Eyes are the Windows of the Soul

Chapter 3: An Apple a Day

A/N I am so sorry, I didn't realise how busy I would be with school work. I have had half of this chapter completed for at least ten weeks now, and have only just worked up the will to finish it. Hopefully it won't be too long between this update and the next one. Anyway, I would also like to share with you a theory I have, and also a future one shot idea. Tell me what you think?

Ok, so you know in that episode where Morgause shows Arthur his mother, right? It's that part when Arthur and Merlin are bonding over their missing parent, and Merlin says something along the lines of "I sometimes get this warm glow when I think of him" (I don't know the actual quote), what if Merlin only feels this warm glow because his magic can sense Balinor, or at least the part that is the dormant dragonlord? And when Balinor dies, that part of Merlin dies with him, so he can no longer feel him? This has been stuck in my head for a while now, and I can't get it out.

(also I am not sorry for the joke)

Lady Nasyra groaned as she fell back onto the plush bedding that was to be where she slept for the coming months. Snuggling into the covers was almost as good as having a nice warm bath to ease sore muscles.

Softly Nasyra's hand moved down to the pendant hidden behind her riding attire.

"I wish you were here, Hunith. Balinor is spiralling again, I can feel it. Being here, in this place, with all of those memories of happier times..."

Nasyra sighed, eyes closed tightly, as the painful memories washed over her, her body curling in on itself. Things had never truly gone back to normal when Hunith had been murdered by those bastards.

*Flashback*

The day had been far too sunny for the events that were about to unfold.

In hindsight, they shouldn't have snuck out of the castle, which had been on a lockdown since the death of Ygraine and the beginning of the Great Purge.

Alas, hindsight is a often a wonderful thing, especially on occasions such as this.

Anyway, Nasyra, Caradoc, Balinor, Hywell and Hunith had snuck out, sick of being cooped up like hens. They had stolen food from the kitchens, and Balinor had stolen candles, all the more to be the cheesy romantic that he was.

It was not long into the picnic when they were attacked. There were too many to fight, and in the ensuing chaos, they had to retreat, their perfect day abandoned, and unknowingly, the life of one of their own taken.

Perhaps if they hadn't split up, then maybe Hunith would still be alive. But alas, none of them believed her to be missing, until they reached the castle later that night, where upon their return, they could not find Hunith anywhere.

Immediately, search parties were sent out, but it was dark, and the trail was lost.

For many days and nights the entire kingdom searched, for Hunith was loved by all.

But the search was all in vain. After weeks of searching, Hunith's headscarf was found, lying in the mud by a riverbank. There was no body to bury, and it was believed by many citizens that when they had murdered her they had thrown her in the fast rushing river, her body drifting along until it reached the sea, where it lay in the murky depths, to remain until the end of time.

*end*

Nasyra closed her eyes, tears threatening to spill over the banks, hand squeezing the pendant, the last gift that she was ever to receive from Hunith.

"Lady Nasyra? Ar-Are you feeling well?" The soft voice cut through Nasyra's thoughts, pulling her back to reality. Putting on a smile, she opened her arms, and the crown princess sat down next to her protector.

"Quite all right child, it's just this place, it brings back memories," she smiled, hand carding through the princesses hair, when suddenly the idea shot through her. Of course, why hadn't she thought of this before?

The princess stared up at her, a frown marring her features, Rayna had of course been told many times the story of Lady Nasyra's sister, and her uncle's wife, who had died, but also to avoid the topic, as Camelot would, as it was already, drawing up that well of memories.

Nasyra smiled, "Come now, your highness. There is somebody living here in Camelot, whom I think you should meet."