The Dragon's return

I stood up and looked around, everyone was backing away, both red cloaked and blue painted men, as if they had just witnessed a ghost. Suddenly there was aloud roar from the sky, and above a giant dragon trampled the trees tall enough to get in its way. The men would occasionally step backwards, but most could not even move away. I stood my ground as the dark dragon dropped down in front of me, crushing a few bodies that laid broken on the grass. It leaned its head in forward, the sun gleaming off of its black scales. The dragon seemed to scowl at me before leaning backwards on its haunches and transforming into a black cloaked figure. A few men let out gasps and a few tried to repress screams, but their overall conclusion was that there was a demon in their midst.

The figure pulled the hood of her cloak back, revealing pale skin with matching eyes and dark hair. "What have you done?" She asked, her tone cold as ice with a glare to match.

"I did nothing." I snarled. "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"My name is Nimueh." She said, moving around me, surveying the area. "And I've come to collect the price." Her dark colored lips twisted at the corners. "Or have you forgotten the price for magic?"

"I hardly think causing the earth to push people would allow for such a visit." I said.

"Oh no, of course not," she said, tracing her finger across my back as she walked behind me. "I came for something much more serious."

"Fia! Get away from her!" I turned around to see Merlin rushing across the battle field on a poor gray horse, whom looked like death itself. When he got to us he launched off the horse and pushed me behind him. "What do you want, Nimueh?"

Nimueh's twisted smile vanished as Merlin scowled at her. "You know how magic works, dear Merlin. Now, tell me, where is your king?"

Merlin's eyebrows furrowed and he looked to me. "What did you do, sister?"

"I didn't..." I started, but looked around. "I don't know what I did, he just vanished."

"Vanished? What does that mean?" Merlin yelled. "What did you do?"

Nimueh brushed her hand up Merlin's arm. "Now, now, let us not be hasty."

Merlin grabbed Nimueh's arm, his knuckles turning white. "Don't you dare touch me, you viper."

Nimueh scowled once more, and yanked her arm free. "The price for one life is another, what is your plan of action, dear brother?" She spat coldly.

Merlin said nothing, but looked to me.

"If he was alive he would be here and he's not!" I yelled. "You have no proof!"

"Ah! Perhaps." She said. "But you messed with something far greater than you and a price must be paid. Thus we have two options. I can either kill you now, or send you to wherever it is you sent the body of our dead king, and you can bring him back here. What you have done is threatened the history of our people and it cannot be accepted." Nimwueh's lips began to twist upward. "Why don't I just do the latter, hm?" She threw her hands up and a bright yellow light branched out from them, and without a second to spare she blew on her hands and the light overwhelmed me.