Morrigan

A shrill scream broke the silence of the night, then came after the sound of shattering glasses. In the corner of a grandiose dark room there curled up a girl, shivering in fear and hugging herself with her hands bleeding because of shattered glasses. She grabbed a handful of her hair and screamed again, she picked up a shard of her broken mirror and threw it away from her, not minding her already bleeding hands. Her mind clouded with voices of ghosts and demons that haunt her very being. The ghosts of her past. No matter how much she covers her ears or tried to drown these voices with her shrill screams it echoes so loud it drives her to the end of her wits. The reflection of Morrigan’s angelic face now distorted with the shattered glasses all over her pristine marble floor. Her white nightgown smeared with her own blood, the gown that used to be the color o

“Morrigan!” A familiar voice echoed inside of Morrigan’s head but when she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness. Morrigan could feel a suffocating sensation on her throat and dark clouds shrouding her. It envelops her and she finds it harder to breathe even further, she’s drowning as these clouds continuously envelop her and the familiar voice continues to call her name desperately. Morrigan tries to free herself from the dark cloud strangling her but it keeps on tightening around her as she struggles to get out of it, suppressing even her own ability to seek and call out for help. “Morrigan! Run away from here!” It was the s

Morrigan can clearly remember the day Colfre first saved her, the first time they met vividly like it just happened yesterday. The memory of that day where she danced with death underwater with the threat of drowning and a perpetrator assassinating her. She can clearly remember how she sank down the deep part of the pool thinking it will be her eternal abyss, where her life will end in that moment not until a young man clad in black jumped in the water and saved her from her almost demise. A young man with ginger hair and bright hazel eyes brought her back to the surface just in time.  It was the same young man standing near the door of the bathhouse with his back facing her. It was the same bathhouse and the same pool that almost witnessed her demise. The same lavender aroma embracing the place that once was overpowered by the rancid scent of blood. It was all the same things that remin

The door creaks ominously and a shadow emerges on the marble floor as the dim-lit hallway casts its light on the man who went inside of Morrigan’s room. His heavy footsteps echoing inside the grand room as he approaches the young princess who cried herself to sleep for another night. Morrigan is tucked in bed with her blankets cocooning her, the young princess hugging herself as the warmth of the duvet gives comfort to her aching heart. His hand adorned with golds and diamond rings reached out to the innocent face of the young princess caressing it lightly. The cold jewelry kisses Morrigan’s skin, making her shiver. Morrigan shifted and tucked herself further under her duvet but the man who approached her trapped her. Both his arms on either side of her head, gawking at the young princess' soft and delicate features.  

“Thank you, Your Majesty…” An elder bowed his head as he received a bag of food and clothes that Morrigan personally handed him. Morrigan’s heart sank as she watches these elders from the borders that braved the unbearable heat just to have food that will fill their stomachs and water that will quench their thirst. They didn't mind how frail their bodies are right now because of the drought that hit them. She couldn't help but bit the insides of her cheeks as she studies the situation at the border. "What we brought is barely enough," she muttered under her breath. Even with the objection of some ministers, Morrigan decided to use the stocked up food from the granary to answer the relief operations to the borders but she didn't expect that despite the fact that they used up some of the goods stocked in the granary it will still be enough on how big the effects of the drought to the borders.