Tears ran down the black haired girl as she surveyed the destruction that lay before her. Finding this small piece she could claim as her own, filled her with joy, yet her mother took one look at it and fell into a rage.
The mirror that she had found was the most beautiful object that she had seen giving her hope and seeing beauty in a different way that could encompass so much in this world. Hope, joy, love…freedom. In one swift move this was gone.
Clutching a small piece of the mirror, Morrigan held it close to her heart, at such a young and tender age she was already aware that the actions she had taken would affect her outlook in life and how she would act later in life.
Letting the shard bite into her skin, the young, carefree girl was gone replaced with coldness, indifference and a pragmatism unseen in a girl as young as she. The childhood cares and innocence would be locked away into a safe place which none could access not even her. Her indoctrination was complete, Flemeth had won this time, but she would not always get her way.
Looking at the back of the blonde hair belonging to Alistair, Morrigan would make her own way in the world now and she would also have not her revenge but retribution, justice. Whichever way you looked at it would be inflicted upon her mother for what she did even if she did not deserve it.