Love is the Fuel : Part 2
Author: realiztic
Title: Love is the Fuel : Part 2
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Hunith, mention of Merlin and Gaius
Summary: It is Merlin's last night in Ealdor, and Hunith confronts her thoughts.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 234
Prompt: #46 - fire
Author's Notes: Originally inspired by prompt #45 (love), but this week's prompt helped me tie up the loose ends. In case you haven't read it, Part 1 is here.
Hunith put down her quill, and looked once more at her son’s sleeping form. Tonight was the last time she would see him like this. His face looked so peaceful in the candlelight.
It wasn’t an easy decision, sending him to Camelot. When the knights of Uther Pendragon forced Balinor to leave, the only family she had left was the tiny baby in her womb - the child who, she soon realized, inherited the magical abilities of his father.
Not a lot of people could accept Merlin’s gift, let alone understand it. For eighteen years, the two of them had managed to live a fairly quiet life in Ealdor. But the boy was now growing up to be a man, and Hunith knew he wasn’t meant to be a farmer in an outlying community. Powers like his were given for a reason, and they had already been left untrained for too long. He needed guidance; the village had nothing to offer.
She folded up her letter to Gaius and tucked it into Merlin’s bag. The house would be colder and emptier without her son, but then, he would be in the care of someone she trusted, someone who could teach him what she herself could not. The thought gave her comfort, not only for that night, but for the lonely nights that would follow.
It was a mother’s love that kept the empty nest warm.
Title: Love is the Fuel : Part 2
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Hunith, mention of Merlin and Gaius
Summary: It is Merlin's last night in Ealdor, and Hunith confronts her thoughts.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 234
Prompt: #46 - fire
Author's Notes: Originally inspired by prompt #45 (love), but this week's prompt helped me tie up the loose ends. In case you haven't read it, Part 1 is here.
Hunith put down her quill, and looked once more at her son’s sleeping form. Tonight was the last time she would see him like this. His face looked so peaceful in the candlelight.
It wasn’t an easy decision, sending him to Camelot. When the knights of Uther Pendragon forced Balinor to leave, the only family she had left was the tiny baby in her womb - the child who, she soon realized, inherited the magical abilities of his father.
Not a lot of people could accept Merlin’s gift, let alone understand it. For eighteen years, the two of them had managed to live a fairly quiet life in Ealdor. But the boy was now growing up to be a man, and Hunith knew he wasn’t meant to be a farmer in an outlying community. Powers like his were given for a reason, and they had already been left untrained for too long. He needed guidance; the village had nothing to offer.
She folded up her letter to Gaius and tucked it into Merlin’s bag. The house would be colder and emptier without her son, but then, he would be in the care of someone she trusted, someone who could teach him what she herself could not. The thought gave her comfort, not only for that night, but for the lonely nights that would follow.
It was a mother’s love that kept the empty nest warm.