Its been a very hot minute but i'm back guys! So much has happened and ive been trying to keep up. As I get ready for my second go at college, I figured I would begin to write again. So shall we?
Disclaimer: I own Lyn. Thats about it.
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A loud silence fills the night as Lyn looks on to these strangers carrying her fathers body to the pyre they built on the very beach they rose from.
Her heart was so heavy it seemed impossible to be this calm and still stand. Gwen was beside her, an unnoticed hand lay on Lyns shoulder.
After setting the wrapped body attop the wood, Arthur throws a burning branch to the bottom of the pyre.
The group stands in silence for hours until day light cracks the sky and the pyre is now but embers.
Arthur walks up to Lyn. She hadn't taken notice to him or any of them. She had a deep ache in her to blame them for this inevitable loss or to maybe blame herself for causing her fathers mortality.
"Your father was an hon--"
Before he could even finish, Lyn turns back to the cottage and storms off, leaving the rest to their grief.
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The figure in the forest cracks a deep laugh at this unforseen blessing.
"So the warlock is dead and this new world will be mine. Arthur and those mortal men will fall victim again to my wrath."
With those deep chilling words, the figure retreats into the woods once again.
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The hours dragged on that day, Lyn lay softly crying and staring at the blank walls of her bedroom. Her grief would not allow her to even bother with her fathers friends today.
Every so often a knock at her door and the voices of either Arthur or Gwen would come through, trying to reach her.
Her mind buzzed and her heart pounded. She knew she would need to get up and face these strangers to her but struggled to find the will.
As darkness once again graced the sky she decided to venture out and past the sleeping guests.
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The night wind blew Lyns long dark hair from her shoulders as she stood in a clearing a few miles from her home.
She had craved the beauty of silence embracing her entire being. As she stood there, eyes closed and arms out, a sense of ease washed over her.
The memories of her life fluttered through her mind accompanied by pieces of her fathers own memories.
Lyn began to open her eyes and her heart clenched tight.
Mere feet away from where she stood was the mysterious figure in the woods. A sense of dread washed the ground and surrounded this being.
The woman laughs a wicked laugh and lowers her hood.
Lyn can only mutter a single word.
"Morgana."
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Oof. That felt super good. Lets do that again sometime? Thanks for all support, Let me know your thoughts.
Peace and Chicken Grease!