And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Morgan's lantern began to take on vague spreading shapes of faint colour, some of them looking almost like mountains, which made her smile: her and her father had always shared their admiration for the nature surrounding Halo, the place where she had gone to grow...where she had been when he died.
Was it worse to lose someone to something like a disease, slowly and painfully watching them go, or having it in one quick snap, like it had been for her? She had never even seen the body. Both were terrible for their own reasons, she supposed.
"I'm sorry. My father was killed by a thief. It...was sudden." A small pale dot of red in the middle of her lantern, to account for the violent end. "He was the Captain before me."
Was it worse to lose someone to something like a disease, slowly and painfully watching them go, or having it in one quick snap, like it had been for her? She had never even seen the body. Both were terrible for their own reasons, she supposed.
"I'm sorry. My father was killed by a thief. It...was sudden." A small pale dot of red in the middle of her lantern, to account for the violent end. "He was the Captain before me."
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
