If they tell my story
I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory
At some point, she must have fallen asleep, because she was waking now, but Morgan did not recall. For a moment as she opened her eyes nothing seemed too amiss, but swiftly things came to her notice; she didn't know where she was, the small dark room entirely foreign to her, the keys covering all space except for where she lay confusing to say the least.
And then, when she went to sit up, put her hands on the ground to push herself upright, she let out a yell of surprise: the arms beneath her were masculine and pale, not what she was used to seeing and yell itself was not in her own voice, but one much gruffer and deeper. Morgan clapped her hands over her mouth, too shocked to say anything further, and looked about wide eyes eyes.
Eventually her gaze fell upon the other sleeping figure in the room; a young woman she didn't recognise, seemingly asleep as she had been. Trying for the meantime to put her new appearance aside as a side effect of some awful dream, Morgan reached over to shake the shoulder of her cellmate, gently with her new stronger, larger limbs.
And then, when she went to sit up, put her hands on the ground to push herself upright, she let out a yell of surprise: the arms beneath her were masculine and pale, not what she was used to seeing and yell itself was not in her own voice, but one much gruffer and deeper. Morgan clapped her hands over her mouth, too shocked to say anything further, and looked about wide eyes eyes.
Eventually her gaze fell upon the other sleeping figure in the room; a young woman she didn't recognise, seemingly asleep as she had been. Trying for the meantime to put her new appearance aside as a side effect of some awful dream, Morgan reached over to shake the shoulder of her cellmate, gently with her new stronger, larger limbs.
Or Rise Up
MORGAN
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