A Thousand Year Obsession ✔

25. Don't Run Without A Plan

25. Don't Run Without A Plan

"Morgana." It was a whisper, filtering in through the darkness crowding around me.

I shifted, mumbling murmurs on the cold stone.

"Morgana."

My eyes snapped open, but the whispering vanished entirely, abandoning me to the silence of the cell. I brought my knees to my chest and huddled into myself, leaning back against the icy wall. I remained frozen in silence for a moment longer before closing my eyes again.

"Morgana." The whispers were growing impatient, almost angry.

I shivered into myself, gripping onto my arms tightly.

"Morgana!"

I gasped, lurching to my feet.

"Who's there?" My voice shook.

Silence.

"Tell me, who's there?" I called again.

Only a small sifting laugh answered me. Cold terror settled down all round me and I backed up again into the wall.

"No, it's nothing. You aren't there. No one's there." I breathed shakily.

"Morgana."

My head shook rapidly and I clenched my eyes shut.

"No! You aren't there!"

"I'm here." I stiffened at the hushed words. The whispers never spoke more than my name before. I bit my lip, kneeling down shakily onto the freezing ground. My body trembled as cold shudders swept over my body, turning  my stomach in on itself and lurching it's contents every which way.

"What do you want?!"

The whispers chuckled, whirling all round my form.

"There will be a banquet." The last word repeated several times over in the air, tauntingly. "In a tower."

I cringed into myself, desperately attempting to block out the whispers.

"It's only the wind. It's only the wind."

"There will be a dove." The air around me echoed the ending word. "Your friend will be in danger."

"What friend?! When? Tell me, what is it you speak of?!"

"He will call," The whispers hissed, "out to you. And if you do not answer, he will die."

My eyes widened and I pitched myself to my feet, spinning round as the whispers began to fade away.

"No-! Stop! Come back! Tell me what you mean? How do I warn him? Tell me! How must I warn him!?" I shrieked desperately, but the whispers were gone. Only silence remained to accompany me.

"No." I closed my eyes tightly and sank back to the floor. "It was nothing. Nothing." I curled back into myself. "A banquet. In a tower. The whispers said- it was wind, just wind. But a dove- and a call- I'll warn him, yes I'll warn him."

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My eyes snapped open and I lurched upwards.

"No-nothing-banquet-tower-whisper-wind-dove-call-warn." I cried silently, before pitching myself to my feet. "Percy!"

The bedroom around me was still, entirely silent. Shadows hung off the furniture frames, flickering in the moonlight. The blankets had followed me off the four poster bed and lay in a tangled heap at my feet. I struggled for a moment to unwind myself from them before moving over to the wardrobe across from the bed and fumbling through it. My trembling fingers clasped around a thick dress and I pulled it out, rapidly changing. I snatched up a winter cloak and glanced over at the double doors leading out, freezing for a moment as a creak echoed through the fortress. Then I moved over to the desk beneath the window and hauled myself atop it, scrambling at the locks on the window pane. I pulled the cloak over my hair and held my hands over the locks, attempting to calm my breathing.