Tempest-tossed

His hand moved with lightning speed. She had tried to subtly move to the side, but he had studied the way that she moved. As soon as she tried to jerk herself free, he had managed to pin her down, and land a hard hit across her face.

The marks burned, and left a print— a quick message- reminding her that whatever she would try to do his hand would rain down with power over her~ for what felt like all eternity. She felt a fire burning inside of her.

The images of her ancestors appeared before her like a burst of dark stormy clouds. ‘‘Every storm runs out of rain.’’ Their voices thundered.

She rose to her feet after lying on the ground for a while- feeling all drained. But one thing she had learned now was not to be afraid of rainy days. Now it was time she learned how to dance through the pain even when dark clouds approached in the horizon.

Later that night, after a long hunt. She had prepared a bowl of something nice, and hot. She served it, and stepped to the side…watching..and waiting. Then once the meal had been completely devoured, she smiled, and tsked. ‘Hope you enjoyed that dish. May it be one that you remember even in the next life.’

The only thing he managed to call out with his final breath was her first name:

-Morgana.

#Tempest-tossed.

4.4.2025 Friyay.