The Trial of Morrigan Crow; Morrigan Crow's Revenge

Chapter 1 - Back in Time *EDITED*

As if the fates has heard her doubts, when she opened her eyes again, she was lying on her bed. Her bed at her 'home'; her 'home' at Jackalfax, in the Wintersea Republic. Will she able to change her fate around and regain trusts, or would she be betrayed and hurt again?

In the weak winter morning light, the cold winter breeze gently blew on the black hair girl as she stared at the dead kitchen cat's body. Silence hung in the air as she stared at the cat with her cold, glassy, black eyes without blinking until the creak of the back door broke the awkward silence. Morrigan didn't flinch this time as she waited for the Cook to say something. 

"Better his woe than mine, praise be to the Divine," she muttered, knocking on the wooden doorframe and kissing the pendant she wore around her neck. She glanced sideways at Morrigan with hate and fear in her eyes. "I liked that cat."

As soon as the Cook finished her sentence, Morrigan replied coldly, "So did I," as if reading off a script. Her eyes still on the cat. The Cook didn't reply this time. Morrigan looked up and met her eyes with the woman. The Cook swallowed her sarcastic comment back as she slowly backed away, warily inch by inch. "Go on now, inside. They're waiting for you in his office."

The pretty black hair girl slowly walked into the house as her glassy black eyes watch the Cook take a piece of chalk and write KITCHEN CAT—DEAD on the blackboard.....again. Morrigan still couldn't believe she's back in the past, on the day where everything started. She rather believe this was a dream...somebody's knack....

"I can recommend several excellent child psychologists in the Greater Jackalfax area."

The voice of the new caseworker has unsealed a distant memory tossed in the back of her brain. She stared at the ground as the familiar conversation started. Morrigan started to wonder. Is she really back in the past? Can she really change her future? Even though she is heart-broken from the betrayal of the one she called 'family', and is seeking revenge; Morrigan doesn't want to join the dark or does permanent damage to the Wundrous Society. She only wants them to have a taste of their own medicine.

"- local man, Thomas Bratchett, died of a heart attack recently. He was—"

"Our gardener, I know," Corvus interrupted. "Terrible shame. The hydrangeas have suffered. Morrigan, what did you do to the old man?"

Morrigan snapped out of her thoughts. She stared blankly at her father.

The air was silent for a moment. Corvus looked furious and sighed in fustration. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

Morrigan continue to stare at him.

Corvus and the caseworker exchanged a look. The woman sighed quietly. "His family is being extremely generous in the matter. They ask only that you pay his funeral expenses, put his grandchildren through college, and make a donation to his favourite charity."

"How many grandchildren?"

"Five."

"Tell them I'll pay for two. Continue."

"The headmaster at Jackalfax Preparatory School has finally sent us a bill for the fire damage. Two thousand kred ought to cover it."

Morrigan continue to stay quiet. She's going to leave soon so there is no reason to retort. The best is to stay quiet and use this time to think what she is going to do. Work under Ezra Squall? No, she doesn't want to serve for evil...even though Squall, in her opinion, wasn't evil. He just had a different ambition from others, but no, they won't go on the same path. But she also doesn't want to be a member of the Wundrous anymore...that is until they learnt their lesson...

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"At the Registry Office we have a short list of teachers who are amenable to working with cursed children. A very short list," said the caseworker with a shrug, "but perhaps there will be someone who—"