbed to her feet. The banging in her house had stopped. Cautiously, she opened her door and peered around it. Her heart warmed as the sight before her. Merlin was asleep, curled up in a corner. His temper tantrum having exhausted him. Picking her way across the scattered pots and pans, she took the boy in her arms and placed him on her bed.
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Merlin grinned as he dodged a snowball. His best friend, William, frowned; "I'll get you one…" his protest was cut short as snow from a tree branch landed on his head, "That's cheating!"
Merlin stuck his tongue out before turning to run into the woods. Having brushed the snow from his head and shoulders, William ran after him.
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Merlin pushed aside some bushes and stepped into a clearing. The clearing was void of any snow. Flowers bloomed gaily and rabbits hopped about. His eyes were drawn to a chair and on that chair sat a beautiful lady. Her black hair hung in ringlets down her back. Merlin was frozen to the spot. He wanted to run. Yet, at the same time, he was drawn to her.
The lady smiled and stood up. He blinked and she was there in front of him. With a flick of her wrist, she draped a neckerchief around his neck. She looked deeply into the boy's eyes, "A gift, for you."
Merlin felt himself fall into blackness. The last thing he heard as he fell was her words, "Remember me, my Son."
William found his friend lying in a snow laden clearing. Merlin's skin was pale and his lips blue.
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Hunith nursed the seven year old day and night for several days before he showed any sign of improvement. She hardly slept or ate, worried because he was thinner and weaker than other boys. Hunith woke (haven fallen asleep next to him) on the seventh day to find him awake. She had never been so relieved.
Hunith refused to let him out again until she was sure he was well, however, when hid did go out, he put the neckerchief on. From that day, for some reason he could never decipher, he never left home without it.