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EPILOGUE
The night is cold, the moon is bright. The palace halls are silent and only the howling of the winds at the night could be heard. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the palace halls. Basked in the luminous glow of the moon the palace marble floor glistened like a rare gem. Morrigan looks out of the window as she gulped the last of her glass of wine. Holding the locket that she wears close to her heart.
“The sky is clear, my lover. Have you been waiting for me?” She whispers as she gazes at the clear night sky. She smiled as she put the crystalline goblet she uses on the table before her. Her bare foot touched the cold marble floor. “I’ve also waited for this day to come.” Her steps are light as a feather, her graceful strides bless the pristine marble floor. Her shadow was like a ghost floating along with her gracefu
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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
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A calloused hand gently caressed Morrigan’s wounded hands. His warm hands emit warmth to Morrigan’s ice-cold hands that had been soaked to her own blood for the whole night. A young man gazed at Morrigan, trying to find her eyes. “My Queen, what happened?” He inquired. Morrigan’s chestnut-colored eyes bore to the young man with ginger hair kneeling in front of her. Their gaze meeting and the dead expression in Morrigan’s eyes slowly lit up with life. “Colfre,” she called out in a small voice. Her voice is still hoarse from all the screams she did last night. She’d been in a daze for the whole night, unable to close her eyes and rest her fragile body. “I’m here, my queen.” Colfre’s hands gently squished her hand, gentle enough to not hurt her further from all the cuts she had, and enough to make Morrigan feel the assurance that someone is beside her.
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“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
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