Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

18. Morgana Part 8

FanFiction was acting up yesterday. I didn't get any e-mails, even though several stories I've put on Story Alert were updated. My traffic counter also didn't record any hits, but it seems to be back to normal now!

IDOM

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The Isle of the Blessed. Though she's never been there, she knows the ruin on sight, though it is no longer as ruined as it once was. An unearthly scream rents the air.

She feels desolate, melancholy, like she's alone in the world. With a start, she knows there is only one reason she would feel forlorn: Morgause is dead.

She wakes immediately and goes to check on her. "Sister? How do you feel?"

"I will never recover," Morgause says resignedly. "I know I will die soon, but there is a way to use my death to further our plans."

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One more Morgana drabble to go

Thanks to DeaththeKidKat for reviewing!