Ophelia opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar bed, thoroughly confused.
The last thing she could remember was telling her boss to fuck off, and she groaned as she sat up.
The Court of Nightmares had always been her home, where it was kill or be killed, and any emotion was sure to merit punishment.
She didn’t ever exactly abide by that rule, and had received many beatings and scars as a result of it, but it had never stopped her from speaking her mind when she felt like she needed to.
Or wanted to.
Her boss had just come into the small antique shop that she worked at, extremely drunk and in a foul mood. She only remembered the part where she tried to dodge one of his fists only to get clipped in the jaw.
After that she had lost it, telling him that she quit and he could go fuck off.
Blinking, Ophelia wondered if she had gone too far and died, and was now Mother knows where, dead.
She shook her head.
While she felt sore from old bruises, nothing seemed to hurt or be out of place.
She pushed the unfamiliar covers back only to find herself in silk pajamas that she definitely did not own.
At this point she was becoming slightly worried, but that didn’t hold her back from getting out of the huge bed and striding over to the door, throwing it open with a scowl.
A blond female made a noise, stepping away with surprise.
Ophelia looked her over, noting the fine material of her red dress, and casting an appreciative eye at her well made hair.
“You’re awake!” The female said after regaining her composure, and Ophelia cut straight to the point.
“Did we do something together last night? I don’t remember you and these aren’t my clothes.”
The female seemed speechless for a long moment before the bridge of her nose tinted pink.
“No! I- I have someone else- I took you away from Hewn City two days ago!”
That made her freeze. Two days? What exactly had occurred after she blacked out?
“Why?” She asked quietly, and the female’s face darkened slightly.
The hairs on Ophelia’s arms raised at the feeling of immense power, but the female smoothed out her face with a blink and gestured to the hall.
“I’ll explain everything, but for now follow me.” She turned away without any further conversation, and Ophelia followed quietly, her old habits of obedience flaring to life.
They came to a cozy room with a couch in front of the fire beside a table, and the female pointed to the couch.
“You can sit there.”
She heard the question in the female’s voice and decided to ignore it, and remain standing next to the couch.
The female took it in stride however, and a moment later her hand shot out.
Ophelia tensed in preparation for the strike, but none came, and after a moment she realized why.
The female was offering a hand to shake.
She shook it, and quickly retracted her hand.
“I’m Morrigan, but you can call me Mor. You might have heard of me at some point down there.” Mor waved a lazy finger in the general direction of down.
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shadows don't lie
FanfictionOnce there was a girl who lived in light. She was strong and smart, and commanded over the armies of the Day Court, until she was burned by one close to her. Then she became an echo, living off the light of her memories to stay alive in the dim cell...
