We recovered the lifeless body of Morgan and I contacted the council. Someone had fetched his sword and placed it on top of his body. His hands clasping the hilt.

When Warden Captain Luccio saw his still form she cursed softly. The only allowance for her grief was caressing his cold hands. Then she drew a breath and stood firm again.
-"Report, warden."

Her voice was steady, not even a hint of weakness.

I fared far worse. When the immortal spirit took its place inside my mind and let me one the driver seat, the shakes began. I rambled half my report, then cried the rest. A far more composed Karrin filled in, with Ron doing remarks with his greater knowledge of mojo.

Luccio commanded for other wardens to take the babe into Listens to Wind custody, one of the foremost experts on birthing rituals.
-"You do realize, that as of this day, we are at war, don't you?"

I nodded, my throat too hoarse to speak.

She opened her coat and took out a long blade, similar to the one that Morgan offered me, a lifetime ago.
-"We will need every able body. Your skill in healing arts will be sorely needed. Or your skill with arms. Pick one." On one hand, she offered me a white cloak, with a green caduceus sigil sewn on top. On the other hand, the sword.

I took the cloak. The white contrasted with the vampire dust in my hands.
Then my sight took on the still form Morgan.
Are you sure, vessel?

My feet approached him and my hands grabbed the blade laid on top of his body.
-"Both. Warrior and healer. That is my choice."

Warden Captain Luccio betrayed nothing. She dismissed us and asked us to inform the Knights of the Cross of the upcoming conflict.