Morgana Dreada
Jan 1st, 2002, 05:15:44 PM
[Continued from... http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=11239]
She could barley keep her eyes open but Morgana Dreada knew what had happened even though it all seemed like some terrible nightmare which had no conclusion. It was clear that her sister had been stabbed by the Death Knight Soth, and his soldiers seemed to be everywhere around them. Morgana could remember when she had faced them once in the past when she and the vengeful Knight had battled for the first time. They were indeed relentless and seemed to have no minds of their own, they were completely loyal to Soth.
Morgana looked around the room slowly. Corbin was now laying at Soth's feet, half dead and barley moving. Alana was still holding Morgana in her arms as she continued to bleed profusely from the wound which was inflicted upon her by Corbin, Nadia was lying on the opposite side of the room almost completely dead from the lightsaber wound inflicted upon her by Soth and the Wraith Soul had seized the Amulet.
Morgana breathed a sigh of relief. She was thankful that Nadia no longer had the Amulet, but at the same time the pain of watching her sister die seemed to be all encompassing. Self doubt and blame began to plague Morgana's mind as she looked upon her sister's prone form. If only she had gotten the Amulet from Nadia sooner, none of this would have happened.
She could hear Nadia's breath slowing to an eventual halt and in that instant her wicked sister was dead. An event which sent ripples through the force that were so strong any force user within a 100 mile radius could feel them. She was indeed powerful, but never even knew her own potential as a force user. Perhaps then this was a noble end for her, thought Morgan. Rather than living a life where she would constantly be assaulted by the voices which seemed to haunt her since she stole the Amulet from their father and murdered him all those years ago. Morgana had to convince herself of this, it was the only way to deal with the pain of loosing her.
She could barley keep her eyes open but Morgana Dreada knew what had happened even though it all seemed like some terrible nightmare which had no conclusion. It was clear that her sister had been stabbed by the Death Knight Soth, and his soldiers seemed to be everywhere around them. Morgana could remember when she had faced them once in the past when she and the vengeful Knight had battled for the first time. They were indeed relentless and seemed to have no minds of their own, they were completely loyal to Soth.
Morgana looked around the room slowly. Corbin was now laying at Soth's feet, half dead and barley moving. Alana was still holding Morgana in her arms as she continued to bleed profusely from the wound which was inflicted upon her by Corbin, Nadia was lying on the opposite side of the room almost completely dead from the lightsaber wound inflicted upon her by Soth and the Wraith Soul had seized the Amulet.
Morgana breathed a sigh of relief. She was thankful that Nadia no longer had the Amulet, but at the same time the pain of watching her sister die seemed to be all encompassing. Self doubt and blame began to plague Morgana's mind as she looked upon her sister's prone form. If only she had gotten the Amulet from Nadia sooner, none of this would have happened.
She could hear Nadia's breath slowing to an eventual halt and in that instant her wicked sister was dead. An event which sent ripples through the force that were so strong any force user within a 100 mile radius could feel them. She was indeed powerful, but never even knew her own potential as a force user. Perhaps then this was a noble end for her, thought Morgan. Rather than living a life where she would constantly be assaulted by the voices which seemed to haunt her since she stole the Amulet from their father and murdered him all those years ago. Morgana had to convince herself of this, it was the only way to deal with the pain of loosing her.