on the wings of a dream [Open]

Morgan

Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go

"..Ah. A smart decision. So you will be needing a guard patrol for your mission?" Morgan asked, sure that they had not eliminated all the cultists during the Gate Battle; there were always more coming from the mountains, cannibals and occult masters that were mostly used as bedtime stories to scare children, but could be very much real. "It seems like so long ago we had that battle. So much has happened."

She'd become Warden, for one thing, a role that felt so natural Morgan almost struggled to remember how it felt being anything else.

Morgan did miss his last words, but it made sense that despite the lack of Gods, life had not actually been simpler; when was it ever?

I've been kicking them away
Been hoping not to let them take control