Umber eyes watched as the shimmering womanly figure made its way towards him, the trees of the forest bowed with its proximity and with every step an unnatural heaviness tempered on the druid's aging body. The luminescent entity stopped before him, silently staring at the man's kneeling form. The rays of gold that shone from it blurred any features. And it's emanating presence constrained the man to his knees, only his will kept his head lifted. The womanly figure spoke, softly but with great intent. "Do you know who I am?" Caern was well aware of who she was the moment her words reached his ears. Years of being in her presence, of listening to her commands made him well aware of who she was.
"High Priestess Nimueh of the Old Religion."Caern voice was confident and though his weathered face was blank of any expression, there was surprised written in his eyes. "Your death was greatly mourned." Caern indirectly questioned, voice neutral and respectful. The wind drew a dying whisper, the silence echoing the night.
"My death was necessary, an instrument to the Old Religion's bidding." She retorted, emphasizing the very end, subtly returning the discussion to the subject at hand. The only thing Caern could discern from her person was the mild irritation in her voice at the change in the subject. Nimueh continued further ending the latter discussion. "Caern of the druids, the Old religion asks for your aid."
"Of course my priestess," He readily answered.
"Your life may be cut short?" She adequately warned.
"It shall be my honor shall serve the Old religion with my life." He said willingly, lowering his head nearly to the ground to the presence of the old religion.
" In two days time, when the sun shines the brightest in the sky, you shall be captured by the Knights of Camelot. If you desire to live, it is essential that the Kings seek your knowledge. You must become indispensable to him, and he must seek Lord Emrys; you must inform him of the curse hurled upon his house."
"I shall leave no knowledge of the curse untouched, but... if I may speak freely?" Caern paused until Nimueh waved her hand for him to continue. "Why are we aiding the King who has taken so many of our blood."
"We are aiding the survival of all those born of Midgard." Her voice filled with tremor. "Something is coming, when hundreds of centuries have passed, he will come and alongside will ride Armageddon."