First of all Merry Christmas to you all!
Secondly, sorry for letting you to wait so long, but I was so busy these days.
Thirdly, I want to share some of my tradition with you so here you have some links to some of the carols that are singed in my country. watch?v=xerEH8UAJvU&t=1401s watch?v=0eY2W3tRC6Q
watch?v=xerEH8UAJvU&t=1401s
watch?v=0eY2W3tRC6Q . (Yes, the lines above are copy paste from Eclipse. Sorry, but I want my message to arrive to all of you)
Now to go back to the story. I'm glad that you like the way I've imagined Nimueh. She would have a very complex story (but you'll see later). I will try to offer more space to Morgana-Aithusa friendship. Their connexion is really special.
Nimueh was finally back. For the first time in years she was relaxed. In fact, she felt quite well and she was in the mood to have some fun. She sat in front of the mirror and started to comb her blond hair. She was beautiful; she was a true princess. Who would have ever thought? Long ago, she wouldn't have cared about status, but life had taught her a lot. Long ago, she was just a stupid girl.
The witch hadn't thought about Camelot for such a long time. Uther was dead; Arthur had died as well. Nimueh found quite funny that a serving girl was on the throne of Camelot. She wondered what Uther would have thought about it. It was a pity he died without knowing it. The High Priestess couldn't help bursting into laughter. Uther would have never married a servant, seeing his son marring one would have killed him. It would have been his greatest disappointing.
Meanwhile, Merlin had ended the spell and for the first time in years he'd managed to remove his chains. He was tired, but the feeling of his magic running through his veins charged him with energy. However, he didn't have much time. He had to act.
The warlock had already learnt every single corner of the castle. He tried to avoid the guards. He wasn't afraid of them, but he preferred to remove any possibility of alerting Nimueh. Plus, he wanted to keep the number of casualties as low as possible. Those soldiers were just trying to make their ends meet. The real culpable was Bolin. He would have time for him later. Bolin was hardly a threat for him. But Nimueh was. Though, he hadn't succeeded in finding out what spell she'd use to possess that body and killing her would mean killing an innocent girl as well. Moreover, it didn't guarantee that once that Helen was dead, Nimueh would be dead as well. So, he would have to wait. Much as he hated that dungeon, he would have to return there before Nimueh would return from her journey. It was funny how many things one could find if he listened to the servants.
However, as he entered Nimueh chambers he was shocked to find her inside. He'd tried to run before she would notice, but it was already too late. She'd seen him. Yet she didn't look annoyed.
"I was waiting you." She said as she took him by the hand and dragged him inside. "I'm a seer. Have you forgotten?" Nimueh answered to his unasked question. He wondered how many things she actually knew. "So, you come to kill me?" Her voice was too relaxed for such a question. Now he was sure that killing her would be a great mistake.
"Could you be killed?" He asked. "I bet you'd already have a new body prepared for you. However, I'm curious how you managed to do that. Where have you hide your body?" He was bluffing. Merlin knew pretty well that her body had been destroyed. However, Freya had warned him that he had to find Nimueh's body. It was the only way her soul would be able to stay in the living world. Merlin wondered if Freya was right or it was another way Nimueh had managed to do it. In case there was, he had the slightest idea how to kill her.
The question didn't seem to bother her. "Honestly, Merlin. I don't know. Actually, I killed myself, but I ended up into another body. I have the slightest idea why. After that, all I did was to link my soul to an object and so I could jump from one body to another." Her story didn't make sense unless Nimueh was, in fact, just one of her numerous host-bodies. It was such easiness in the way she said it.
"Where is your body?"
"I don't know." She answered simply.
"What's your name?"
"Even if I told my name no one would remember me." It was the first time he could real sadness in her voice. So, he was right. Nimueh wasn't actually Nimueh.
"I don't understand."
"You don't need to. Tell me, Merlin. Do you still love Morgana?"
"Yes. I do."
"So, you've learnt nothing. How many times do you need to be betrayed?"
"You really thought that I would buy it? I knew from the start it was your doing." She laughed at his answer.
" So clever. I'm amazed. So, you will go to her, won't you? Then, go." He hadn't expected that. All those years she'd been so cruel with him and suddenly she was willing to let him go. "Do not thank me. I don't do it for you. I kind of love this body and I don't want you to kill it. I'm not match for you anyway. Plus, all those years were enough for my little revenge."
He couldn't believe. It was too easy. Once, he would thank and hurry up to find Morgana, but all those years had made him suspicious. However, he wasn't willing to let fear control his life. So, he would risk. He would believe in miracles once more.
"She's at Camlann." She added as he was still staring at her. Merlin bowed and left as fast as he could.
She let him go. She just sat down and continued to do her hair as if nothing would have happened.