~Glory~ The Volturi Kings

🕯️Chapter 13🕯️

There was a sense of panic as Morgan ran through a wooded area, it's trees reaching high into the gray, stormy sky above.

  Adrenaline pounding through her body as she ran towards a rundown dark gray stone castle. All around her, vampires both Volturi and Moldavian were fighting viciously. But she didn't focus on that, she couldn't. Not when a strong sense of peril made its way through the bond.

  She just ran, focused only on the heavy feeling in her chest. To her right a vampire ran at her, but was stopped by one of the Volturi guards feet away from the very human queen.

  Morgan made her way into the building, it's doors cracked and broken as if the door had been hit by tremendous force. The hallway was a mess as she fully entered the building. Broken glass and wood littered the walkway.

  Suddenly a wave of familiarity washed over her as she looked at the scene in front of her. There to her right on the floor was a cloak, one of the Volturi guards. She knew know, what was about to happen.

Suddenly Morgan woke, information clicking into place in her brain as she sat up. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness of Marcus's room. She now understands her dream, and now she doesn't know how to go about what she knows.

  "Fuck.." breathed silently, she pushed her hand through her hair. Her mind was racing now, it could just simply be a dream, she thought. Her imagination was just going crazy. She tried to convince herself.

  Pushing the covers off the bed, she quickly climbed out and grabbed one of Marcus's robes. Not really thinking much about it. Putting it on, she made her way to the door. Opening it she was met by the familiar face of Santiago.

"Morgan? Is everything alright?" He asked as she walked out into the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind her. His face had a look of concern to it as he looked at her.

"Santi, just the man I want to see. Do you know where the kings are?" Morgan asked, a tiredness edged in her voice.

"Of course, follow me." He said with a smile before waving for her to follow him.

Down the hallway they went, they walked in a comfortable silence as Morgan pondered what her dreams could mean. Maybe they were premonitions, but she certainly hoped not. She just hoped it was the cause of over imagination. But then why did it feel so real? Why could she feel the bond in her chest that was not yet there? Why could she feel the cloak when she picked it up? Why could she smell the ash underneath the cloak? So many questions raced through her mind. But not one answer was found.

The two walked up to the door of the library, Santiago opening the door for her and letting Morgan enter the room, before once again closing the door.

The kings were around one of the tables, Caius was talking away while pointing to certain areas on the paper that was placed on the table. The three of them quickly turned their heads at the sound of a familiar heart beat. A smile placed itself on Marcus's face as he saw Morgan wearing one of his robes.

"Cara Mia, why are you awake?" Aro asked with a soft smile as he was the first to walk over to her. Placing his hand out to her, wanting to revel in her beautiful mind.

Morgan hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his. A sigh leaving her mouth as she did so. Quickly the raven haired king's eyes glazed over as he entered her memories. Silently, she watched him, looking for any reaction that her dream may cause him.

Both caius and Marcus watched Aro, a bit of confusion washing over them as they watched him flinch slightly. Morgan knew where he was in her mind by the reaction, it made her feel sorry for him. He now had to watch exactly what she had. The death of Marcus.

  Quickly, Aro's eyes unglazed and he lightly let go of Morgan's hand. A slight hum of thought leaving his lips. He gave an apologetic look to the dark haired woman in front of him.

"What is it Aro?" Caius questioned impatiently, though there was a light hint of concern in his tone.

"It is becoming apparent to me that our dear Morgan may have more than one gift that has developed." Aro explained, his mind still processing what he had just seen. Caius tilted his head in confusion in response.

"Did you have another dream, Tesoro?" Marcus asked as he made his way to Morgan's side. She just simply looked up at him and nodded her head. "Aro, what did you see?" Marcus questioned as he looked at his brother.

"Cara Mia, do you wish to explain or would you rather have me explain?" Aro asked before answering Marcus's question.

"If you think it's a good idea to do so you can." Morgan responded simply with a shrug.Aro thought for a moment before nodding his head.

"Well you see, it seems to be me our dear Morgan is having premonitions of how this war will go." Aro explained as simply as he could. Caius perked up slightly at this.

"That's wonderful, that means we have an advantage over the Moldavians." Caius said with a slight tinge of excitement in his tone.

"No."Aro shut Caius down quickly. "This is not as wonderful as you think Caius." Aro said with a serious tone to his voice.

"Why not? She can tell us our enemies moves before they are made! I don't see the problem here." Caius argued, Aro just waved him off.

"Caius, from what I have seen, this war does not look like it will end in our favor." Aro explained, his voice lowered at the thought of what happened to Marcus. Morgan just gave a soft look to Aro before looking at the blonde king.

"Aro is right, we are going to lose too many of the guard. The elite guard will be overpowered, leaving you three vulnerable to attack." Morgan added to the conversation and Caius's understanding. Caius tilted his head in response, not knowing how to respond.

There was a deafening silence in the room now. Both Marcus and Caius not understanding what exactly "vulnerable to attack" entailed. Marcus looked down at Morgan softly before speaking.

"Tesoro, I believe everything will be just fine. The future isn't always written in stone." Marcus reassured, a comforting smile on his face. Morgan just looked up at him and sigh gently.

"I guess you're right." She agreed softly.

Maybe he was right, Morgan thought. Maybe it would be nothing to worry about, maybe just maybe one decision would change the trajectory of the situation.

All she had to do was figure out how, how could she save Marcus from such a fate? A fate he did not deserve. But name one person that was able to defy the fates. It might not be as easy as one might think.

A/N

HELLO MY LOVES! I am back!! Thank you to everyone who has voted on this story and has put Glory into their libraries! And holy shit! Over 3k reads! You guys are amazing! I am so sorry that this chapter took so long to post. I had lost motivation to write for a long time, but now I am back for the time being!