Title: If Pigs Could Fly
Character/s: Merlin, Will, Hunith
Summary: Will was always able to get Merlin into trouble.
Prompt: 153 - Merlin.
Author's Notes: No pigs were harmed in this story.
He was afraid to use magic openly. His mum was always after him to keep quiet, to hide his powers, that she loved him too much to let him use his gifts freely. Going on and on about how one slip and he'd lose his head.
It was probably true.
Even Will said that pigs would fly first before sorcery was accepted. But then Will said a lot of things, mostly about stealing apples and Mr Simmons being an old goat and how he'd want to knock down trees just to see the bullies of the village running away. And laughing about it. Mischievous, annoying, his best friend in all the world.
Then his mother found out about Will knowing.
Tears, the hurt look on her face that told Merlin he'd gone too far, and before he knew it, he was about to be bundled off to Camelot.
Will didn't like it, of course, told Merlin that he should defy his mum and stay anyway. But Merlin couldn't do that. He knew she was right. It was too big a risk and he'd never want to hurt her.
But on the last night, Will snuck in and pulled Merlin out for one last adventure.
Laughter just this side of sad, they tiptoed into the piggery. In the moonlight, they could barely see the pigs but the noise of them moving around, sows grunting in sleep, the little piglets snuffling softly in the dark had Merlin homesick already.
Will nudged him sharp in the ribs, told him to get on with it. And Merlin lifted his hands, said softly, "Upfliehe."
The piglets began to rise, squealing loudly in the night, flying above their mothers' heads, soaring high and then swooping down to touch the frantic snouts and then away again.
It was fun, it was ridiculous, it was dangerous but Merlin didn't care. They watched as long as they could until there were voices raised and old Mr Simmons threw open the door.
The piglets fell onto their mothers' fat bellies and the racket of sows squawking and piglets squealing grew so loud that Will and Merlin's laughter was lost in the chaos.
They slipped out the back, ran giggling into the woods and finally lay there on the cool grass a long time, watching the moonlight turn into dawn.
Merlin knew his mother would be furious but for once he didn't care. He'd be gone and the story would live on in Ealdor.
And Will would remember that after all, for once, pigs did fly.