Untitled Fic
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100! Drabble.
A/N: Because she's just hiding, k?
You don’t just kill a priestess of the old religion. It doesn’t work that way.
Or it shouldn’t, anyway.
Rules be damned, she thinks. And so when the rain starts falling over the island again, a body reforms out of the earth.
She lay on the ground for a long time, considering what to do next.
She’d make Merlin pay for killing her. But not right away. She’d give him some time. He’d earned that.
But not too long. Because she still has an advantage, now, while he’s still learning. Now she still has a chance. And she’ll take it.