Before I Fall

Chapter Seventy-five

The remainder of Mignon's pitiful army men fell like discarded paper. They were awaiting her arrival at the palace gates so they could spring their trap before she could step foot on the palace grounds, but failed miserably. The beautifully designed automatic wrought iron gates with the added spikes opened the moment she got within ten feet of it, allowing Morgan to walk right up the cobblestone driveway. With each passing second, her heart beat louder and louder in her chest like a booming drum. Was she nervous? No, she was excited, way too excited to confront her mother. Never minding the laser cannons that rose up from the beneath the retractable lawn on either side of her, they began firing. Morgan destroyed them quickly with a gentle flick of her wrist while keeping her laser focus on the palace main doors.

She walked up the steps leading to the wooden doors. However, the doors didn't break off its hinges like she had expected it to. Interesting.

"Your spell won't stop me, bitch!" Morgan screamed in rage.

Morgan raised her fists and started punching the doors as hard as possible. She could have casted another spell to counteract the one her mother used but Morgan wanted the whole building to quake in fear with every punch thrown. Her furious grunts were audible. Mignon's spell was strong but Morgan had the force of hell behind her and the door was already breaking by the third blow. The double doors finally caved on the seventh strike to reveal Mignon's four personal bodyguards waiting with crossbows in hand, the same bodyguards who dragged her to the dungeon so she could be tortured for weeks, the ones who hunted her like a dog until she ended up in the hands of her former friend. They vexed Morgan and she obviously vexed them.

Morgan found it irritating that Mignon kept sending others to fight her battles, she was nothing more than a coward. The four hefty men simultaneously released small titanium arrows, similar to the large ones that were fired at Vigor, at her head. Unscathed and growing more heated by the second, Morgan casted the same lethal spell she'd used to finish off the demon army, sending the four burly beasts into a downward spiral of never ending terror, despair and agony. She loved hearing them beg for mercy, but they would get none because they didn't show Morgan an ounce when she needed it the most. Their miserable, useless lives ended in a splat and all that remained was the red pool of blood and intestines coating her feet. Morgan would never get tired of that pungent copper smell neither would she tire of its warmth.

The princess left a trail of bloody footprints through the house and a mountain of bodies in her wake as she exited the entry hall. There was no one in sight. Once again, her heightened hearing picked up the frightened whispers of the servants hiding within the dark corners of the palace. Yet, she could feel the Queen's presence, her magnificent power flooding her senses and Morgan intended to follow it until she found her. Morgan footsteps were silent as she ventured deeper into her mother's house.

The shadow of a little girl with a massive head of hair shot past her in a fit of giggles, pausing Morgan in her stride. She was chased by an equally small brat with beautiful golden hair and the bluest of eyes. Both were content but oh so foolish. Happiness was for the simple minded because life was a shit show they all played their part in. In spite of that, Morgan continued her search, she followed the connection she still had that would lead her to her mother. She was headed to the northern wing of the stronghold, past the library, through the indoor garden until she came upon the bathhouse. Mignon was inside. Morgan didn't wait another second pull the oak door open and enter the room she'd always been forbidden to enter when she was a child.

"Come to kill me, have you?." Mignon uttered in a calm tone.

The irksome woman was soaking in a pool of scorching water, elbows propped up against the edge and a small, white rag placed carefully over her eyes. Typical. There was a single torch in the bathhouse but Morgan still saw everything clearly and seeing Mignon's carefree manner made Morgan roiled up. Her mother didn't seem to care that she'd changed and was no longer the daughter she loved to abuse. Morgan's skin was different plus she was covered in blood from head to toe and still the woman paid her no mind.