Tapestry of Time

Viviane Lefay

Edinburgh - England - 2 years before Uther's death

Morgan perched on the edge of the school roof, her legs dangling over the side as she unwrapped a sandwich from its foil. The sun was high, glowing warmly over the cityscape sprawling before her. She took a bite, savoring the taste of turkey and cheese.

Below, the schoolyard buzzed with the chaos of lunchtime. Students clustered in their usual groups lost in teenage drama and laughter.

But up here, Morgan was alone, and that's just how she liked it.

Morgan followed her own course while they worried about fitting in and following rules.

Her reputation as a rule-bender was well-known, but she wasn't reckless. She knew the importance of boundaries, even if she tiptoed along their edges. Her teachers often found her challenging their views in class, pushing the limits of debate and discourse. Yet, she never crossed the line into disrespect.

Her backpack lay next to her, half-open, revealing a stack of books and papers. Among them laid a shiny plaque. It was a certificate with her name etched in the elegant script-evidence of her academic prowess. Over the years she had won countless awards, aced every test, and still found time to question every rule.

The teachers knew her well. They saw her potential, her fierce intelligence, and her unapologetic thirst for knowledge. So, they turned a blind eye when she skipped the cafeteria for the solitude of the roof. After all, how could they reprimand someone who represented the best of their institution?

A gentle breeze ruffled Morgan's hair. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, feeling the air filling her lungs. The thrill of being so high above the world coursed through her veins.

Slowly stepping forward, her boots made a soft thud on the concrete as she stood up at the edge of the roof. Morgan's heart raced with the excitement of the moment. She stretched out her arms, finding balance as she walked along the edge.

Without warning, a sudden gust of wind swept across the surface.

It was strong and forceful, hitting Morgan with an intensity that made her stagger. Her arms flailed, seeking to regain equilibrium.

Morgan's heart skipped a beat.

Her boots scuffed the edge of the rooftop. She bent her knees, lowering her center of gravity, and leaning into the wind. The gust passed as quickly as it had arrived, leaving behind a trail of swirling leaves and a newfound silence.

But it was abruptly broken by the sound of footsteps approaching. Morgan, still feeling the remnants of adrenaline from her encounter with the wind, turned to see a figure emerging from the access door.

"Living on the edge, I see," Baobhan called out, her voice tinged with humor and concern.

Morgan's cheeky friend has arrived. The vibrant pink hair seemed to capture the essence of her spirited personality.

Morgan stepped back from the precipice, her heart rate finally slowing to its normal rhythm. "Just catching a different perspective," she replied with a nonchalant shrug.

Baobhan walked over. Her boots were clicking on the concrete. She stood beside Morgan, following her gaze into the horizon.

"You know, one of these days, you're going to give me a heart attack," Baobhan teased, half-jokingly.

Morgan chuckled. Baobhan Sith leaned against her best friend, her pink hair catching the golden rays of the sun.

"So, how's the ice queen doing today?" she asked, a playful smirk on her lips.