The Evil We Make by janne_d
Title: The Evil We Make
Author: janne_d
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 335
Beta: torakowalski
Summary: Nothing in this world was ever good or evil until people made it so.
The Evil We Make
Nothing in this world was ever good or evil until people made it so. Uther had known that once, had judged people and their magic on the merits of their actions.
Magic wasn't evil. Magic simply was.
But then magic had taken the Queen and Uther had forged evil in a fire of rage and death.
And now all the sorcerers, good or bad, were fled or dead and Nimueh was driven to a cave when once she had been exalted for the same skill that would now condemn her. So many dead by Uther's will if not his hands. He would pay a heavy price for that; Nimueh had sworn it by her blood and breath.
The need for revenge was like a living thing, growing not shrinking with the years that Uther still lived. It twisted in her with her rage and to have her need denied, thwarted by that fool of a boy…
Not all the sorcerers were gone from Camelot after all, despite Uther's efforts. Nimueh knew the prophecies, of course, but nowhere had they said that the greatest sorcerer and defender of the kingdom would come in the form of a clumsy, unskilled and untried youth.
She had recognised him instantly. No skill yet, but power, oh yes. Power spilled out of him like sunlight, so overwhelming that it was almost impossible to believe that everyone else was blind to it, that they couldn't see what he was.
Nimueh despised him. All that power wasted in the service of a Pendragon, the traitor saving his life while those with magic burned. Her hate would find a better use for it, would turn sunlight to the cold depths of dark water, would crush the walls of Camelot and grind Uther's bones into dust.
She had waited years for her revenge, but soon the wait would be over. Soon, Nimueh would set her hate against Merlin's love and they would see whose will was the stronger.
Soon there would be a reckoning.
Author: janne_d
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 335
Beta: torakowalski
Summary: Nothing in this world was ever good or evil until people made it so.
The Evil We Make
Nothing in this world was ever good or evil until people made it so. Uther had known that once, had judged people and their magic on the merits of their actions.
Magic wasn't evil. Magic simply was.
But then magic had taken the Queen and Uther had forged evil in a fire of rage and death.
And now all the sorcerers, good or bad, were fled or dead and Nimueh was driven to a cave when once she had been exalted for the same skill that would now condemn her. So many dead by Uther's will if not his hands. He would pay a heavy price for that; Nimueh had sworn it by her blood and breath.
The need for revenge was like a living thing, growing not shrinking with the years that Uther still lived. It twisted in her with her rage and to have her need denied, thwarted by that fool of a boy…
Not all the sorcerers were gone from Camelot after all, despite Uther's efforts. Nimueh knew the prophecies, of course, but nowhere had they said that the greatest sorcerer and defender of the kingdom would come in the form of a clumsy, unskilled and untried youth.
She had recognised him instantly. No skill yet, but power, oh yes. Power spilled out of him like sunlight, so overwhelming that it was almost impossible to believe that everyone else was blind to it, that they couldn't see what he was.
Nimueh despised him. All that power wasted in the service of a Pendragon, the traitor saving his life while those with magic burned. Her hate would find a better use for it, would turn sunlight to the cold depths of dark water, would crush the walls of Camelot and grind Uther's bones into dust.
She had waited years for her revenge, but soon the wait would be over. Soon, Nimueh would set her hate against Merlin's love and they would see whose will was the stronger.
Soon there would be a reckoning.