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Nimue

She didn’t like the name they gave her. Lady of the Lake. No, she was Nimue. A scared little girl who was caught doing nothing but trying to find her way home. She was drowned for it. So now she “guarded” their sacred lake and was stuck with that stupid, stupid, stupid name.

Then came along a man named Arthur. For once, there was someone who used her name. His hair was brightened in the sunset, like a spark to start a wildfire.

“Nimue, I’m looking for a sword.”

She was hesitant. Her heart pounded in her ears like drums being played. “Excaliber?”

“Yes.” He stepped forward, oh-so-close to the water. The water that killed her. “Could you help me find it?”

The quiet left a bitter taste on her tongue. The need to know if he would help her was a flame ignited in her chest. “What are you going to do with it?”

“I’m going to become king. I need Excaliber to do so.”

She walked toward him, the water shifting as she moved. It was wind against her skin. “Will you help me? Along with your quest of being king.”

“With what, Nimue?”

“Revenge,” she hissed, the word smacking him across the face. “For my drowning. My murder.”

He stiffened at the mention of revenge. “What would you have me do? Kill the man who ordered it?”

Nimue hummed, “Him, yes. And my mother. She drowned me. I have… resentment, that’s the word.”

“Are you sure you want her dead?” He reached for her shoulder before she moved away. “I can’t bring her back.”

Her smile was that of a broken child’s. Full of hatred and the burning of a desperate soul. She watched his face as it lost the pity. “Very sure.”

He agreed in the end. She led him to the place Excaliber was. Stuck in a stone, within a faerie ring. Nimue watched as he grabbed the sword and placed it in his scabbard. Death would be of the ones who slaughtered her. Of her mother and the priest.

Arthur left and she was stuck waiting, waiting, waiting. Perhaps a day, perhaps a year. She wasn’t good with time anymore. Either way, it was boring, boring, boring. Until she saw the smoke.

The dark clouds wound through the trees, turning crimson when the flames followed. Someone had set fire to the forest. For what, she didn’t know. She only cared because there was soon someone coming through. A woman, as far as she could tell. A woman who knew her name.

“Nimue! Nimue!”

Oh. She knew who it was now. Her mother. Not that the word meant much. Spite flowed back as she spat, “Hello, mother.”

“Nimue! You’re-you’re here! A-Actually here?” the woman asked, soot-stained hands reaching forward. Her cheeks had a river of tears flowing down.

“As are you. I believed I ordered you dead.” Nimue’s glare burned more than any flame. “What happened to that, I wonder.”

Her mother stammered and sobbed. “W-why? Why would you want me dead?”

“Did you forget, mother? You killed me. In this very lake.” Nimue smiled once again. That burning, dreadful smile. “Just a bit of necessary karma.”

There was no sword around, but there were other ways to kill. Metaphorically speaking. So Nimue did just that. She continued with the scorning and reminders, letting her mother get to the point she felt pure dread at facing her daughter. The look on her face was… satisfying for her.

Then her mother walked into the lake.

Never to be seen again.

And there was relief, relief, relief.

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