The last seconds felt happy. They felt normal.
The last few moths were not a happy experience.
Morgana was not having a good time.
When she thought everything was going well, faith strikes her back once again.
The things she remembers from that night are blurred.
The only thing she sees are dying souls, falling friends, fire and she hears screaming from a known voice.
In the Sky there's just this smile. The smile of the hand that mock her.
The Hand that led to all doom.
As he fell she tried to grab his hand, begging for him not to go. He was the last thing she has.
Her home was gone. Her family too. He's all that's left.
She tried to pull him up but the burning fire was making her sweat. And with that, her brother slipped out the palm of her hands.
She sees his fear. The fear in his eyes.
This is the picture that she sees the clearest.
The last time she saw him.
As he fell to the void.
She woke up to the nightmare.
Her life was a nightmare.
Nightmares left and right.
And if that's not enough her own power was playing tricks on her.
His spirit won't leave her alone.
It's most likely this nightmare will never end.
