The Rising of Merlin

The One With the Vision

Chapter 43 The One With the Vision...

They're digging out the old tombs underneath the castle. Uther thinks he might find riches down there but all it does is making Arthur grumpy from lack of sleep and he's taking it out on me on the training field.

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I can't believe I'm saying this, but Uther was right. There were riches in one of the tombs. The tomb belongs to Cornelius Sigan and it's filled with gold and artefacts, but it is also booby trapped. One of the workers died and Gaius would too if I hadn't managed to stop the arrow.

There's a crystal on top of Sigan's coffin. Gaius believes it contains his soul and should not be touched under any circumstances.

According to Gaius, Sigan was a powerful Sorcerer and he helped build Camelot before the people turned on him. When he died, he transferred his soul to the crystal so he could possess anyone who touches it and then use them as a way to avenge everyone that had tried to kill him, not caring that that was hundreds of years ago.

Gaius is trying to convince Uther to seal the tomb before that happens.

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I can't believe I've been over a year in Camelot now, but Arthur still doesn't trust me completely.

I thought he was my friend but he replaced me with Cedric after one mistake. It's not like I was planning on falling asleep while mocking out the stable and they did manage to catch all the horses again, so I don't understand what the problem was. Clotpole.

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Cedric is on to me and he's using it to play in Arthur's favour. I'm not sure how much more I can take before I do something stupid like start a fight...

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So it turned out I was right, again. Cedric was a thief and he got possessed by Cornelius Sigan while trying to steal his crystal from the tomb underneath the castle.

But I did manage to trap him inside the crystal again and Arthur practically apologised to me afterwards. It's not like he could deny that I was right about Cedric all along, not when everyone saw him use magic to destroy Camelot.

He's a prat and a clotpole, bit I think I'm starting to change him for the better.

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They all gathered in the lounge when they got up from the basement. Merlin paced back and forth while the trio sat in the sofa and Morgana leaned against the bar.

The sun shone in from the big windows, highlighting everything. It had only been a few hours since Kreacher had arrived and it was still early in the afternoon.

"How will we be able to get to her from inside the ministry?" Harry was the first to speak up and Merlin stopped his pacing momentarily to look at him, before starting again.

"I don't know yet." Merlin had an intent look on his face while trying to come up with a plan that wouldn't put the others at risk.

"Can you stop with the bloody pacing, Merlin." Morgana called out with a frustrated sigh. "It's not helping."

"I'm sorry." Merlin took a deep breath and sat down in one of the armchairs and placed his head in his hands.

"We could take turns and study the people coming in and out of the ministry and then use Polyjuice potion to take their place." Hermione suggested.