Prologue
Note- This is my first ever story, so advice would be appreciated. What's good, what's bad? Helpful criticism please. Being a troll will get you nowhere.
The sun was setting as Morgan hurried to grab what she needed. Her tactician's robe, her gift, and her copy of Elthunder (incase of an emergency, her father had told her). Then she hurried out the door to catch up to her parents and her brother. It was May 27th, and they were heading to the castle to attend the exalt's birthday celebration. Normally, Morgan loved visiting her uncle, but this time she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She thought of going to tell her father, but she thought to herself "Oh well, I'm probably just imagining it."and decided not to bother him. Later, she would regret that decision.
