Smoke, that's all I saw. The only thought that clouded my mind was finding my mother. Pym was with me after my frustrated escape from being a village conjurer. As Pym had stated earlier, we were gone for nearly two days which was far too long. I feel guilty, it was my fault that my tribe is dying. My carelessness had led them to my tribe.

We hid under a barn that wasn't on fire. To maintain ourselves unseen, we remained hidden in the barn for some time. However, that wait came to an end, I looked outside to see a hazy figure in black. With that, the sensation of panic had set in. Clenching my hand, I had begun to imagine the worse impossible scenario. As if things couldn't have gotten worse. I quickly glanced at a nervous Pym by my side, with a hand on her mouth in an attempt to remain silent and dangerously, shaking. If there was only a way for me to comfort her at that moment, but I too was struggling to remain calm in the situation we were in. I took a couple of deep breaths with my mind made up to do anything to survive, not just for me, but for Pym as well. The figure steadily made its way closer, but came to halt turning to the other direction. I thanked the Hidden, but was alarmed to hear the crunching of leaves that was followed by a light small pitter patter. I whipped my head toward that direction to get a better view; I saw a little figure I loved, little Squirrel.

"Squirrel, are you hurt?" I asked in relief. The young child shook his head in response. He appeared rather nervous and anxiously began to speak.

"Nimue, I can't find my dad." His watery eyes were a plea for help and I wasn't going to leave him alone. I am going to help him.

"Run like a fox, take Pym with you," I instructed in a low voice. It was risky having them charge away, but there wasn't much room for other ideas.

"Nimue, NO! I'm staying with you, I'm not leaving you alone with those red headed idiots!" she said indignantly.

"Pym, please take care of Squirrel, I'm just going to look for my mother and then I'll find you in the Ruins of the Sky People," with haste I explained, ushering the young ones to quickly flee the scene.

"Your mother was on her way to the temple, she was being persecuted," he said, wanting to help.

"Pym, faster-"

"than a fox," she anxiously finished my sentence. She was a ball of nerves, but I knew she could handle it. I softly grabbed Pym and Squirrel's hands muttering them to be safe. With watery eyes, but a newfound determination I mustered the courage in me to tell them to 'Go'. Pym bundled her dress to allow her legs to move faster and before I knew it, Pym and Squirrel sprinted away. Squirrel leading the way as Pym chased after him.

With a keen eye observing that they ran far enough, I too prepare myself to flee the tattered village. I perhaps was so lost in preparing to run that I failed to detect a Red Paladin that was nearby. It was late for me to act quickly and soon found myself caught by one of the paladins, they took me to what seemed to be their leader.

"Did you see that, my believers?" he said with a debauched voice, "That's why we must be strong."

The rest of the Red Paladins were too engrossed in their leader's speech creating a small window of opportunity. I would trust the Hidden as I did before; I had begun to focus my power. The usual green markings began to creep up my face and my breathing became more heavy. However, I was naive to think not one of them wouldn't be careful around me, feeling a swift kick to my side. Throbbing pain and I couldn't tend to it with my hands being held together.

"The devil changes so that our hearts are broken, look at her, beautiful eyes, but infected like the others. For this opportunity we must show our determination in the face of such betrayal. Now take her to the fire."

I froze hearing the words being uttered and dread filled my mind. I was to die without speaking to my family (mother, Pym and Squirrel). Without the chance to tell them how much I love them.

Out of nowhere the Red Paladin who was holding me falls to the ground.

"Thank the Hidden," I silently expressed my gratitude.

I ran faster than a gazelle. I went straight to the temple, but my mother was not there.

"She couldn't be dead," I shouted, feeling uneasy and frustrated.

I heard a metal noise being dragged on the floor, I turned to where the sound was coming.

There was the black figure from before. He kept dragging his sword and he sluggishly walked toward my direction as he entered the temple. His eyes never broke contact with my own. Thoughts of fleeing entered my mind, but I didn't want to. Instead I remained looking at him with my heart beating fast. I wanted to be close to him.

Not saying anything, he finally was in front of me. His piercing eyes look straight at my own. Without thinking, my own hand began to move toward his face. Softly caressing his face with much curiosity of his infamous tear-stain markings. I heard his breath hitch in surprise.

"Nimue," he softly pleaded holding the hand I had touch his face with.

"Lancelot," escaped my lips. I found him, I didn't know who he was except stories of his actions. Yet, my intuition was that I had known him.

SMUT(under 18 do not read)- 3rd person

Heat began to course through Nimue's body, a small whimper left her soft lips at the unwanted sensation. The whimper didn't go unnoticed by Lancelot. He saw her flushed face along with one of her hands covering her mouth in lame attempt to stop herself from making more embarrassing noises. Nimue felt self conscious, but he did not mind. Gently he reached out to remove her hand. Almost as if the warmth were contagious, he too began to feel extremely hot.

"Please," his hand gripped hers tightly. Without a word between them, they knew what their bodies wanted. Out of touch with their minds with their bodies talking. Nimue hastily removed his cape, allowing her to get a better view of the man. With their closed distance, she moved both of her hands toward his face. It wasn't long before their lips met with moans escaping them at the sensation of their closeness. His right leg soon found itself trapped between her legs, lazily teasing her. Nimue responded with hunger as she greedily began to rub herself on him to ease the aching sensation from her womanhood. Grabbing her hips, he hoisted her onto the rock-surface table in the center of the temple. Their bodies moving on their own, automatically knowing what to do.

Sitting on the table, Nimue greedily fumbled to bring down his trousers. He gave a husky laugh at the display and helped her out by doing it himself.

"Lay back," he whispered observing as she began to lower her tights along with undergarment as he helped hike her dress upward to give him access. He inched closer freeing his member from his undergarment teasing her wet entrance. She began to moan at the sensation and he felt his own penis tingle from her sweet moan. Not wasting a single second, he entered her, groaning from how tight she was. Nimue winced a bit, but soon was consumed in pleasure with sweet mutters encouraging him. Hearing her approval, he began to pick his pace, eventually slamming into her at a quick pace.

"Fa-faster," Nimue encouraged and he complied with a groan. Whispers familiar to Nimue who she affiliated to the Hidden were muffled by the two Feys lovemaking. Covered in light sweat and surrounded by their own aromas. With enough stimulation, Lancelot felt himself near and braced himself, with one more thrust, his seed filled Nimue's womanhood. He bent down enough to lightly graze his lips upon her, teasing her as she was struggling to maintain her noises of pleasure low. Lancelot remained inside of Nimue when she reached her own climax, trembling with relief.

"You're my soulmate," the lovers whispered to one another. Lancelot bent down to place an affectionate kiss upon Nimue's sweaty forehead. Her eyes remained closed in bliss whereas Lancelot took the time to observe her beauty; enchanted he was. He soon began to slowly remove himself to avoid any additional discomfort. Having nothing to clean themselves in, Lancelot decided to simply deal with his dick covered in the sticky fluids and adjusted it back into his pants while helping Nimue properly slide her undergarment and her black tights up. Nimue felt little ache as she arched her hips up allowing Lancelot to easily slide her clothing up. He soon felt a tug from his sleeve. Looking up he saw Nimue giving him a small smile, using her other hand to pat the space next to her for him to join her. He impulsively did, but not before grabbing his cape to use as a makeshift blanket. No words between them, but warm looks, looks that others might've deem impossible from the infamous Weeping Monk. A small gust of wind entered the temple, lulling both into a small slumber.

"Our lovers aren't ready for the knowledge of being soulmates, Lancelot still has a long destiny to live, and Nimue needs to find out what is rightfully hers. We lock their memories and only when she starts to feel the symptoms of a new life, they will begin to have little dreams about each other, but only when they meet in person will they remember. We will take him to one of the huts of the tribe and she stays here," said the Hidden.

END OF SMUT

NIMUE P.O.V

Roughly awakened to the cold breeze, I abruptly got up. Minor headache being weakly soothed by my hands as I tried to piece together my location. A gasp escaped me when I realized the urgency I had and still have to find my mother who was said to be in the temple. I quickly got off the stone-table I had been lying on and winced feeling a minor ache in my hips.

"Ni-nimue," a shaky voice whispered, I rapidly moved toward that voice that I recognized as my mother's. There she was, slowly limping inside the temple's entrance. I wasted no time in running up to her to help support her.

"Mum, it was my fault that this is happening, I brought them here, I'm sorry I tried to escape my fate and it happens," wasting no time I immediately told her what was on my chest. My loving mother squeezed my shoulder lightly to comfort me, but not saying anything, until we reached the near back of the temple where she ushered me to help her kneel down.

"I need you to take this to Merlin. It's very important for the survival of our people, that should be safe". She hands me something that looks like a sword. Upon receiving it, my arms lowered at the unexpected heavy weight the sword had. I clutched the treasured sword tightly to my chest and looked at my mother. Eyes searching for a sign that we should begin to flee, but instead I found dejection.

"Mom, come on. We have to run," I said to her with my own voice trembling in fear of what she was to say.

"No, Nimue this is your task. Don't worry about me, my time has come, but remember I love you, I'm proud of you". Her own strong voice betrayed her as she trembled, yet she did her best to maintain a courageous appearance to encourage me.

The warm sensation that passed upon my chest knowing I had my mother's love was short-lived when a Red Paladin made his way inside the temple. Haughty steps with a sword of cold blood ready to be swung. The Red Paladin positioned himself for a killer swing of his sword with clear intent that I was his target. Fear struck me to the core, I was frozen in place seeing the cruel man get closer. A blue flash cutted in front of me and pushed the Red Paladin, mother.

"Remember the sword to Merlin." Like an idiot I stood taking small, backward steps toward the exit. I felt powerless, staring at my mother struggling with the Red Paladin ushering me to take leave. It wasn't until the final blow that came to her, that I stirred from my trance state and ran letting out a sobbing noise. Alas, I lost my mother, my only family, and one of the few special people in my life.

I ran out of there as fast as I could with a weight on my shoulders asking me what is more special about that sword than my mother's life. With my thoughts in the air, I didn't notice a red thing bumping into me.

"NIMUEEEEEEEE," my best friend Pym hugs me, oh she's not dead but...

"PYM! Where's Squirrel? Don't tell me you let him get caught!" Distressed I felt knowing that Squirrel's whereabouts were unknown, he was another special person in my life akin to a ray of sunshine with his bright personality and bravery. I need to find the child I regarded as my adopted son.

"We were separated in the middle of the attack, a red baboon picked me up and I told him to hide. No need to get mad at me, he's a smart kid," she said reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.

"Let's go, it seems like there are more guys coming, stay with me. I don't want to lose someone else that I love," I begged Pym, steering her away from the clear forest floor. Being in the clear would make it too easy for the enemies to spot us.

"Beauty, but where did you find this sword?" my best friend inquired.

"My mother gave it to me. I was tasked, no we, to deliver the sword to Merlin," yes with the help of Pym, we could do this. I let her hand go, hoping that she understood my brief explanation.

"The MERLIN of the stories of when we were little? He's a myth," she raised her voice, surprised to hear the myth being true.

"Pym, without yelling, we have to go find Squirrel."

Too late, I cringed hearing the ferocious howls. They had found us.

"Stay behind me." I ordered Pym as I instinctively moved in front of her. I could hear Pym muttering prayers quietly, I promised I wasn't going to let her get hurt.

Lowly emitting growls got louder, the rustling of the leaves heightened my senses.

"I got this," my voice was tight with uncertainty, uncertainty that I needed to overcome. The wolves came in a pack, bearing their jagged teeth. Such intimidation was effective and Pym mumbles became louder and shaky, dripped in terror. I blinked my eyes, anxiously and at that exact moment they ambushed. The sword in my left hand, I took hold of Pym's hand, both sprinting as fast as we could. Anxiously searching the dark forest for any sort of opening to safety. Growling, the wolves showed no sign of stopping. However, to my luck I saw a rock that would provide some height advantage ahead.

"Let's get on this rock!" Looks like Pym had the same idea, letting go of my hand to run alongside me to make climbing onto the rock faster. I signaled Pym to climb first to which she swiftly accomplished. I was about to throw the sword up, so that I could use both of my hands to hoist myself up.

"Hurry, Nimue!" Pym shrieked eyeing how close the Red Paladin's wolves were. I threw the sword on top and prepared myself to climb, that was a big enough window for one of the wolves to pierce my arm with his fangs. I could hear Pym loudly breathing in and out to keep calm as she rushed to help pull me up after I had kicked the same wolf away. Racing toward the center of the rock, we braced for the wolves clawing their way up the rock.

"What are we going to do," coughed Pym, shaking next to me. My grasp on the sword stiffened and out of nowhere I heard a familiar, calming voice.

"With the spade," mother! I guess I was idle for a moment with Pym yelling at me.

"NIMUE USE THE SWORD OR GIVE ME TO USE" Pym demanded.

"No need," I motion Pym to stay behind me as I smoothly freed the sword from the cloth. Holding the sword's pommel and fixing into a proper fighting position, an enormous burst of power flowed through my body. Staring down at a gray wolf ready to pounce, I counted, ready to strike. Letting out a howl, it attacked and I swung sideways with all the might I had. Severing his head grotesquely. Pym let out a loud gasp at the scene. One down, just five more to go. The other wolves shortly gathered to mourn their fallen kin with anger reignited in their eyes. No time to let my guard down, a dark look crossed my eyes as I aimed forward stabbing another through the chest and pulling it all the way up, nearly cutting it in half. My technique was certainly sloppy, but it got the job done. Soon enough, the floor below us was decorated with the bloodied up and deceased wolves. My arms swung back down with the tip of the sword harshly hitting the floor. My chest began to ache and I struggled to breath.

"Ugh," grunting in pain, my vision flickering. My steps faltered, thankfully Pym with her quick reflexes caught me. Helping me stand upright and flicked my head to bring me back to my senses.

"No, you're not gonna faint on me, we have to find Squirrel," she chided as a mother would to her mischievous child. I was slightly amused by the gesture before asserting that we had important matters at hand.

"You're right, Pym. We need to go immediately," wrapping up the powerful sword and stepping down the rock. Pym made a yuck face evading the wolves' corpse, I couldn't blame her as I did the same.

Heading to the ruins, desperate to find out if our little Squirrel had survived. I suspect that you may be wondering why I am overprotective with little Squirrel. It started when me and Pym were helping one of our healers bring a child to life, but the mother and child didn't survive. I still remember the look of dread when Squirrel's father staggered into the room and the distressed look in his eye; he had lost his love and child. A 5 year old followed him closely, unaware of his mother's fate until it was explained to him that she wasn't going to wake up. He still had a gentle smile when he walked in playing with his wooden sword. It felt all too much for him and his father was preoccupied, dealing with his own grief. At that moment, I felt a strong urge to open my arms and captured him in a tight, comforting hug to calm the crying toddler. And through time, I sort of saw myself as a mother figure, to the energetic child. My eyes watered at the sentimental memory, but I'm not going to cry. Brushing my brown hair aside, I plead to myself to find Squirrel, keep Pym alive, and complete my mother's dying wish. I have too.

Minutes passed as Pym and I continued our search through the ruins.

"Squirrel, where are you?" we shouted to know if he had arrived.

It was getting late, the sun was setting, after all that commotion it was a beautiful sight to look at. But this sort of tranquility never lasts. To our unfortunate luck, we were ambushed by a bloodthirsty Red Paladin. We shot out of our location. We knew these forests very well, but we were not fast enough to evade the Red Paladin who hasn't. My lack of awareness haunts me again as I was too slow and was caught from behind and thrown to the sturdy ground. I screamed to Pym to run, but she was frozen with fear with an urge to help me. The man was on top of me, I was trying my best to pry him off. Tears of frustration, I am trying so damn hard and this maniac seemed to have the upperhand. Death has been so close so many times, I wonder if this moment was it.

"Call out the occult," whispered my mother's voice once more. She was right, we've been through this before, with that cruel Shadow Lord disguised as a bear. Focusing my energy, the notable facial markings of my powers decorated my face. The snapping of plants was heard. Like a snake they coiled around the vile man, noises akin to twigs breaking were heard, but that might've been something else breaking. I was free, and stood upright soothing my wrist. Hearing Pym gagging I looked at her to see her nauseous face turned away from my direction. I looked back myself and I completely understood Pym' reaction. I quickly turned to follow Pym's lead away from that new structure in the forest, but not before emptying my stomach.

"Come on, when I see someone vomit, it gets me even more nauseous," complained Pym in an attempt to lighten the mood and for that I'm thankful.

"Did you want me to swallow my own vomit, instead?" I challenged.

"Ew, no Nimue," she made a face, "Come on, I don't think there's anyone else following us". Pym informed me as she carefully looked at our surroundings. A sense of security was much welcome as we began our search for shelter.