Jack stood in the forest dumbfounded looking at the woman who glowed in the dark, so many questions ran through his mind beginning with, "Who are you?"
She smiled, "My name is Nimue, and you have been chosen to fight the one whom The Balor has chosen, it has been prophesied that the giants would return."
Jack looked down, "But I'm not a hero, I'm not a knight. You chose the wrong person for this task."
Nimue smiled, pointing at the bear, Jack looked, "Okay yeah I can handle myself against a wild animal, but I'm not a knight, my brother is, he's the one you're looking for."
"Your brother is the one the Balor has chosen to fight. It is your duty and responsibility to answer the call and defeat him."
Jack spinned, "What is The Balor, and why did he choose my brother, and why must I fight him?"
Nimue's smile diminished as the air around them shifted, the ground beneath their feet cracked and crumbled as Jack stumbled the world around them changed, "what is this?" Jack asked as he saw...other beings around them fighting, he wouldn't be able to describe what he saw even if he wanted to, but they were beings made of light and darkness blasting each other with fire and force, as the conflict escalated.
"This is the war that wages every second of time as you sleep in your bed, Jack, in ancient times there was one, and that one created the celestials, out of nothing."
She paused as Jack soaked it in, she looked at Jack as she said, "Then the one created man, and a celestial, WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED, corrupted man. Teaching him magic, mingling human and celestial seed, creating the abominating giants that you read about in your legends."
"And now he wishes to take my brother..." Jack said fully understanding.
Nimue interjected, "Originally his mistress intended to take you."
"Me?" Jack exclaimed, "WAIT...Mistress?"
Nimue looks away dismissively, "it doesn't matter, the enemy forces have chosen your brother to replace their mistress as their mage."
"I'm not a hero, I can't fight a mage, let alone my older brother, I have no magic, and I can't fight giants, I'm just a farm boy."
Nimue chuckled as she shifted them back to Jack's reality, "you sound just like Arthur, when he was your age, he didn't think that he could be a king, let alone the king over Camelot."
Jack looked up, "you mean that your the lady of the lake?"
Nimue smiled gracefully and curtsied, "At your service young sir Jack the Giant slayer."
Jack exclaimed, "I'm not a giant slayer, nor a mage Slayer, get that through your thick...." Jack noticed that she was translucent, "Or...translucent...skull...head...I don't know, I'm not THE MAGE SLAYER!"
Jack left in a huff back to the barn, as Nimue stood, fading from our realm, her voice like a faint echo, "But you are Jack, Jack the Giant killer."
In Fengar Castle inn, Dredmur slumbered peacefully as Morgan stood above him, the moonlight barely illuminating her figure, her hair glowed as her hand floated over his head leaving him in a trance as she practiced her dark magic on his mind, she strained as she pushed farther into his mind. A dark mist flooded the room, as it clumped together to form the figure of a man as she started, "It is only me, dear daughter." The figure said, his voice echoed in a high pitch tone, of course only she could hear it, being half celestial herself.
She straightened her stance as she masked her unease. The figure creped forward leaning over Dredmur, as he pulled his eyelid open. "This one has a strong will, no wonder why you can't talk, if you are concentrating hard enough."
Morgan grimaced, "Of... course, I... Am..."
The figure chuckled, "Don't talk dear, you'll wake him with your sound. Does he know his mission yet?"
Morgan shook her head, her neck muscles straining as she concentrated, The figure said, "We do not have much time dear daughter, the Enemy has already moved on their progeny, we must make progress on ours."
Morgan strained, "He... is... mine to con...control."
The figure recoiled, "He is the master's to control, not yours, don't forget your purpose."
She strained, remembering her punishment for failing the last time, she knew the cost. Yet, why did she still plan her own way? "Stop thinking and finish your mission, child!" The mist, now a deep fog floated around them, "Don't let your ambitions exceed your abilities, you will not survive the next failure."
Morgan grimaced as she pushed herself deeper into Dredmur's mind, she was in? She made it, now his mind was hers to command. Her father smiled, was that a smile? It looked like an emotion that mirrored happiness. Dredmur woke from his slumber, as a light flooded the room, the creature that spoke to Morgan shrieked, "Sunlight, I must leave," He began to fade from the realm, "Don't fail this time daughter, don't fail."
Morgan cupped Dredmur's face in her hands as he sat up, "Did you sleep well, my love?" she asked her voice now soft and gentle.
Dredmur smiled, "I always do when you're close by."
Morgan kissed him this time her lips moving over his like a Cheeta pouncing a gazelle. She would make him do what she wanted, kill who she needed dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She pulled back from the kiss, "There is something I need you to do for me, Mordred."
Dredmur's eyes changed color, from green to red. Mordred took over, grinning, he said, "Yes mistress anything."
Morgana smiled.