MORGAN
And oh, poor Atlas
The world's a beast of a burden
The world's a beast of a burden
With all the Warden responsibilities she had had to take on, Morgan felt almost ridiculous going to the training grounds to practice the relatively simple art of combat, swinging the hammer into her ice-beams as if she needed any more learning on how to hit a target. Really, this was a very violent form of therapy: a way to channel out the intense pressure she felt now that she was in such a position of importance.
They shattered pleasingly, a noise not unlike crashing glass; Morgan had grown skilled at controlling the explosion so no shards of sharp ice shot off into the distance. She would have to return to the darkness of her room soon, sit and work on papers and plans soon enough; for the moment she tried to take some pleasure in the simple act of hitting and stepping back, hitting and stepping back..
With a gasp, she held out a hand to stop a shard of ice flying right into the face of the sudden figure on the edge of the training grounds, just grabbing it mid-air with her magic before it landed. "Careful!" Morgan shouted out, melting the shard to nothing and letting the liquid fall to the floor.
They shattered pleasingly, a noise not unlike crashing glass; Morgan had grown skilled at controlling the explosion so no shards of sharp ice shot off into the distance. She would have to return to the darkness of her room soon, sit and work on papers and plans soon enough; for the moment she tried to take some pleasure in the simple act of hitting and stepping back, hitting and stepping back..
With a gasp, she held out a hand to stop a shard of ice flying right into the face of the sudden figure on the edge of the training grounds, just grabbing it mid-air with her magic before it landed. "Careful!" Morgan shouted out, melting the shard to nothing and letting the liquid fall to the floor.
And the ships are left to rust
That's what the water gave us
That's what the water gave us
