𝔐𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

"Oi Merlin, are you sure this is the right way?" Arthur asks.

"Yes. I told you this fifteen minutes ago." I say.

"It's not that we don't trust you Merlin, but you didn't exactly give us many details." Hans says.

How could I? I grip my fists. The staff has been moved. It's very concerning. But what's even more concerning is that I felt something when we left. A darkness. A cold. Something wrapping around me like a python. It felt demonic. It felt like the Hell fire has been relit, and let's just say that will not be good for any of us.

"It's really complicated." I say.

"Oh yeah? How complicated?" Jack asks.

I look at him. I couldn't even begin to describe what this is. 

"How long have you been starring at that mirror?" I put my hand on my hip.

"A couple minutes." Jack says.

I let out a breath. I look around.

"Hold on, it feels like we're headed backwards." I say.

"Merlin what does that mean?" Snow looks at me. 

"Hey... you're right Merin we're going back to the Kingdom." Pino remarks. 

"Oh no." I breathe.

"Papa!" Snow exclaims.

"I think we should hurry now." Hans says.

"I agree. Let's go." I say.