Moonshadow
It's the month of Halloween so I'm writing a short holiday story. I'll still update the others. ari
This is the tale of a ghost. Not any ghost, but a lost soul imprinted on this realm to wonder endlessly till the day when their suffering is over, because that's what they're here for. They had something left, or some one behind, or even because they had something left to fix or someone to avenge.
This story is about Morgann. 'She lived young, and died young…' read her tombstone. She was a beautiful young woman with long raven hair, midnight-violet eyes, she was neither tall nor short, she neither fat nor skinny. She was intelligent, caring, loving and fiercely loyal, but she had a temper that was known for miles around the area. She was also a very gullible young woman, but had a voice that could put anything to sleep, wake the living dead, and croon even the most unruly children into obedience. She carried that into death.
When Morgann was of age which, at the time was 16 her mother sent her to boarding school for gifted girls in England. The trip wasn't difficult for her, and the school wasn't bad for her either. The only problem she had were the boys living in the near by village. They constantly teased her because of her innocence, leading her into the woods and leaving her there for hours on end. It was on one of these jaunts that they left her there till nightfall. One of the oldest of the boys, Fredrick whom she fancied told her of the cottage in the forest that once housed the witch Griselda Hemmfish. She was known for her love potions, cosmetic remedies and other various concoctions. Fredrick tall, dark, raven haired, with hazel eyes, told her that if she brought a potion back from the witch he would marry her. She was to wait at the ravine after she had gotten the potion.
That night she saw smoke rising from above the forest trees and remembering Fredrick's promise went off for the witch. She met Griselda, who could tell that Morgann was being played the fool, but she gave her the potion anyways. Morgann left the witches house and waited at the ravine for rest of the night. Near dawn, feeling sad because of what Fredrick had done to her, but not wanting to give up she began to head back to St. Arisles of Moonlight.
It was on her way back that she began to hear the sound of someone following her. Stopping, the sounds stopped with her. She continued on. The sun would soon crest over the horizon, causing her to stop and watch. She always liked to see the sunrise. Standing as the cool morning mist covered the moor she felt a cold hand reach around her neck. Earlier that night the witch had given her an enchanted dagger hoping to help the young girl. Pulling it from her bodice she tried to hit her attacker but to no avail. Her world went black, when she next opened her eyes she saw Fredrick standing over her grave. She saw the pure emotion of guilt in his eyes and vowed to love him for eternity. That is until she saw the one woman she hated most. The strawberry blonde Iris had her arms around him. At school she was rumored to be a witch, but no one was ever sure.
Five years later of moping and plotting Morgann left her grave and made her way to the House of Vampshire where Fredrick's family lived. Inside she saw the two children Iris and Fredrick had. Flying into a rage she sung a lullaby and lured the two children out of their sleeping cribs in to the night where she drowned them. Days later the villagers found them. Hoping to split the two apart they stayed together another twenty years and had more children that all mysteriously died before ever reaching their sixth birthday. They never lived to see the morning of their birthday. Iris died of grief after her seventh son died the eve of his birthday from strangulation. The strange thing about all of their deaths was they all had the legendary moonflower pinned into their hair. The night she died Griselda gave Morgann the flower. It had petals the color of silver that reflected in the moonlight your hearts desire. It was once said that if under the full moon you and your true love ate the pink heart of the flower your love would last even in death. Morgann was found, heart ripped out, encased in blood, flower still place under the great weeping tree in that forest.
Fredrick stricken with grief with the death of his wife and children died of heart failure two years later. Morgann stayed and waited for him to come to her, knowing that now they could be together. He never came.
Morgann Everheart
1156-1172
"She lived young and died young, heart torn from her soul she stays, waiting for the love lost to return."
