Morag laid in bed sick, remembering how years ago she had almost become duchess of Loch Loud, and how close she was to getting rid of the Louds permanently. With the Dragon Stone she had full control of Lela, she had a gigantic fire breathing dragon under her complete control. Morag remembered how close she was to killing Lincoln's entire family, only for Lincoln to wake up and use the crown to stop her from killing his entire family. Morag knew she should have killed him at the time he was nothing but a worthless talentless boy destined to always live in his sister's shadow, yet somehow that worthless boy and a baby defeated her.
She wished they would have let her on that island sure it would have been unbearable with those annoying seals that resembled the Louds constantly barking, but anything would have been better than having to be the Groundskeeper for the ghosts of the Louds ancestors, the same ancestors that her dear old Aggie had managed to drive away from Scotland, the Louds had never returned to Scotland for hundreds of years until that stupid boy and his family came. Then there was Angus the current duke foolish and kindhearted Morag remembered how that stupid albino gave up the crown and gave it to Angus, Morag still could not understand why he would do that? The boy was nothing but an idiot, she had heard the boy had become much more successful as the years passed, but she couldn't care, in her twisted mind anyone who would give up a chance to rule is nothing but a fool. She would kill Angus and get rid of those ghosts if she could, but with Lela watching her every move she couldn't do anything.
Many years had passed and Morag overtime had become old and elderly. Laying down in bed feeling extremely Ill. Morag closed her eyes enjoying the peace and quiet something she rarely got to experience, as she laid with her eyes closed Morag eyes awoken as she heard the sound of someone whistling. Morag wondered who was making the noise she wished it would stop, but it wouldn't she kept hearing the sound of someone whistling, she looked around trying to see who was whistling, Morag thought it must be one of the ghosts of the Louds from the 1600's Morag kept looking until she saw it a bipedal wolf with white fur wearing a black riding cloak. Morag looked over at the wolf and could feel nothing but fear as the wolf walked closer to her
"W-Who are you?" Morag asked trembling with fear.
"Death." The wolf said ominously causing chills to go down Morag's spine. "And I don't mean it metaphorically, or rhetorically, or poetically, or theoretically, or any other fancy way. I'm Death. Straight up. And I've come for you Morag."
Later that day an elderly Angus had found Morag laying in bed, she had died. As Angus went to tell that Morag had died, Death unknown to everyone looked at the old man before walking away knowing Angus time would soon come. Good or bad, young or old. Death stops for no one.