Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin...

Soft, tentative thuds reached Hunith's ears as she was sewing in her rickety chair. Putting aside the shirt she was mending for one of the village children, she opened her door to see her doom.

They were a knobbly* sort of pair. They were both somewhat tall and looked like they couldn't fit into their own bodies. The man had little wisps of gray hair. The woman wore her stringy hair down, making her look very… witchy. Both had a serene, mysterious grin. Between their wrinkled hands was a honey-colored basket.

Hunith, with a tight knot in her core, said calmly, "Umm, how may I help you?"

"We come from Camelot, bringing new of your son, Emy—Merlin," the woman creaked.

"Is he hurt? Is he okay? What happened?" Motherly instinct took over Hunith as soon as she heard her son's name. Any questions about these strangers fled from her mind.

"Oh, he is fine. But he is not telling you everything." the man croaked mysteriously.

"What? Merlin's my son. He wouldn't…" Hunith trailed off in a Gaius-manner as she thought about Merlin. Though he would never admit it, Merlin would think she couldn't handle any of his adventures. Plus, perhaps he was a bit bitter; she hid stuff from him, so he would hide stuff from her. "Never mind, go on."

"Just take this book," the woman said wistfully while pulling out a thin, leather booklet, "It will show you everything."

After Hunith had the book in her grasp, the couple disappeared. No, they did not simply walk away and were never heard of again. Well, they were never heard of again, but they had simply vanished, like wind blowing away ashes.

Hunith, after taking a quick look around and making sure no one had seen her or the couple, quickly shut the door and sat in her old chair. The book was thin, which made her relieved; maybe her son did not have many dangerous adventures. Maybe he was just being a good apprentice to Gaius and servant to Prince Arthur. She smiled as she eliminated that last thought. Merlin wasn't one to be obedient; he was loyal, but had a "slight" distaste for instructions. With a deep breath, she opened the book.

The book had no words, but consisted of moving pictures. It was magical. Hunith went from shocked to dismayed to worried mixed with anger, pride, and disappointment. She was worried about Merlin, angry he told her nothing, proud of his accomplishments, and disappointed in his foolishness. When the book was done, Hunith set it aside and packed up some supplies. She was going to Camelot.

*"Knobbly" is a word that just sounded right in that sentence.

A/N: I'm sorry that this is really late and short... When it comes to stories, I'm just winging it...