Good morning and happy Sunday! Today I bring Chapter 17. Merlin's perspective. This chapter is really important for the story and the plot. Read and you will know what happens. Enjoy it.

I'm not own from Merlin.

Merlin was very busy the whole time from the time he was with Morgana until they had everything ready to leave in the morning. He had been thinking about what had happened to Morgana an hour ago, but the problem was that he had more important concerns like the discussion he had had with Telvar.

He felt terrible at yelling at him and even, if one looked at it differently, insulted and disrespected. And another thing to keep in mind was that he had only heard a small part of his father's past. If he has just been more patient and not so hasty... He didn't understand why he was behaving like this. Whenever he talked about his father, feelings happened to him that he had never experienced before, or at least not so strong: knowing the truth of who his father was when Gaius had told him, he had been whole day focused on lowering his head and looking at the horse's mane, thinking about all this worried, not knowing exactly why. It was only after he had satiated his desire to know about his father in the Cave of Time that the monster with tentacles he felt pressing his chest was gone, and then returned when he arrived at Telvar's cave, simply by mentioning it, knowing that he had met his father. And finally, that day when more emotions and events could not have happened: he had felt angered and even yelled at Telvar, he had fainted, he had internally wounded Telvar for not containing himself after knowing who he really was, and so at that he felt so remorseful and worried.

Just a few days ago he wouldn't have imagined that a person, let alone him, could have had so many emotions in oneself in such a short time frame. If he continued like this, he said, after a few days or even days, it would burst emotionally, as would one of those surprise boxes that the clowns in Camelot gave him, where then the box burst and from it came out confetti and colorful papers. So it would be, being the confetti and papers his emotions, and he the box.

He was then preparing the horses on Arthur's orders with Gwen while he was thinking about it all. Morgana, his father, Telvar... So many things in his head. It seemed he was looking for trouble every time. But he knew that everything was answered with one word: destiny. Surely all this had to do with his destiny. You didn't have to be too observant to see it.

Merlin was not surprised when he did not see Morgana in what was left of the morning before leaving. Merlin imagined Morgana in the guest room, or even in the attic above, thinking about what had happened without knowing what to think. Why hadn't he kissed her? Merlin still did not know precisely why, but what he did know was that his heart had asked him to do so. It is true that he was not in such a state as to kiss someone, like Morgana, who was supposed to be the King's Ward. Yes, it was true that he had had feelings for Morgana since he'd seen her years ago at that party. But it wasn't time to think about it. Maybe that's why he hadn't kissed her: he had other unfinished business that he had to do. Yes, that was probably it.

But, despite trying to say that that was the reason, inside his heart he knew that he had not kissed her because he considered himself dangerous. Dangerous from what he felt it became. Dangerous to her and the others around him. Dangerous as a monster even they didn't know he was. Well, that's what he was: a monster. And so, he said, that he did not deserve to love anyone or be loved.

His sad thoughts were interrupted by a voice that whispered his name. He turned his head to the shed, where he had heard the voice and could see Telvar instructing him to come inside where he was. Merlin looked around and saw that there was no one, not even Gwen. So, he headed inside the shed with Telvar.

There, Telvar led him upstairs to the top floor, where the attic was supposed to be. It was when Telvar was going to turn the doorknob when it opened earlier, letting Morgana out with wet eyes and, without turning his eyes to them, quickly went down the stairs without saying anything.

Merlin felt bad. He didn't know why, because, after all, it wasn't exactly his fault she was crying. Or was it? Could it have really affected her what had happened, enough to cry? He wasn't sure, so he put it aside and went behind Telvar into a tangle of bluish darkness out the window, where you could see how the sun had already risen.

The attic was a spacious place, cut in both halves by the chopped gable roof that hovered on top of them, where many things and gadgets, some even magical, looked Merlin, were stacked in that place, without wanting to be cleaned (or remove a little dust, Merlin was said when saw the layer covering the ground) or to be tidied up. It smelled like old wood and antiques. Definitely, a place where no one would enter in the middle of the night alone.

Telvar went straight to the point and headed for some kind of chest. He opened it carefully with a key that magically held in his hand, and carefully inserted both hands inside, taking something Merlin could not know anything else that was stored between cotton and like gold in cloth.

"There is something very important that I must show you," he said as he turned around Merlin's position with the object in his hands.

A kind of necklace, rather a locket, having in it a dull green stone where you could guess a slit that ensured an opening in it, spilled with its silver chain on the big hands of Telvar, melting between his fingers and all over his palm like melted caramel.

"This is what was on Balinor's neck when I found him on the forest floor," he whispered as if he was afraid that someone would spy on them through the attic door. "I need you to take it."

Merlin looked at him blankly, thinking that perhaps it was a joke. There being no such indication, he took the locket carefully, as if at any time, to the touch, it broke into a thousand pieces. He didn't look weak. In fact, the stone looked heavy. But what impressed Merlin the most was the mark the stone delivered: an icon of a colorless dragon, only brushed into the stone, which most looked like a snake body and a dragon's head spitting some fire.

Merlin did not know what that meant, but in any case, he knew, by the magical pulse that it throbbed in the palm of his hand, which was something valuable and important. Valuable not for the material it was made of but for what it could assume in the future, that Merlin felt he was interconnected with his.

Merlin tried to open the stone, where something was supposed to lay inside, but without fortune.

"I've tried to open it for years and I've achieved nothing," Telvar said, seeing Merlin desperately trying futilely with all his might to open that stone. "Not even with all the spells I've known, and even read in books, I hadn't even managed to move it. I don't understand why it can't be opened. There'll be some sense."

Merlin raised his head and stopped trying to open like a little boy tries to break a stick in the woods in despair, and could see Telvar's face, still something serious and hurt by what was before. He knew why he had brought him here, besides the locket.

"Telvar, I... didn't want to..." he began to say Merlin, being interrupted by Telvar.

"It's okay, I understand," he said, turning to the window so he wouldn't look at Merlin. "It's not your fault."

Merlin knew he was lying, but he left the subject aside. That was a good time to ask about the past.

"Telvar, what exactly happened to your curse?" asked Merlin carefully, afraid that Telvar would yell at him.

"What happened? Easy: I wasn't happy again."

"I mean, how it happened so you were cursed."

"You've heard the story."

"Is it true then? By the Cup of Life were you cursed?

"Sure, I already said that."

"Yes, but I mean if it was all the story true."

"Yes, but unfinished, as I suppose you already know."

There was a sad and flawed silence of memories and sorrows where Merlin asked without rushing the last question he would have.

"And what is the curse?"

Telvar sighed. Merlin knew he had gone over the line again, but he didn't leave or take a step back. If he had to put up with the bear's scream, he'd put up with it.

"Only Gaius knows, or so I think," he replied quietly as he turned again to look him in the face again, without any sign of anger in his expression. "At least it was he who warned me that every night something was happening. But he never wanted to tell me the truth."

The sepulchral silence was re-created by forming a gray haze until Telvar said the last word:

"I don't know, Merlin, but what I do know is that because of it I'm not really alive anymore."

And that's it! Soon you'll know more about the locket. Also, in the next chapters, the Cursed Town and the town where HAPPENED (happened what made Balinor almost commit suicide). In addition, the past of Kilgarrah will be seen. Have you ever been curious about the past of the Great Dragon? I've always been.

What do you think? Is it going well? If you don't like something, tell me, so I can improve the story.

Also sorry if there is any misspelling or grammar, or something that doesn't fit. It gives me the feeling when reading it that I have made mistakes, and it is true that it has been difficult to write this, trying to improve vocabulary and others.

Thank you to all the people who are seeing the story!

Merille Marc: I'm sorry if you're confused. I'm trying to make some mystery, but also to have all sense, which is not always easy or possible. I hope the next chapters will explain everything.

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