Hey, thanks for the reviews. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it :-), (I don't own the characters, etc, you've heard it all before)
The light…flowed into the shape and form of a small girl, though still shining brightly, the timbre of the voice…changed, somehow, becoming more female, higher pitched, and with a girlish giggle that sounded strangely innocent, spoke again.
"Remember me? I always said I'd be back". Whatever little innocence the voice possessed vanished. "And now I have come to claim what is rightfully mine. I vowed you would pay for what you did, King Uther. The throne of Camelot should have been mine!"
Everyone turned to look at Uther, trying desperately to find out what was going on, to discern the cause of events by the king's response.
"The throne of Camelot was never to be yours, Nim" he said, calmly although it was evident he was still shocked at this vision from his past. "You were always destined to lose the war, to fail and be cast out, just like your sister".
Nim recoiled at Uther's mention of her sister. "I am here to finish what Nimueh could not" she hissed and, trapped inside his mental prison, Merlin was astonished to hear the two sorceresses were sisters. "Now, Uther". Nim raised an arm to point at Uther and announced dramatically "Prepare to stare into the face of your demise".
Every guard in the room drew their weapons and leapt to put themselves between the sorceress possessing Merlin. Nim spared them no more than a glance then flicked her fingers, hurling the men across the room, where they smashed into the walls and crumpled to the floor, lying sprawled at unnatural angles. She then turned her full attention to Uther, who had drawn his own sword, knowing full well it would do no good.
Golden sparks flickered playfully around Nim's fingers and she studied it, maliciously drawing out the long silence born of suspense and fear. Then, as swift as lightning, she struck, a stream of golden fire bursting forth from her fingertips to strike Uther square on the chest. He sank to his knees, mouth open in surprise then, slowly, fell to the floor.
"No!" yelled Arthur as Morgana screamed and ran to Uther's side. Arthur drew his own sword and, in one fluid movement, threw it across the hall, aiming directly for the iridescent figure's heart. Merlin was panic-struck – after all, the killings were not his doing but it was still his body – but the weapon seemed to strike an unseen shield in the air, a mere foot from where Nim stood, unharmed.
"My turn" she hissed and again, tiny sparks blinked into existence around her fingers. Jets of flame roared around her as she advanced on Arthur. And then she struck.
Oo, what's going to happen next? Haha, review it and you might find out. Or am I being too mean there?