A Life For A Life (Morgana) Jan 26, 2012 18:09:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 18:09:13 GMT -5
Time... time here all but meant nothing... just shadows that moved around her, forming silhouettes for a short moment until your mind almost could grasp their form, but then they evaded again, dissolving in the never-ceasing fog. Was she dead? No… she couldn’t be, after all she still had a body, she could feel that, although the more time she spent here – wherever here was – she also felt this consoling presence going… thinner? No that was not the right word… it was like she was slowly dissolving, becoming one with the fog around her…And she shouldn’t be here… that was the only thing she knew and that she must keep on walking, floating or whatever it was, to search for something. But what that certain something was, she had forgotten along the way. She didn’t even know her name anymore… Oblivion… sweet oblivion. But there was this nagging need inside her which kept her going, searching for a purpose in all this nothingness. She couldn’t give up that pupose, even if she had lost anything else.
In the beginning she had tried to remember who she was, had tried to grasp that shimmering thought always dancing just an inch out of her grasp as if to mock her. She had tried to remember what it had been like to be on earth, what she had done, where she had lived, but slowly that ceased to be so important. A part of her was slowly resigning. One moment in time, she would have finally dissolved in whole, then only floating around with the mist and be no more, and then what did it all matter? Why couldn’t she let go? Wasn’t there something else, something better waiting for her at the other end? Why did she want to turn back? She had heard once – though she couldn’t remember when and where – that there were some people who had been called before their time, or unexpectedly, with a fault, and that they were forever trapped in the in-between, until either they let go and resigned or were called back. But who would call her back? Did she really still have some purpose to fulfill or was that just stubborn thinking?
Another shapeless amount of time passed… her body deliquescing more and more… until… the low and scary murmur around her suddenly was pierced by a faint voice. A voice? She had even forgotten such things existed! But she felt drawn to it, and tried to float towards it…the voice grew louder, demanding and it seemed to drag her forward…towards an opening there had not been before. Something was happening, and that alone was a miracle in itself. Nothing really HAPPENED here…
She was far from understanding anything, but it was not understanding that counted now anyway, it was… being. Yes… this was about BEING! More and more shadows around her seemed to swarm towards that opening, but she was not like them. She knew now she was more solid still… and she somehow also knew she would be even more solid once she stepped over that threshold over there. Real… yes, that was it. She would be real!
She took a few hestitant steps forward, reaching the threshold, still surrounded by fog. But the minute she stepped over the threshold, everything came back to her. She knew who she was, she knew why she had been in this in-between land… and she knew that she had been brought back to life by powerful magic.
Nimueh Ó Liathain, High Priestess of the Old Religion, her head held high in an almost regal posture, left the dark oblivion behind and rejoined this world, stating majestically: “I am here. Who has summoned me?”
Timeline: During the Ritual in "The Darkest Hour Part 1"
Note: What if thread: What if Nimueh had come back from the dead in that ritual, taking Morgause's place?