(20) Aftermath

Morgana found it hard to move in the dress she wore once on the floor. Khadgar helped her up once but now she was on her own. She moved over onto her back hoping to slide back out of the center of the room. Her eyes went wide as a large winged Legion demon materialized before her. It landed with two hooves shaking the ground even more.

"Get up," Morgana repeated to herself as she wrestled with the skirt of her attire.

Morgana froze as the demon looked down upon her. If she was lucky, it wouldn't see her. But the roar made her think otherwise. Morgana braced for impact as it proceeded to stomp her into the Keeps floor.

"Are you alright?" Wrynn asked.

Morgana looked up suddenly dizzy as she realized she was in his arms. Morgana had one hand on her head trying to steady herself as the other rested on Wrynn's chest. She was standing as far as she could tell as Wrynn kept her steady with both hands around her. She noticed then they were standing up by the thrones and nowhere near the demon.

"How did I…" Morgana breathed, nearly falling back into Wrynn.

"I pulled you out of its way the same I did on the airship when you took out the first pillar," he explained, letting her use him for stability.

"Anduin!" King Varian barked.

Morgana suddenly became hyper aware of how close she was to the Prince in front of the King and attempted to stand on her own. Anduin let her have some space but never released her.

"Get out of here and take her with you," the King finished before turning back to the Keep.

"This way," Wrynn spoke gently, pulling her close again.

Morgana moved with him as one of his hands was always around her waist. He stopped at the wall just behind the thrones and activated a secret door. Wrynn pulled her in as the door quickly swung back behind them. Morgana quickly looked around in the dimly lit secret room as Wrynn moved forward.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised that the Keep has secret passageways," Morgana spoke as the dizziness began to pass.

"Feeling back to normal?" he asked, turning back to her.

"Yes, thank you," she answered feeling slightly odd.

Morgana glanced down the narrow passageway, "Where does this lead?"

A loud cry came from above them. Both Wrynn and Morgana glanced up.

"Seems they're surrounding the Keep," Wrynn spoke, glancing down the passageway. "It leads to many places, one of which is outside."

"My skills might be needed there," Morgana said more to herself than Wrynn. "But I don't have my weapon."

"Duty first?"

"Always," she answered, glancing over at him for a moment.

"They're surrounding the Keep!" the King exclaimed as he entered the hidden passageway. "With any luck we can keep their attention here."

The King moved through the passageway with Geen behind him, Morgana followed without hesitation. Regardless of the original plan of how tonight was supposed to go now she was needed for her talents. A set of skills only one other had in all the Alliance.

As they reached the top of the Keep, Morgana saw the Legion's monsters swarm the sky. Hundreds of them hovered over Stormwind waiting for orders to strike. Morgana glanced over the edge seeing a few spikes in Stormwind with pulsating green light emitting from them.

"These residual Legion attacks don't seem to be so lingering," Morgana spoke quietly to herself. "It's growing stronger again."

"Morgana," a powerful voice called to her.

She turned and bowed deeply again as the King of the Alliance approached her, "I'm in need of your talents, what do you require?"

"I can shoot anything but a crossbow, Majesty," Morgana answered, checking the skies once more.

"Not a crossbow?"

"Farron doesn't believe they have enough power behind them."

The King paused for a moment thinking over her words, "He sure is rather… particular on his methods."

Morgana smiled, "Very much so."

Within moments Morgana had a Stormwind shotgun in her hands; directly ordered for by the King

He hates these too but it'll do, for now.

The Stormwind shotgun was as expected; a slightly underpowered short range weapon merely designed to injure its target not kill them. It was Morgana's first gun she was taught; she remembered it well.

She glanced up then and held the gun aiming for one of the winged Legion demons.

PLUNK

Morgana sighed with a smile lowering the weapon seeing the demon now fly with a slight limp as it slowly descended. She shook her head still smiling before glancing up for her next target. Morgana held the weapon up tight to her shoulder as one passed over her. She followed it for a moment trying to predict where it would land after she shot it. Her finger had barely begun to squeeze the trigger when she jumped.

BANG

Morgana lowered her gun and immediately felt the rush of adrenaline in her veins. She turned slowly knowing exactly what to expect when she came around. Morgana dropped the gun then as she locked eyes with the one she feared most.

Farron held Mercy in his hands, glaring a hole through his daughter. They both remained silent as their gazes never wavered. Farron shifted once as Morgana kept her hands at her sides waiting for his move first.

He nearly charged her then. Morgana's hands formed into fists at her sides as she turned her head to the side as he approached. Farron came right up to her face, nearly touching her forehead with his. Morgana kept her gaze low to the side holding back too many emotions.

"You really thought you'd get away with this," he spoke harshly. "Didn't you?"

Farron grabbed her jaw then forcing her to meet his eyes, "Disobey me like this again girl, and it's to the whore house with you."

Morgana's brows nearly crashed with guilt. She'd finally done it; she finally pushed her father too far to the point he was ready to give her up. Morgana's emotions tripled then as her vision grew blurry.

She glanced past Farron for a moment seeing her double appear; it looked shocked. Morgana's double stared back at her as if it had something to tell her but couldn't find the words. Farron turned then seeing the double.

"I don't know how you were able to afford one of those but-"

Farron lifted Mercy and turned.

BANG

Morgana's fists clenched again as she bit her lip to silence herself. Her double lay face up with its hands about face height with one large bullet hole in the center of it's forehead. Its eyes were open, still conveying the same expression Morgana saw before.

"Did you just shoot your daughter?" Genn Greymane asked, walking over to Farron.

Farron glanced from Genn to Morgana then back again. Farron held Genn gaze fully knowing the double was dispersing as the silence between them grew. Morgana watched as the body laying on the ground disappeared trailing off with the wind that slowly blew over the Keep.

"Now why would I do that?" Farron asked.

Genn glanced from Morgana to where her double was with a puzzled look.

"What are you planning, Farron?"

"I'm planning everything you and Varian should be," he answered flatly handing Mercy off to Morgana. "I'm doing everything that the Kings should be doing."

There was another silent moment between the two men.

"Start shooting," Farron ordered. "Headshots only, and for every headshot you miss…"

Morgana took the gun ready and waiting for her punishment for being disobedient.

"Adds another week in Northrend."

Northrend was her ultimate punishment. Extra training on the frozen continent. Minimal food, long hours of training, no shelter other than what the land provided naturally, and new skills for her to learn quickly.

"Take the eye drops too," Farron added, handing her the vial with the dropper as she turned from him. "I want this sky to be clear before dawn."

Morgana nodded as she threw back her head and inserted the drops quickly. It burned this round meaning Farron had intensified it somehow. She then bent forward letting any access drop the Keep now letting her tears flow hoping it would dull the pain.

You stupid girl and your stupid dreams.

Then let's make him proud.

Morgana stood then and raised Mercy up, hitting anything that flew above her.