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Posted on June 6, 2010 at 10:21:30 PM by Morgana & Kraar
Morgana rested a hand on Kraar, enjoying the feeling of his feathers beneath his fingers, both fairy and familiar wondering what the ghost’s warning could mean. “It could mean the next curse I suppose,” Kraar remarked thoughtfully, tilting his head to one side in consideration. Morgana nodded, tucking a strand of stray black hair back behind her ear, remembering the times when a stray hair would not have bothered her because she was unable to feel it. Normal people might have found it annoying, but Morgana was still in love with every little sensation she could experience. ”Maybe” she replied, biting her lip, suddenly growing aware of how empty the castle seemed to have become all of a sudden. “I just wish they could be a bit more…helpful,” the girl said, as Kraar’s ears detected a rumble of noise coming from the floor below. ”They are rather cryptic” the bird remarked, squeezing his mistress’ shoulder with his feet. He was worried, ever since this curse thing had started all sorts of strange things had been going in and he didn’t like it, he wouldn’t let anything happen to Morgana. The rumble was growing louder, a mixture of raised voices and stampeding feet, ”you don’t think they were being…literal this time do you?” Kraar shook his head, ”you mean, the angry mob are coming with their pitchforks? It seems a bit obvious, coming from the ghosts.” Morgana sighed, moving as quietly as possible down the corridor, Kraar hopped down onto her wrist and she extended her arm out so that he could peer around the corner. “Nothing” the raven informed his mistress, as she turned and made her way down to the other end of the corridor, repeating the process. ”Nothing again” Kraar said, wishing that he was able to fly down the stairs to have a look, but knowing that he couldn’t because it would involve leaving Morgana without any way of seeing or hearing. The sound was getting louder, different voices audible above the rumble of noise, and one voice in particular stuck out to Morgana as she detected the sound through her familiar’s ears. ”Ewan?” she breathed, suddenly filling with hope, he was all right! ”Morgana! Turn round!” the raven shouted, as Ewan came in to view, his eyes wide, running quickly down the corridor at a speed which suggested his life depended on it. The girl turned, trusting Kraar’s judgement, and felt her body collide with someone else’s. The girl soon felt warm hands on her arms, just above her elbows and as Kraar regained his focus Ewan’s familiar face came into view. Morgana hugged him without thinking, savouring the feeling of his body against hers, it was over too quickly however as his fingers closed around her wrist and he told her to run in an urgent voice. She obeyed as he pulled her along, Kraar jumping free of her shoulder and flying along parallel to the two figures. The pair skidded to a halt once more Morgana watched, mouth slightly open as Ewan began to change into a beautiful white horse with a silver horn protruding from its head, it was beautiful. She wanted to ask questions, endless questions about when this had happened and why, about what they were running from and why it was a danger, but as Morgana gazed into Ewan’s eyes, which were still so very recognisable, she realised that now was a time to trust him, and so she did as he had instructed her, and clambered onto his back, wrapping her hands around his neck, ”I trust you,” she breathed, hearing the rumbling sound increasing further in volume, ”I’m not going to loose you again!” Morgana & Kraar
Ghastly, grim and ancient raven, with a name like Nevermore |
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