Hi guys. Today I bring a new chapter. I really like this one. You will see it. I think I will make perhaps four parts, even. I don't know, but I think, at least, this chapter is going well. Enjoy it.

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Telvar invited all four of them into their home without any inconvenience. In fact, he seemed more than happy to have visitors, and he was a pretty nice host. Merlin already knew his skills as a good host, and so he did not hesitate to take his friends to his home.

Telvar gave them way to warm up in the fire as he prepared something hot to eat. Although it seemed to have been an unexpected visit, Merlin knew that Telvar was only acting, and in reality, he had expected them, and eagerly. He himself had told him a few hours ago telepathically about it.

The first lights of dawn loomed on the horizon from the window where Merlin was, profiling the steep mountains of the valley. There was still time to talk to Telvar about what he wanted to know, and so they had come mainly even though neither Arthur, Morgana nor Gwen knew. Or so Merlin eagerly awaited. The last thing he wanted was for them to realize Merlin's intention to bring them there. And even less he wanted them to know what they were going to talk about him and Telvar.

When Merlin insisted that they should rest some more and that they would begin the journey at dawn, Arthur, Morgana, and Gwen went to a room upstairs where there were four beds. They were not very convinced, but after assuring them that Merlin was going to lift them up without trouble, they gave up on the further discussion.

"And you're not going to rest anything, Merlin?" asks Morgana, looking at him with insight and mistrust. "You haven't slept all night."

"I'm not sleepy, really."

He hoped they wouldn't distrust him for not sleep, but they should know that he had more important things to do than sleep. One of them was to talk to Telvar. When he went down the stairs again, he found Telvar sitting at the table with a pipe in his mouth staring at the chimney fire. Its silhouette was framed in the light of fire and smoke that reached through the mouth formed large volutes.

"I guess you didn't come here just to say hello to me and for the love of art, did you?" Telvar said when he heard Merlin go down the stairs. His gaze was still lost in the forms of fire. Seeing that Merlin was not answering and had kept standing on a ladder step, he fixed his eyes on him with a smile on his lips. "Sit down, if you want, and tell me what you want to know."

Merlin was glad he didn't have to make an excuse to talk to him, but that he himself would give him a place and priority of the conversation.

Merlin sat gladly at the table and looked at Telvar, waiting for him to say something. But, seeing that he said nothing and that rather he expected Merlin to speak, he began.

"You're absolutely right. There's something of the utmost importance I want to talk to you about."

Merlin waited to see the man's answer, and seeing that he nodded, he went on.

"I don't know if you've met someone named Balinor," Merlin began, in a soft, low voice, but perfectly audible, as he always spoke when something got interesting. Telvar looked at him with eyes that Merlin could not decipher. They were eyes of the past; eyes of a distant memory. He leaned back from the chair and kept smoking with the pipe, his eyes nailed to him. "I don't know if you heard him or met him. They say the last time he was seen was a while ago in Engerd. Do you know anything about him?

Telvar remained impassive, with an impenetrable gaze and without blinking once. At last, he nodded slowly without lowering his gaze. Merlin felt tremendous relief and desire to know more, although he already knew that Telvar had met Balinor, as he had sometimes spoken of him (of his father, actually). What he probably thought was that Merlin didn't know who Balinor was. That's why Merlin had an advantage. So he could get information out of his father perfectly.

Merlin noticed how that feeling he had had two days earlier, the first day of travel, had returned even stronger. But this time it was different. This time he noticed a sense of immense desire and a pleasure to know more excessively. He only wanted... wanted...

It was at that moment that he noticed the feeling he had felt that night when he had seen a little of his father's past. That feeling of anger and rage, not knowing why. He was terrible. Now all he wanted to do was throw himself at the man who was now going to talk about his father. He had terrible impatience. He wanted to know now!

For a moment his eyes turned red and an empty barrel burst into a thousand pieces of wood.

Telvar, without being scared by the explosion, kept looking at him. And when Merlin fixed his sight, he could only see a single feeling in those wise eyes: terror. What had he done? What had happened? Why did that barrel explode? But Merlin wasn't really paying that much attention to those details. Part of him wanted to yell at the man in front of him and force him to tell everything he knew about his father.

" Are you all right, boy?" he asked in a somewhat choppy, scary voice in his eyes. "You are very pale."

Merlin, looking down, didn't answer. He kept thinking about what was happening to him. He felt exactly the same as his father in that memory. He felt that one part of him struggled to scream, but the other was defending himself by closing his mouth. He felt that if he answered, nothing would ever be the same again. If he answered, the world would vanish and fall at the dawn of time. Well, how dangerous is it to know the Mystery of Time and at the same time feel that way? It could lead to catastrophe.

Merlin felt he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to feel it in him. He just wanted to...

He noticed how all the barrels, wooden utensils, products in the kitchen, the lamps hanging from the ceiling, and even the chimney fire, were shaking louder and louder. He noticed the atmosphere and contours gradually becoming blacker and darker as if the lights were slowly turning off. The only table light, a small candle, instead shook hard and increased in size minimally.

"I want you to tell me the truth about my father!"

Oooh. Merlin is being impatient. Don't despair, that this will have a reason. Merlin isn't just behaving like that because I like it. No. There's something more on it. You'll see.

Well, what do you think about this part of the chapter? Is it going well? I hope so. You can comment and revise when you want, and I will thank you.

Thanks to: Merille Marc. I cannot answer you, I don't know why, but I have to say that your idea is really good. As I said with other ideas, if I say any, I will write it down.

Thank you for all who see my story!

Next Part: Merlin's and Telvar's mixed perspective. Telvar: I've seen that before. Merlin: Tell about my father. The past of Balinor.

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