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nyxelestia) wrote2010-01-18 05:05 am
nyxelestia) wrote2010-01-18 05:05 am
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It's All In The Cards - 02: The High Priestess
Title: 02 - The High Priestess
Rating: G
Summary: My little Tarot-based Merlin project. A one shot for each card.
Warnings: none
Episode warnings: None
Beta: None
Notes: Card and Fic both under the cut. One card every week. Two cards this week, though, as I was unable to post a card last week.
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~The Card On My DeviantArt~
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"Also known as the Papess, she is the mistress of secrets and strange knowledge, intuition, and using inner wisdom. She holds a quiet but powerful influence over her world and those around her."
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Nimueh growled in frustration at her magic’s absolute uselessness at doing anything useful when a blue flame flicked out of existence yet again.
Raw energy, gone! Ugh.
She stopped and took a deep breath. She was a priestess of the Old Religion, and priestesses do not throw fits when failing at their goal.
No matter how much they want to.
She swallowed down her frustrated rage and gingerly bent down to pick up the back and set it on the dais, scanning through the pages.
Nothing. No explanation as to why the sparks never went the right way. No explanation of why the pronunciation came out wrong even if she said it right. No help at all.
“Damnit,” she muttered, sighing as she leaned on the dais above the book. Around her the Isle ruins changed, matching her mood as the fog started to drift in from nowhere.
She could change the atmosphere almost without thought and yet she still couldn’t create a stream of raw energy. Raw energy – raw potential – raw life.
The latest spell hadn’t worked.
“Ugh!” she yelled out in frustration, shutting the book and throwing it off. She knew she should probably be more careful with a book that had generations of magic preserved in its pages, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less, at this moment.
Shutting her eyes, she brought herself back.
Back when magic was simple.
Back when it was easy.
Back when she just did it, as a child.
Back when she relied purely on instinct alone.
This…
She swallowed, took a deep breath, and stood upright, looking out over the Isle, relaxing, her mind, her body, her spirit. She reached, like she used to reach out for her dolls as a child in her village, like she reached out for books with Gaius in the library, like she reached out for those she loved in times of need…
…is it.
She gasped, as she felt something click within in her, and cupped her hands together easily, pouring her magic, no, herself into it.
A spark of blue appeared, thrumming in the strings of life, pulsing to the beat of the earth.
She kept pushing, more and more, no words, no spells, just magic – just her.
Within moments, she was smiling at the ring of energy around here. So much power, potential, to change destiny with this bit of life around her.
She just had to play it right.
This was it. And it was calling to her.
Rating: G
Summary: My little Tarot-based Merlin project. A one shot for each card.
Warnings: none
Episode warnings: None
Beta: None
Notes: Card and Fic both under the cut. One card every week. Two cards this week, though, as I was unable to post a card last week.
~The Card On My DeviantArt~
~*~
"Also known as the Papess, she is the mistress of secrets and strange knowledge, intuition, and using inner wisdom. She holds a quiet but powerful influence over her world and those around her."
Nimueh growled in frustration at her magic’s absolute uselessness at doing anything useful when a blue flame flicked out of existence yet again.
Raw energy, gone! Ugh.
She stopped and took a deep breath. She was a priestess of the Old Religion, and priestesses do not throw fits when failing at their goal.
No matter how much they want to.
She swallowed down her frustrated rage and gingerly bent down to pick up the back and set it on the dais, scanning through the pages.
Nothing. No explanation as to why the sparks never went the right way. No explanation of why the pronunciation came out wrong even if she said it right. No help at all.
“Damnit,” she muttered, sighing as she leaned on the dais above the book. Around her the Isle ruins changed, matching her mood as the fog started to drift in from nowhere.
She could change the atmosphere almost without thought and yet she still couldn’t create a stream of raw energy. Raw energy – raw potential – raw life.
The latest spell hadn’t worked.
“Ugh!” she yelled out in frustration, shutting the book and throwing it off. She knew she should probably be more careful with a book that had generations of magic preserved in its pages, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less, at this moment.
Shutting her eyes, she brought herself back.
Back when magic was simple.
Back when it was easy.
Back when she just did it, as a child.
Back when she relied purely on instinct alone.
This…
She swallowed, took a deep breath, and stood upright, looking out over the Isle, relaxing, her mind, her body, her spirit. She reached, like she used to reach out for her dolls as a child in her village, like she reached out for books with Gaius in the library, like she reached out for those she loved in times of need…
…is it.
She gasped, as she felt something click within in her, and cupped her hands together easily, pouring her magic, no, herself into it.
A spark of blue appeared, thrumming in the strings of life, pulsing to the beat of the earth.
She kept pushing, more and more, no words, no spells, just magic – just her.
Within moments, she was smiling at the ring of energy around here. So much power, potential, to change destiny with this bit of life around her.
She just had to play it right.
This was it. And it was calling to her.