A/N - This one didn't actually make it onto the meme. I wrote it for a prompt, then it didn't turn into kink meme material...or even really follow the prompt. So here it is.

'Morrigan is taken relatively young to the Tower. She hates it and finds like minded rebels in Amell and Three Marauders decide to learn how to shape shift and get out of the Tower.'


She can see slivers of moonlight glancing off the stone wall opposite the window, slipping unsubstantial past the enchanted grating that protects the outside world.

From Mages. From her.

"I remember birds, you know." She sighs as she rolls in her bunk, curling closer to Solona. "Mother would call them down from the sky to rest on her hand, that I may study them closer."

Frowning, she feels the edge of the memory blur, tugging itself just out of her reach. "Usually it was ravens, she said that most birds stayed away from the swamps. But one day, there was a hawk, so proud and free." So clear she can see the serration of the feathers, but the memory of Mother's voice is jumbled.

Turning great grey eyes on her, the other girl tightens her arms around Morrigan. "One day, we'll find a tome, buried behind all the stuffy Creation scrolls, that will tell us how to be birds."

Morrigan's giggle breaks into a yawn, and she mumbles into her pillow. "To fly to freedom through the windows, and wreak our havoc on the world."

Solona's voice is wistful, full of the same longing that aches in Morrigan's soul. "What a lovely dream, dearest."

She can't bear the idea that it will only ever be a dream. The rare glimpses of blue sky call to her, a wounded pull on something deep inside that keeps her restless. She barely understands it, locked so long in the Tower, the ghostly feel of wind ruffling feathers.