Hunith sat still and waited. She had refused to join with her mother, but accepted her younger brother's presence. She had nothing to do but wait. Her arrival in Camelot had suddenly turned her life upside down. Wheel of fate was drastically turned and she had momentarily dropped from the ride. But she wasn't worried about herself. Her entire attention was focused on her son. Merlin's life was at a turning point. Merlin didn't live a normal life, had never lived or will ever going to face the same fate as ordinary people. Even his birth had been full of miracles. Hunith was from the first moment knew that his son's life wouldn't be easy or safe. She was inevitably accepted it and tried her best to raise Merlin to be a man who had compassion and a sense of justice. As she now looked at her son, she knew that she had successful. Merlin was able to hold back his darker side and he had a clear goal in life. Hunith thought did anyonw knew how much Merlin had lost in his life. How much he had hid himself below the surface in order to survive. Now the day when Merlin could be free and approached had near. It had gave hope for Hunith. But now, Merlin was gone, without remembering anything of himself or others. Hunith startled when Andrew sat down beside her and grabbed unexpectedly her by the hand.

"He will come back." The young man smiled encouragingly. Hunith blinked her tear-stained eyes.

"Yes. I know Merlin. He will come back like always." Hunith tried to sound confident. "He had always came back, no mater what happened."

"Sounds like he had disappeared before." Andrew noted and Hunith nodded.

"Many times when he was a child. His childhood, it was hard time for him. He is so different than others."

"You mean his power?"

"That, and there is more. He had learned to hide. Hide his magic, make himself be just a normal human when he isn't one of us. He had to learn to hide the real self. What do you see when you look at him, Andrew?" Hunith asked, and she was able to guess the answer. Andrew thought for a moment before replying.

"He is, plain. Friendly. He always seems hesitant and stumbling forward. He bows, but still he can look you straight in the eye, and then you know that he will never actually bow anyone. It feels like he pass everyone on his toes, nervously. And he smiles a lot and it sticks. At his presence I can be able to just be. To be myself. He can be trusted, it knows immediately. But when he is serious, you just have to listen. There is always something new about him, something what make you to wonder and confuse you even more."

Hunith was surprised. "You are very observing Andrew. You can see more than many others. And still, you can't see everything. Not even I, not anymore. But I know him, he is my son. I watched when he grown up. When he was without any friends. How he learned to control himself and his power. How he struggled to find his path among us. How he learned all of it by himself because there wasn't no one who could teach him. I could only show him the light side of life. To show him, that there is always hope. That when there is darkness inside of him, there is also light. And when he came here, he learned more, lost more and gained something new. Now there is joy in his eyes. But there is also lot more of pain. Because now he had found his home and friends and family among us, and still he had to hide. Especially from Arthur. It hurt him more than anything else in his life. And I think that you have seen that too." Hunith studied her brother who nodded.

"They are same."

Hunith smiled. Had their mother ever realized what her youngest son was? Now that she knew what to look, she found it easily. It was the result of the raising a child who had magic inside of him. But now, she wasn't going to bring it up. There was later more time for that.

"Like twins." She admitted. "They are brothers, not by blood, although they are relatives, but by some more. They are same. Merlin know something, but they both hadn't realized that yet. They are accepted being friends, loyal to each other. But what they both need is to show their true self to each other. And that day will come. And there is nothing what can separate those two, ever. That's why I know that Merlin will come back, because of Arthur."

"And still you worry."

"Oh, when you become father someday, you never stop worrying. When you look your child and you want just a best for him, but at the same time you know that you can never protect him enough from the truths of world. It's hard to accept, that he is not you, and that someday, he will fly away from home and he have to make his own choices in life." Hunith sighed.

"You really love him much." Andres sighed.

"Like our mother loves you and me. Now, I think that I need some hot water and honey."

But before she found time to do anything, the door was opened and Percival peeked in. "Merlin, they found him." Hunith didn't stayed listen any more. She ran. The concern and relief struggled inside of her and she stopped only after she had stepped out into the yard.

"Merlin!"

"Mother!"

Merlin put his arm around her. They remained in place for a moment, forgetting the outside world. Eventually Hunith withdrew from the embrace and took Merlin's face between her palms and have a look at her son.

"You remember?"

"Everything is alright again." Merln smiled. Huniht startled. She drew closer her son's face and looked deep into the eyes. "Something has changed."

Merlin took her hands and dropped them down. "There were all kinds of happenings, but all is well now."

Hunith shook his head. "I don't mean that Merlin. You have changed."

Merlin nodded, but avoided her gaze. "I know. And now, forgive me, but it seems that Arthur has something to say to me. He glares toward me like a hunter to pray, so best not to postpone this for later."

Hunith glanced to where the king stood and could see the dark clouds gathering above him. "You're right. Promise to be good."

"Haven't I always?" Merlin laughed but Hunith grabbed him by the arm. "Merlin." Her voice warned. "Promise."

Merlin lifted up and Hunith sensed could sense the force from him. So this creature was his son. "Promise me Merlin." She demanded.

"I promise. But mother, I can no longer escape. From this point it begins." Merlin sighed.

Hunith let her grip and felt a sudden pride toward her son when she looked after him.

At last, she though.

Next time, Arthur and Merlin. But what POV? Merlin or Arthur? What do you think?