~Cerridwen~

"Virgin's blood, Virgin's blood? Who's and where? I have a few in mind I'd like to shed or rid of!" Cerridwen thought to herself. This quest for the first of Bor's journey, who's blood would he have to shed, who would die?

Perhaps hanging around the ripe ego filled men of Arthur, his whore of a wife and the poor excuse for a woman warrior was not the path for Cerridwen. Maybe she should seek her own path, find the Virgin, the sword spoke of, and kill before Bors!

"Ah, But what of Merlin!!!" Cerridwen reconsidered. "Any of the Priestesses would have a forewarning from him, that is certain. How he lived through the attack is beyond my insight." She grew frusterated that merlin was still alive and foiling her plans to steal the grail out beneath Arthur.

Who could she turn to for help, who would turn against Arthur?