Word: Imperious
Characters: Nimueh (mention of Uther)
Word Count: 272
Nimueh strutted her way through the cave, chanting spells as she walked. Into the well she dropped, an object and watched it fascinated. Her fingers moved above it as if conducting the air. Suddenly her chanting became louder, as she ended the spell, and then waited for something to happen. Satisfied with the reaction, she turned away, as if in triumph.
She thought of Uther, sitting there in his castle beliving he had defeated the old religion, well she would show him, she thought. Her mouth turned upwards into a cruel smile, she would make him pay, she would make him sorry that he threw her out of court, and humiliated her in front of everyone. She could picture the King with his imperious manner, bordering on the arrogant. Thinking he was untouchable, well she could get through any barrier or shield, she smiled to herself. She didn't need to arm herself with Knights or weapons, she had the power, she could take them all on, and how she loved to exercise it. She knew no one could challenge her, like an eagle soaring through the sky, there was nothing she couldn't do.
She put her cloak on, and walked out into the day, the mist already starting to come down, and prepared for the day she'd been planning for years. The day she'd bring Uther Pendragon down, and all of Camelot with him. Then she, could run Camelot the way she'd always dreamed off. A Kingdom which was the centre of the old religion, then she could bring back magic, and be the person she had always dreamed of.
