The Necromancer (On Hold)

Chapter 3- Magic

A week’s time had passed and Nancy's mother had remained silent. Morgan was unsure of the cause of her silence, but each day she thanked the gods for it. 

Silence, blessed silence, it was something she had been missing since she left the confines of the woods. To be on her own, listening to the sounds of nature as it surrounded her. A place she had no fear if her darker powers suddenly disobeyed her and acted up.

A place she was free from prying eyes, hidden deep where no soul could find her. Well, almost no one.

Nancy had told Morgan the day before that she wouldn't need her this day, so it was the first day Morgan had to herself. She sighed and got out of bed as she pushed her mourning thoughts of silence and the trees aside. 

She padded across the floor, reaching the place she had been storing her skirts and held the blue one up. It was her favorite out of the two. 

She carefully slipped the dress on, making sure she did not pull the laces free from the back. To have to replace the dress would be a pain. 

Once everything was in place, Morgan pulled the laces at the small of her back tightly, twisting the two pieces and tying them neatly in a bow. She looked at her reflection seeing a woman she was just starting to recognize again.

Her cropped black hair laid perfectly straight, the bodice of her dress accentuated every curve of her upper body. The sleeves hugged the length of her arm, providing cover from the on coming winter that was fast approaching. The skirts billowed out, dragging on the floor, if anything was wrong with them, it was that they were just slightly too long. 

She looked into the eyes in the mirror. The icy blues that in just over a week’s time had started to thaw. She could see the change in them and it gave her hope. In her brief stay, the people of the village had already helped her to relax. 

As she was deciphering the woman looking back at her, Morgan felt a familiar pull deep inside of her. Her powers were trying to call out to her, they begged to be freed. Ever since the day she had used them to save Nancy's mother they had been itching to come out again. 

Morgan took deep breaths, trying to calm the feeling of desperation coming from within. Every day the pull had gotten stronger, and she was afraid she would not be able to deny her true self much longer. 

She pulled her brows together, worry evident in the creases. Maybe she could let them out if she could get away from the village. 

I have all day, I could possibly sneak away. No one would see me and know one would have to know. 

Morgan set out to wander the village; she wanted to thank Gregory again for giving her the skirts. Even if she didn't care for them much she knew they would help her in regards to the rest of the villagers. She hadn't seen him since the night he was at her door, Nancy had been the one to gather the wood after that day, and she wasn't outside much. 

She hoped he wasn't avoiding her because he had seen her in just a towel. 

She also wanted to see more of the place, since her arrival she had been confined to one small area. She had made one trip through the central village when Gregory had first taken her to Nancy, but she had paid no mind to what was around. 

It wasn't that the village was large by any means; in fact, it was smaller than some she had visited. The way it was designed however, made one have to walk through in order to see all the village had to offer. It had appeared that when building the homes, the people had just picked a random plot of land and started building.

Morgan had finally stumbled upon Gregory near the edge of the village chopping away at a pile of logs. She had approached him silently, watching him as he worked as she suspected he had done the day she had been hacking away at the stubborn hunks of wood.