Post by Jenn on Nov 11, 2010 13:31:53 GMT -5
The King was dead and Camelot had fallen in a long and bloody battle. Many had died that day but not once did the Knights of Camelot give up.
Nimueh looked at the Prince, her eyes narrowing as a sneer pulled at her stained lips. Above her head lightning flashed, thunder causing the ground to rumble. In the dirt at her feet lay the muddied body of a young warlock, his arm twitching from the spell she'd cast.
Arthur stepped forward yelling curses he'd only ever heard Merlin yell. With a flick of her wrist and the whisper of a long forgotten language, the sorceress sent the young Pendragon flying across the ruins of the once great kingdom of Camelot.
Arthur's eyes opened to meet hers, his manservant standing with a painful wince behind her, his hand raised. Eyes flashed gold. Old Welsh fell from cracked and bloody lips.
With Nimueh's dying breath, she spat out a curse.
The Prince ran for his Warlock before the roots of long dead trees burst from the Earth and dragged them down into an eternal sleep.
When Nimueh found out that not only was the 'Once and Future King' back but Emrys was too, her anger caused lightening to stroke from the sky and Earthquakes in at least four minor countries. She swore on her magic that she would end the warlock's life with the help of her apprentice - Morgause Le Fey.
It's time for the newly reborn Merlin Emrys to team up with Arthur Pendragon, but there's one problem. They are from completely different backgrounds who've never met in this life. Merlin lives with his family in a two bedroom flat in East London where Arthur lives on the Pendragon estate with his father, Prime Minister Uther Pendragon.