The flute and the bard part 12 - Continuing from 11 with Mirgan

Morgan walked a calm steady pace knowing full well of her stalking but walks down an alley with no other eyes she stops and stands in silence. 

“Can you show yourself?” She called out calmly standing there in the darkness of the ally walls as a mysterious males voice calls down to her.

“Up here, elfling,” looking up, Morgan saw what seemed to be an angel waning halo wings and all sitting on the legs of on the high buildings. 

“We both know you can't keep going,” the angelic man said condescendingly, talking down to Morgan to patronize her, but Morgan kept her cool and scoffed. 

“And what the hell's that supposed to mean?” The angle snickers.

“A bard blessed by Apollo and a Kitsune Blessed by the god of thieves himself and a nobody elf such as yourself, what place do you have in a party with a god gifted mortals and spirits," Morgan snickers.

“Is that all you've got to say?” She laughed, “I know what you're here for ,so make your offer.” The angelic man smirks coyly and jumps before hitting the ground, flapping his wings and sitting at a window ledge. 

“For your soul I offer you my wings and purity, hows about that lowly fling,” Morgan lagged and turned away and walked away waving a hand.

“Thanks but nah. You see, Im not the type of girl to need help,” she goes on to rant on about her independence as and elf and ex noble at that.

“I don't need fancy magic or loads of gold to get by,” she says as she walks away with the angelic man reaching out to try and stop her to reconsider. “Hey. We’re not done here, where are you going?” Morgan stood at the end of the alleyway.

“But you don’t even have a family!” the angel said toyingly as Morgan looked back, feeling insulted and sticking her middle finger to the angel.

“So what? At least I’m not a bunch of killers like you fancy gods and greats,” Morgan turns and walks slowly to the angel.

“Do you know the damage… the damage of your kind, Gods, beasts, myths!” Morgan now looked up to the angle with pure hate and sorrow “I’d rather die than accept your worthless blessing! I bet you all find some twisted joy watching us lower beings lose our sanity, our loved ones…” a singular tear runs down Morgan's right eye as she wipes it away, reaching into her red hand bag to pull out a throwing knife. She throws it at the angel purposely missing but hitting the brick right next tp his head.

“This life is mine and… I refuse to hand it over the scum of the world above,” she said, walking away cold and annoyed, heading back to the inn and going to her room next to Erika and Kira’s. Morgan changed her clothes into pajamas with moons and stars on them after she undoes her hair and allows it to frizzle and poof as she preps for bed. She does some skincare before heading toward the lightswitch. She turns off the lights and puts on her sleeping mask, drifting to sleep to the idea of her not having any special magic or god on her side like Erika or Kiria, even getting nightmares of others like Erika and Kiria, Morgan's lost to the abyss of unknown of gods and blessings. Morgan drifts to sleep twisting and turning in her sheets as she continues to dream through the night and the little moments of joy in her unconscious state.

Author's Note

HAI HAI Dear readers I hope your all well, This last weekend both me and my editor have been going through things but I do hope this chapter can make it up to you all. along side that Id like to apologize for not informing you all about this. but again I hope you all enjoy the read and accept my apologies,Yours-
Kitsuko Dragonstar