Sorcery [p. parker] || DISCONTINUED

THIRTEEN - EVERYONE WANTED ME DEAD

"Took you longer than I expected," Morgana Pendragon announced her presence. Eliza turned around, a dangerous look on features. The woman hummed at seeing the younger girl and shook her head, her own hood moving with the action. "Furious, I take it, for what I did? Its not like those poor kids would get a home anyway." She hissed as if she put her hand on fire as Eliza's look darkened, "Oops, did that hit a soft spot?"

Eliza didn't speak. She was too furious to do so. She felt as if she did speak, then it either come out too loud or too quiet – she couldn't tell which it would be, or whether one was better than the other; so, she kept her mouth shut. Eliza was feeling many emotions. Fury. Sorrow. Guilt. Every emotion between those. She didn't exactly know how to handle it all at the moment. Which, honestly, was probably why she was stupidly standing in front of a woman who can't be hurt but was planning on hurting her in some way.

Morgana noticed the silence coming from the vigilante and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing to say? Shocking, really. I was waiting to get screamed at for killing the children."

Again, Eliza said nothing. Her eyes narrowed into slits. Oh, how she would love to get rid of Morgana in this moment.

"Hm," Morgana put her hands on her hips. "Maybe you aren't that mad like I thought. Maybe you understand more than I guessed. Maybe we're more alike than I believed."

Those words caused a different reaction from Eliza. Her glare disappeared and instead confusion was clearly seen on her features. She almost took a step back, appalled at the thought of being similar to Morgana, but she stayed put. Quietly, she let out a confused, "What?"

Morgana ignored the fact that she finally spoke and waved a hand in the air as she started to explain. "We both are similar in many ways. I was a princess, my father was a king but my mother was killed. I had a half brother who was a prince, destined to take the thrown. You, technically, are a princess with how famous and loved your father is – making him the king. You're mother was killed as well. Your brother is then the prince. Your foreign friend is parallel to my maid. Our lives are so similar; we are so similar. I did what I did to show you how it felt to be hated! That is where we are different, child. People adore you and praise you for your magic yet when I was alive, everyone wanted me dead."

"Maybe because you did nothing good with your magic," Eliza sniped out, finally finding her voice.

"And those people out there think the same thing of you. After all, they don't know I'm back. I've disappeared far too quickly for people to fully notice my presence in our fights." She paused, an evil smirk forming. "That one bad thing is out weighing all the good actions you've done."

Eliza's glare was back, the look hardened with each passing second. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I think you probably know who I am by now, and that means I'm going to have to disappear for a while - at least until I for sure know that you know where that crystal is," Morgana stated.