Jim POV
'What am I doing?'
I was hoping to find some sort of scent from the changeling.
'I mean, there's no way we could be that far behind. Right?
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Morgause POV
"You just had to get back into it, didn't you? Sister?"
She said chuckling through her teeth at her misfortune. Stuck behind a mirror the seething Morgana roared sending sparked flames out from her mouth, as soon as they touched the glass they immediately dissipated.
"I think you went about this all wrong, if you were defeated so easily I have no doubt you should've split them up, divide them and pit them against each other."
"What do you mean?" Morgana's raspy voice choked out.
"I mean you should've at least tried to turn one of them. You see, when I first encountered the troll hunter I feel a great darkness slowly coming forth, without anyone's knowledge. He will be his own undoing."
"You're saying I should've warped the mind of that ungrateful wretch!? His master took my left hand and-!" She cried out.
"I know! But, in all honestly from what my spies told me, he had no idea." "If he got our message then he must know that we're plotting something and could very well guess we have his dear mummy." "Until we break you out, there's nothing you can do. I on the other hand have something in mind..."
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Claire POV
Rain.
Coming down. In big gushes.
Beating down on my back.
.......
The cold, cold rain slipped through the cracks of my armor penetrating and dampening my clothes.
The constant silence from James was almost deafening.
'To THINK that this ungrateful man was my sweet Jim's father!'
'The only reason he isn't lying on his back in chains is because:'
'1-I'm not in current state of chains or a carry-on dungeon'
'2-I think he might have some very well decent tracking skills, at least he's convincing enough'
'We were at least a half a day's trek behind them, not only are we being slowed down by this torrential downpour but, we're only barely keeping track of their movements, because of the thick rain-fog (idk) and the fact that the rain kept washing away tracks.'
'How did I get stuck with such a loser as a partner?'
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How to Forgive
FantasyWhat if Jim found his dad. Who would he be? What would he look like? How could he ever face him, even address him like a father, knowing what he has done to his family. Going off alone to save someone could lead to torture, bloodshed, and maybe his...
