Good morning! Today I bring Chapter 25. If you see, I don't bring every day a chapter, since I have not enough time. I'm sorry, but I will do more or less one chapter per two, three, or four days, depends on the week. I hope you understand.

In the story, you will see a very important matter: Sigan's Return. Yes, you will. Before, I would like to say that any mentions of shadows or demons are only to tell the story. I don't want to offend anyone of you because of that. If someone has been offended or does not like it for any reason, you can tell me and I will see.

I hope you like it.

I'm not own from Merlin.

Hilda, still in silver tears bathing her face, headed towards the book in which she had found the symbol of Sigan, and passed a few pages forward, in which, once she reached a certain number of pages, they began to have a dark, foggy edge. It seemed like the forbidden section of the book in which one should not be wandering. But Hilda needed something extremely important that certainly was in that dark section.

At last, she came to the chapter she was interested in. It featured the title: "Shadows and Demons". Hilda swallowed, wondering if she really had to do that. Unfortunately, yes. As she passed the pages of that chapter, she feared that at any time any of the miniatures or macabre images that were there would jump on her like a beast of shadow.

It was like looking at something forbidden by life, as if those beings were watching you and as if the dead could whisper to you from those pages.

It finally stopped on a page whose title was read: "Eject a Shadow."

That was just the beginning.

After meeting Morgana, Merlin had put on a mild stun enchantment so she couldn't get up in a few hours. He couldn't say why he couldn't cast a spell on her to kill her at the time. It was full of power, why hadn't he made it? She should have done it and taught her his great power. But something stopped him.

He didn't know exactly what, but there was something internal that had told him shouldn't have happened like that. And that had annoyed Merlin, who did not understand how someone like him, Emrys, the Born of Magic, could not do something as simple as turning his hand to kill. He just couldn't, he said in anger.

Even if it was said that he did not know the reason for his action, a voice (which, unfortunately, resembled too much to be real to that of such a clumsy and ungainly servant who hid his power in his pockets without showing it to anyone) that told him that he had affection for her, and that was what that inner voice said. But Merlin didn't listen to it. He thought it was silly. How could he, Merlin Emrys the Mighty, have a feeling as weak and cowardly as that of affection or even something else? No, he wasn't that weak to feel that, was he?

But little mattered about his action with Morgana, for now, he would not mind anymore. He had a very urgent message to make, and it seemed that his cravings were consistent with that of the stone he held in his hand like a torch. Its light was so strong and red that if you looked directly at it you seemed to burn your gaze.

And so, Merlin followed, between narrow tunnels and wet caves that seemed not to be used for centuries. Honestly, Merlin didn't know where he was going. He simply had a hunch, which tasted bitter now that he thought so, and which seemed to come from the stone of fire.

Finally, he felt a bitter and vigorous feeling in his heart, which let him know that he was already very close. And so it was, since, in a few meters, turning right, he came across a room, similar to the temple of the village since it was completely covered by a very black stone to look real. The room was lit by standing torches with a metal stem forming ghostly curves, which ended in a stone torch head carved with dark shapes.

Through the walls, he could see the carvings and drawings brushstrokes on the rock, similar in shape and style to those of the temple, but in this case, its theme was completely different. He could appreciate the black and dark silhouettes of crows and different strange shadows that Merlin could not recognize, nor did he care at all.

At the bottom of that kind of crypt was the outline of a symbol: a black crow. Merlin had no idea why he had arrived until he saw, in the center of the room, a kind of tomb of the same material as the whole crypt. He looked more closely at it so that he could observe the name engraved on the stone: "Cornelius Sigan".

That place wasn't a crypt, but rather a mastaba. Cornelius Sigan's mastaba.

Then it came to mind the memory of when hours ago he had asked where that character died, to which Hilda had responded on the pyre, in Camelot. And how his body was then buried miles from Camelot? That was a question he had no answer to.

The tomb was brushed with sullen curves and shapes as if the one who carved it had picked up an axe instead of a chisel to carve it. There was nothing else to indicate anything about that strange character, but Merlin felt he was someone to be trusted. Someone who had been waiting for his entire life, and something like if Merlin needed him, as if he had waited for him without knowing it, too.

The stone began to vibrate uncontented and vehemently. Merlin took the stone he had kept in his pocket since he had reached the mastaba and looked at what it was written in it.

"Welcome, Emrys."

Merlin knew this was the target the stone guided. He had come to the right place, to the place it had called him since he had sat on the throne.

He did not know exactly what to do, but it was when he wondered what the words of the stone changed to leave the following message:

"It's time, Emrys. Get me up."

Thus, Merlin knew perfectly well what he had to do as if those words whispered a secret message between the letters and knew perfectly what it meant. Merlin lifted the red stone and proclaimed:

"Ahefe, deorcnesse and ales drihten. Ahefe fram grund"

And that's when filaments of blackness and darkness floated through the air from the grave, like thousands of seas of blackness that joined in the same ocean, in the same center, forming little by little a shadow silhouette.

It was Sigan's Return.

And that's it. In the next chapters (perhaps tomorrow, because is Sunday, I will bring one) it will be explained some things with a Merlin-Sigan conversation. Remember Merlin is not really him, though one part of him (I think you already know it). Morgana and Hilda will be there, with an important role from Morgana in these chapters. Shortly, they will arrive to Ealdor. And then, you will see (it will be more before Engerd).

If someone has the doubt, there are many chapters of the Cursed Town because it is really important to continue the story, in terms of Balinor and in general.

I hope you liked it! See you!

LegolasHV