Not sure how to start this author note. So, I guess I'll just dive in.

I had shoulder surgery last Friday, turns out they can't fix me and I'm stuck like this forever. Long story short my brachial plexus is destroyed and the nerve is separated from the spinal cord. Looks like I'm disabled for the rest of my life.

Emotionally, I'm a wreck but you know what? I still have my writing. Which is now going to be a means for me to get by until disability kicks in to help me and my family out.

I've been slacking on posting my original work FOR YEARS! But I finally posted the first three chapters on Wattpad under Davey Glover. It's free to read, but there is a link to my Pat-reon that is now set up. wattpad address (slash) DaveyGlover

For those who are able to and want to show support for an author in need. pat-reon (shash) DaveyGlover

The goes to my IRL info but applies to my original work and my fanfiction. You'll get access to ask questions and unedited chapters and notes for research on all my stories.

Speechless and Only To Be Close To You have been uploaded to wattpad and the other work is making its way over slowly but surely. That one is on my SOTM handle though, wattpad address (slash) SonoftheMourning.

**Original Story on Wattpad only**

Son of the Morning

Written by Davey Glover

Sci-fi/Space Opera

Rated M

The Morning Star rises on a familiar galaxy; greed and corruption. In the future, nothing changes. Government conspiracies, drug trade, and slave trafficking are just the same battles with evolved evil. Striking back with fury and vengeance, the crew of outcasts on the experimental ship Argo, are tasked by an old adversary to clean up the competition. They say true redemption comes when you are at your lowest. Iram Dei was just another washed-up merc given more than enough chances to redeem himself, or so he thought...

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Neither moved until the Dark Lord left the dungeon. Remaining still until they were sure he was not returning.

"Mind getting me a rag?" Regs tried to break the tension.

Severus waved his wand, furiously at his amputated fingers, "You idiot fool!"

Regs looked down at his bleeding fingers for the first time, seeing blood soak through the bandages and turning pale. Severus kicked one of the stools behind him quickly and guided him to take a seat.

He leaned most of his weight against the workbench, "I'm in a lot of pain," he said surprisingly calm, "can you please be nice to me?"

Severus took a few slow deep breaths while he closed his eyes, "What are you doing here, Regs? You shouldn't be here."

He shook his head and gave him a strained smile, "Nah, I'm exactly where I need to be, where I should have been this whole time. With my brother."

Giving him a skeptical look, he rushed off to his ingredient cupboards and began pulling various items from its shelves. Regs watched him move around the room while he tried to make small talk.

"So, where have you been?"

"Shut up."

"What've you been up to?"

He spun around to snap at him but paused when he saw his pale sweating face and unfocused eyes. Quickly walking over to him, he pulled him up to his feet and guided him to the small cot near the fire he transfigured weeks ago.

"Lay down before you fall down," he pushed him not so gently and shoved a pain potion down his throat, "close your eyes and rest."

Regs looked up at him with unfocused eyes, "I can hang…"

Rolling his eyes, "You most certainly cannot hang. Lay down while I try to get you out of this mess. I don't keep dittany on hand here. I'll Have to start from scratch. While trying to fix this bloody potion."

Regs laid on his back, obviously inebriated from the potion and loss of blood, "Why you so stressy?"

He moved back to his workstation and began sorting through the ingredients he pulled, "That's not a word."

He let out an over-exaggerated sigh, "Why are you in such a rush?"

Severus paused in chopping the dried root before him, looking up at Regs without lifting his head, "Did you not hear him? He's coming back, but he did not say when."

"S'okay," Regs waved his right hand in the air, dismissively, "you'll figure it out." He had a hard time keeping his eyes open.

"What the hell makes you think that?" Regs' eyes had been closed long enough for him to know his friend passed out, "For Circe's sake…"


Severus hadn't slept in days, and Regs was running out of body parts. As promised, their Master returned upon his failures and cut off a larger piece of Regs every time.

"You disappoint me, my son, I would have expected you to be more diligent on the cure rather than making your brother comfortable. If you fail me again, I will take his head."

The sharp sting of his words hurt far worse than the cruciatus curse he endured. He remained on the floor long after the dungeon door slammed shut.

"We'll be alright," Regs laid out on the cot now, missing his right arm at the shoulder, "You'll figure it out, brother. You always do."

Severus rolled over and struggled to get to his feet.

"She said you'd figure it out."

His head popped up, "Who said?"

Regs didn't respond, he laid there staring blankly at the ceiling above the bed. Severus limped quickly to his bedside and shook him, desperate to know if he was speaking of his Angel, "Tell me!"

He laughed softly, "She's always right, you know. Promises are meant to be kept."

Severus felt out of place like the room was closing in on him. Another sighting with her and she didn't come to him. Did she genuinely leave him as Moody claimed? Was she turning her back on the monster he had become?

Regs reached out and pat him on the cheek, "I'm right where I'm meant to be, with my brother making the world's greatest potion. You're gonna be great, you know why? Cuz, you've already done it!"

He swatted his hand away, "Get the bloody hell away from me."

Regs sat up with a struggle, his left arm missing entirely and blood covering most of his clothes, "Now listen to me. You're not listening to me."

"Why the bloody hell would I listen to you?" Severus scoffed, turning to continue his failures of potions, "You're a fucking traitor."

He stood with great difficulty, leaning heavily on the workbench closest to him, "Don't lie and say you're not a victim of circumstance in all this. Tell me you believe his lies of blood purity."

Severus covered his face with his hands, "Stop."

"Look me in the eye and tell me you pray to him every night, that he will absolve you of your sins and bring her back."

"Stop," Severus covered his ears, tucking his head in his crossed arms on the counter.

He gave a sick cheerful laugh, "Look at you, mate. You've gone bloody mad."

"No, I haven't!" he argued.

"Yeah, you have," he laughed again, "seeing her face in the fire," this time he sounded closer, "having a chat with a ruddy dead man."


He jolted awake, quickly struggling to get off his back from the cold stone floor. Severus rubbed the back of his head, looking around while trying to gather where he was, "Angel?"

Someone coughed a raspy laugh, "You call me the sweetest things."

Remembering his dream, he quickly checked on his friend, "Regs, what happened?"

Helping him sit up against the wall, "Old chap knocked you out. You have been spouting some crazy shit the whole time."

"How long was I out?"

"The bloody hell should I know; we've been trapped in a dungeon for Merlin knows how long. Now hurry up and make the potion!" Regs barked at him.

Severus stood up and walked towards his workstation, "You're rather pushy all of a sudden for someone who claims to have faith in my abilities."

He grunted, "That was when we had time. She said you'd have it figured out before we made it the next part. So, forgive me if I seem a little anxious."

Spinning around angrily with his knife, "So, it wasn't a dream. She's been coming to see you."

Regs rolled his eyes, "I'm not sleeping with your wife, mate. It's not what it looks like, I promise. This time I actually mean it when I say those words to another bloke."

Severus advanced upon him with the knife raised.

"She only came once!" Regs put his hands up, "I- I can see how that may sound improper… wait!"

He paused before him with the knife raised to come down on his younger brother, "I'll do the Dark Lord a favor and end you now!"

"Juliet is from the future!"

Severus grabbed him by the throat, pushing him angrily against the bench, "You spill secrets that are not your own!"

Regs pursed his lips, "How the fuck else was I supposed to stop you? She said you wouldn't be yourself next time I saw you, but this… brother, where are you?"

He pushed him away, "I do not know…"

He grabbed Severus and pulled him into a tight one-armed hug, always being there for support even though he was the one in worse condition, "Right here, brother. You're right here with me."

"But she… she left me…" his eyes now bloodshot, tears ready to fall.

Shaking his head, "She is with you," he reached for his friend's hand, holding up his ring finger, "and you are always with her."

Severus was nearly inconsolable, "I've failed her."

"I hate to be the bugger, but we're seriously running out of time. She claimed you would have already figured it out by now," Regs said urgently, "She said to the shoulder," he pointed to his stub on the left, "you wouldn't let me lose more than the shoulder. So, please tell me you have something!"

"What?"

"She came to me before your return to the Dark Lord," Regs tried to explain slower, "I swear it thought it was a dream, but not a naughty one!"

"Regs," he warned.

"Right… I was at home; she was just there one moment. Didn't knock or some through the floo, I just walked into the study and there she was," he explained, "She sat me down and went over what I have to do, where I need to be."

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, this sounded accurate, but it still didn't add up. What did she want him to do? Where was he supposed to go? He had no guidance from her since Moody took her, "Did she say she was in trouble? Was she hurt? Where did she go?"

He shook his head again, "She never said, but she looked good – but not like I was checking her out. Not doing that, at all."

"Hard to believe that my wife told you to follow me into a dungeon to get hacked away at by a mad man," he snapped, "and you just agreed with it!"

"See, I was thinking the same thing but, you know how she is," Regs gave a one-shoulder shrug, "She doesn't take no for a fucking answer. Besides, everything she told me since that night was true. Everything she said did happen in sequential order, how was I not supposed to believe her at that point? Especially when you show up after being damn near dead last, I saw you!"

Severus a hand across his face and another through his dirty, greasy hair, "Well, did she say what I would create? Any clues at all?"

Regs slumped back into the cot, "Bloody hell, I'm a dead man. She said you already knew the answer, but you lacked the motivation. That's why she sent me."

He paused in his pacing, turning to look at a bookshelf in the corner, "You're right, she doesn't take no for a fucking answer."

Upon seeing the book Severus pulled from the shelf, he argued, "Oi! Wait a minute, Snape! I know we're dark wizards and all, but come on!"

The door to the dungeon opened once again, "It's time for my son to show his worth."

Regs put a finger up, "Can we get like ten more minutes? It's about to boil over-"

He convulsed on the floor with the wave of Voldemort's hand, "You've been warned for your impertinence before."

Severus continued to rush around the lab, ignoring his Master and brother arguing.

He was getting impatient, "Severus."

Pulling out a clean blade, he looked into the eyes of the man who created him, "Iignis ex uita."