Hello and happy All Saints Day! Today I bring Chapter 29, Morgana's perspective again. In a few chapters, we will be on the road to Ealdor, and then the story will be continued. Well, here you will see the important paper that Morgana does in Merlin, which if you look, is really important. I hope you like it.

I'm not own from Merlin.

Morgana couldn't believe what had just happened. Did Hilda do that? Did Hilda have magic? Had she managed to completely "kill" that shadow? Those and many more questions hovered around Morgana's mind, but she couldn't think of anything else because before she could know what was going on, Merlin was already turning to Hilda with a face full of anger and pain.

"You did this," Merlin said with his head down. Even without seeing his gaze directly, it could be seen that a burning fire of anger was beginning to ooze like a hot broth inside.

Hilda stayed static for a few seconds, saying nothing, just looking at him and still wearing her bracelet on her wrist. Finally, she replied:

"On the contrary, the one who has done all this is you. You're not that person, Merlin. Come out and come with me, and I'll relieve you."

For a moment Morgana thought Merlin was going to surrender in her arms, but very wrong she was, because when she finally raised his head, she could see how his delicate factions were shaking and his eyes, teary and wet, were no longer the same as before. Now they were eyes Morgana had seen well: the eyes of the Black Crow. Eyes with red pupils like fire and a sea of darkness around them.

That's when filaments of darkness began to sprout from Merlin's clothes.

"I don't want your help!" cried Merlin with his eyes full of anger. "You've done all this! Is your fault!"

Merlin approached with leaps and bounds full of decision and anger as with his right hand grabbed a knife from the pocket of his gnawed trousers, and in a wild motion, he lunged at Hilda, pushing her to the cave wall, with a sharp knife rubbing her throat.

While seeing this, Morgana couldn't believe what was going on, and before she even thought twice, she ran out of hiding to Merlin and Hilda.

"Merlin! No!"

It was thanks to that cry that Merlin did not press his knife against Hilda's throat, for the boy turned his head after hearing Morgana's cry with a look, not of anger or rage, but of surprise. Pleasant surprise.

But it was only a few seconds, for when Merlin looked at her for a while, he turned his head again looking at Hilda with anger holding his knife harder.

"No! Merlin! Don't do it! Don't do it, Merlin listen to me!"

Merlin did not turn his head, but he stopped holding the knife so vehemently and his face softened something, making it clear that Morgana's words were taking some effect.

Morgana, seeing Merlin stop a little, had hope and continued, not knowing exactly what she was doing. This time, her voice was not a cry, but she spoke in a soft, tender voice, such as speaking to a little boy.

"Killing her won't do anything right, Merlin. And besides, it's not a noble or chivalrous act. What's the point of killing? Your case is just revenge. Not for revenge and killing her you're going to bring what she's done back."

Merlin made a threaten of anxious squeezing the knife, and, with it, Morgana became nervous, thinking that maybe her words didn't do too much.

"Merlin, listen to me, please. Where's that cheerful, kind boy who the last thing he wanted was killing a fly? Where's that boy who did everything he could to save someone? Where is that boy who helped me so many times; that boy who helped me with the druid boy, my nightmares and my magic? Where is he, Merlin? I don't see him anywhere. I only see a boy full of hatred and rage, who only wants to kill and murder for no apparent extreme reason. Who does it remind you of, Merlin? Do you want to be someone like that?"

Morgana relaxed a little to see that a tear, no longer of rage or anger, was coming down Merlin's cheek, and Merlin's body was beginning to tremble, to doubt.

"I won't ask again: where's the real Merlin?"

Merlin began to sob silently, and his eyes gradually began to leave that glow of anger.

"Now I say to the real Merlin, who I know is hiding in there, I say from my heart: Come back to me, Merlin. Get out of your prison. Go out and see life. Come back, Merlin."

It was at that moment that she did not even finish pronouncing his name, that Merlin dropped the knife, which left a metal squeak in the air of that cave, and he fell backwards, sitting on the stone. The filaments of blackness and darkness left Merlin's body and flew upwards like grief souls. Morgana was able to appreciate how Merlin's eyes changed from that red color bathed in a sea of darkness to bright blue eyes, the eyes Morgana had always appreciated, and those that had always attracted her.

Tears continually came down from Merlin's eyes, which had his eyes lost in the cave.

Morgana approached where Merlin stood and crouched before him, giving him a deep embrace. Apparently, the hug worked, as Merlin held on to it with anxiety and vehemence. She didn't know if he was holding her hug or her, but the thing is, she didn't care.

And then Merlin began to sob and cry on her shoulder. Morgana knew nothing more than to caress her hair to comfort him.

"I'm sorry" was the only thing he murmured.

By the time Hilda came, Merlin left the hug and looked at her. An exchange of glances that Morgana did not understand was what occurred between them, which ended with Hilda's nod and a pleasant smile of Merlin. Were they communicating?

They took Merlin through the rot-scented caves, back to the village. Morgana didn't know how long they were in the depths of the town, but what she was sure of was that they had been longer than she had anticipated. And now that she was thinking about it, she had left Arthur and Gwen alone, without any warning when she left. Now when they arrived, she would comment on everything.

The problem was that she didn't even know exactly what had happened. Was she the only one? She watched as they walked the chained tunnel route and could see Merlin and Hilda continually staring. There was something there. She was sure they knew what had happened, but for now, she just knew that something very important and dangerous had happened. Something with Merlin. Always with Merlin.

When they reached the grotto where it could be observed all the coming and going of caves, and in which a cloak of darkness covered the bottom, giving to look like an unsinkable grotto, Hilda and Merlin stopped for a moment.

It was then that she remembered what special that cavern had: there had been the Great Dragon before. In fact, Morgana turned to where she remembered, and indeed saw the large metal handcuffs split in two hanging on the stone wall.

She turned again to Hilda and Merlin and saw that they had approached the stone wall where a blood-red symbol was seen with some difficulty: a snake body with a dragon's head.

Morgana didn't understand exactly what that meant and got closer so she could hear what they were both saying, but she could only hear whispers. The only thing she could hear, and which was the last thing Merlin pronounced, was:

"Wodrem"

Then Morgana knew that nothing good could mean.

The next chapters will bring Merlin's perspective with a conversation with Hilda where will be lots of important clarifications, Arthur-Morgana-Gwen, and the night that comes in the Cursed Town...