Nimueh.

Character: Nimueh, mention of Uther and Ygraine.

Summary: Nimueh was always one of my favourite characters. I feel there was so much more to her than we actually saw on the show. Also I feel like many others she was deserving of sympathy too, for how it all turned out. Smile

From the moment she was born she was told she would be special. The first moment she arrived on the Isle of the Blessed, to be brought up in the art of becoming a High Priestess. People would bow to her, before she had even reached the top of the alter, for they knew she was important. They knew she would play a crucial role in bringing magic back to the land.

She remembered the tears in the eyes of her mother as she gave her up to the old religion. Her tutor had told her she did not belong to her mother, but to the magical rhythm that flowed through her body, like water from a stream. As she learned her magical craft, so her path became clear to her.

She was the person who would free those who had fallen victim to the stench of mistrust and felony. She would bring justice back to those who followed the real religion, the one that would make the difference to her people.

As soon as she left the Isle of the Blessed she had met the young Uther Pendragon. He needed her, much more than she needed him. As it was they were useful to each other, but she knew she could always outflank him for she had powers that he could never possess. The mightiest power of all, magic.

While Uther won a Kingdom, she was by his side. She made sure he beat down the last of his enemies. So an uneasy alliance was born one where she always believed she was the most important person that existed in his court.

It was she that people feared, for they knew she had something that no one else could threaten. A magic so powerful that she could bring Kingdoms down with just one touch. She wore her majesty like a cloak, for she could tread where others dared not. She had the ear with the King that others could only dream off. The only person who could look the young King in the eye and stand her ground, no matter what he demanded. For she was his equal, and he knew it.

Until one winter's night, when it all went wrong. The dreadful night when everything that she been prepared for turned to dust, on the cold court floor. The night when a Kingdom started celebrating the birth of an heir, and ended it mourning their Queen as she died in the pale light of morning.

All of a sudden she was banished from court, thrown out and humiliated by a King who lost had both his mind, and his heart in one cold morning. He had seen too it that her reputation suffered and died, just as his wife had. She became the enemy of the people, they no longer walked in awe of her, but hated even the mention of her name.

She knew it was not her choice, but no one else believed her all she could do was watch in horror as her friends and family died, in a purge that seemed to have no end. A King so ravaged and damaged that he was unable to even know when to stop. All she could do was watch as he killed the heart of her, and all for something that she had warned him would only end in disaster.

She knew that she would always be blamed, but she knew where the real blame lay. It was not at her feet. It was the fault of a King who had got so use to the power that she provided for him, that he'd forgotten magic always came at a price. He'd been deaf to her warnings, and was forced to pay the ultimate price.

She stood at the entrance of her cave, Camelot was mapped out before her and she knew she could raise it to the ground with one movement of her fingertips. But that would not erase the hurt and humiliation, only bringing down the man that was the cause of her downfall, would achieve that. She smiled to herself and prepared the spell that would finally end Uther Pendragon's reign for once and for all.