Title: Rise Like Blackness
Character/s: Merlin, Hunith
Summary: When the moon is so high up they better stay inside.
Warnings: Vague setting.
Word Count: 205
Prompt: #217 Song Prompt: Classic Rock
Author's Notes: Because I wanted to use Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival who I love.
"Come to bed, Merlin," his mother calls out. Merlin huffs, pressing both of his small hands against the window, the glass has fogged up with his breathing and he strains to see outside. His reflection scowls back at him.
"But mum, I promised Arthur we'd have a sleepover," Merlin answers, not yet defeated by his mother's requests. He's not even sleepy, he still has a good fight in him. "It was a promise."
"Not tonight love, it's dangerous outside," she says coming up behind him. Holding him in her arms, reluctantly he falls into them. "I'm sure he'll understand. We can't go out. Not on a night like this. With the moon so high up."
"Will there be thunder? Is the earth going to shake again?" He asks with a withering glance towards her.
Hunith sighs, messing up his hair with her fingers, only making the boy frown and pout further. "It is a possibility, but don't worry, I'll be here to take care of you and guard your sleep. We'll make it through the night."
Merlin nods, turning in her grasp to wrap his arms around her as much as he can. "I hope Arthur is safe from the bad moon."
"He will be."