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She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

“I don’t understand why you need Arlo at all. What do you want from him? And why bring this Morgana back? Seems to me she outstrips you in power, won’t she just push you aside and take over the way Lilith did?” Maelor smiles again, looking at me like I’m his favorite pet, performing a trick for attention. “I worked on Morgana’s resurrection spell very carefully. If she makes any move against me, she’ll return from where she came immediately. I don't think she'll be too keen to go back there. Her immense power will be mine to aim where I choose.”

she continued, her voice rising with despair and anger, “I never wanted him. I’ve always loved Greg—Lila’s father! He was the one I wanted, the one I loved. But he left me after everything that happened, and now Anderson is gone too! I’m left with nothing!” I was taken aback, struggling to process her words. The revelation about Greg, Lila's father, was a twist I hadn't anticipated. My insides were suddenly boiling with conflicting emotions. Part of me felt a pang of pity for Morgana, seeing her so broken and vulnerable. But a bigger part of me knew that she definitely deserved to be alone. Morgana took a step forward, her face twisted in fury, and suddenly raised her hand as if to strike me

Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage. Morgana, a stark contrast, was a wild tempest of a woman. Her fiery red hair whipped around her in the gusty sea breeze, matching her bloodthirsty tendencies. Her eyes, burning with a craze not of this world, flickered with anticipation as she gripped her jagged blade. With a sharp cry, Morgana lunged at Amelia, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Amelia parried the blow with a swift motion, her cutlass ringing against Morgana's blade. Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel.

That question would have to wait though, for something strange was happening. "Oh okay. I think we should leave now. What say you? Morgana…Morgana?" Realising that he wasn't receiving a reply, James raised his head, only to see Morgana with a vacant look on her face. Her eyes were pure white, with no other colour present. "Wow. She was right. To think it happened just as she said." He stated as he watched her get up and walk right where the King was seated, almost as if she could see the peeping tom! The King watched in amazement as her mother stopped right before the eternal throne and said,

DAMON’S POV Morgana fell asleep in my arms last night. She actually cried herself to sleep and I held her in my arms while she cried. I let her feel whatever it is she wanted to. She was sad about Chloe and Warren. She thinks they hate her now but I saw the look in Chloe’s eyes. It didn’t look like she hated Morgana, Chloe just looked hurt. Like she couldn’t believe that Morgana has betrayed her. I completely understand where Chloe is coming from but I won’t just sit back and watch my people go extinct.

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”