Good morning. A new chapter, finally. This was difficult to write, believe me. I know I have taken more time than usual, but the thing is that I had lots of work and studies to do besides writing. So, if there isn't a chapter every day, it is normal. But I have to promise you that I will give this chapter completed and ended, sooner or later.

Well, this was also a very important chapter, with Hilda's perspective. I hope you like it.

I'm not own from Merlin.

Hilda spent a few minutes sitting in the chair of the table without moving a muscle. Merlin had left long ago, but it seemed that his presence was still there. She was like that, she didn't know if ten minutes or half an hour, but the thing is that something called her to look at the yellowish envelope that lay on the table, in the green silk.

"To: Emrys."

That's right, it was Emrys's envelope, she shouldn't open it. She was but a mere old woman in a village devastated by fire and darkness. She shouldn't take that envelope. For her sake and for Emrys's. To know what the letter contained... Temptation called her inside as a greedy elf seeking gold. She had to... No, she didn't have to, it was Emrys's letter... But it would not cause serious danger if...

The temptation could take her and quickly caught the envelope with a movement worthy of a bear attack. She e opened the envelope with trembling fingers and began reading the letter written in red ink with some difficulty.

"I know who you are, Emrys, and I know better even who you will be. I know how special you are in many terms and how powerful you can be. By the time I write this you won't even be born, but your role in this world has already been predicted, and it's not a small thing. Your destiny is not only yours, but that of all Albion, and if you do it wrong, you will fail. But not only you will fail, but you will let others down and make many perish because of you. And I guess you don't want that, do you?

So, I invite you to come to me. Follow my way, and you'll find the end of your destiny you've always sought. Follow me, not others. Don't go on or meet the wrong people, because they'll make you fall. Follow me, and I'll get you up.

Rise, Emrys, the Born of Magic. Govern again. Get up again. And so, everyone will recognize the Return of Emrys. Follow my light, reach the depths, and lift up those of our species. This is just the beginning.

I've been waiting for you for a long time. Get me up again too, Emrys. Don't let me go."

At the end of the card appeared a black circle in which inside you could see the black silhouette of a crow.

"Cannot be..."

Hilda dropped the envelope from her hand, which had gone to her forehead. Hilda couldn't believe what she had just read, let alone what she had just found out. After two minutes with her hand on her forehead, wondering how they had reached this point, she quickly rose with the agility of a lynx and climbed into a box he had placed under the closet to get to the top. There she took a large, thick book, whose cover had no name, and the pages seemed to be dirtier and more gnawed on the inside.

He went back to the table, where he left the book and began to browse it.

"It must be somewhere..."

While desperately searching for what she was looking for, she felt a strong feeling. A sense of strength and power. A king's feeling.

It was just getting started...

She leafed through even faster until she finally reached the page where the answer to her question would come. On the page, numerous symbols and coats of arms throughout Albion, some ancient and some current, were stirred throughout the page, with names under each shield and symbol. At last, he came to the symbol he was looking for: the Black Crow. Beneath it, it prayed the name:

"Cornelius Sigan. Known for being one of the most powerful sorcerers in the world. His influence was seen in Camelot, where years later he was executed for unavailable data."

He was the hooded man... But how did he already know Emrys without even being born? And what was his objective with Emrys? Nothing good, that's for sure.

The information it was giving underneath she already knew it. But there was something that still didn't fit, and it was what she had read at the end of the letter. He grabbed her off the ground and read the part she was interested in: "Follow my light, reach the depths and lift up our kind." Our kind? What did he mean by that? She thought about it more carefully and, in a real blow, it came to mind what that meant.

"Cannot be..."

She read again another line that had caught her a lot of attention, which was: "I've been waiting for you for long years. Get me up again too, Emrys." Did that mean…?

"Oh, no..."

She quickly understood the only thing that could make her understand at the time. She left the book and letter on the table, got up again, and searched the drawer of her night table. There she took a letter, poorer in terms of material than the other, and opened it with trembling fingers. That didn't have to be happening... She had promised never to read this letter again… But she had to…

She took the message from within, written in black ink and with larger and wider calligraphy, prettier for Hilda's taste, although it could be for the person who wrote that...

"Dear Hilda:

I'm writing this to you quickly to tell you this isn't going to work. In a few days, I'll probably be dead. Don't ask why, since I won't answer you. Don't think about it anymore, it's a truth that can't be broken. It's something that, even if you don't want it to happen, or myself, will happen. I just want to tell you to be careful. Be really careful.

First, I shouldn't be writing this to you because if the person that's looking for me found out, I cannot know what he'd do to me.

Beware of the people in general. You know well that a lot of times in stories they say the town is cursed, and it's true. I'm sorry to tell you this. But in any case, never get out of it. Don't look for me or do anything silly, please.

I know you'll think life is a prison, a punishment, but it's not. Enjoy life, get married, have children, make a family, be happy, and especially forget me. Don't remember me, because you'll only make you think life is a dark and bad thing.

Better times will come. Times when the Born of Magic will return. Don't ask me how I know this either, because I don't even know exactly myself.

Above all, stay away from the Black Crow. He's the one looking for me... He is the one who will look for you... He is the one who will return... Don't let the Born of Magic come to him, please.

Forgive me.

Telvar"

And so, only tears were what soaked the letter for the second time.

True revealed. Telvar said to Hilda that he would die. Also, if you are insightful and observant, you will know a lot about Sigan and Merlin, and why Merlin is going to the depths with red eyes, too. Well, I really hope you liked it as much as I have loved writing it, and you can tell me some tips or ideas for the story. I say again that the idea of Sigan gave it to me "weirdhead", and I am so grateful.

I'm also grateful for all the people who are reading the story, as PadrePedro, Ths Sorrowful Deity, weirdhead, and Merille Marc, who comment and give reviews of the story, and that makes me happy.

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