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I Will Always Follow YouOver the past several months, Mina's health had deteriorated to the point where she struggled to get out of bed, and so Morgan made her stay there, doing all he could to make her as comfortable as possible. Though his old knee wound sometimes made it difficult for him to get around, he saw it as his duty to care for his ailing wife, and every day he brought her broth and tea. He knew she would do the same for him were their roles reversed.I Will Always Follow You by wiccanrenegade
One day, when he brought her her midday meal, he found her gazing through the window at some distant memory, and it was only after he said her name several times that he finally got her attention. She looked at him almost sadly.
'Morgan, Love, I think I'm ready,' she told him, voice soft.
He gently set the bowl of soup on the bedstand and sat next to her on the bed, taking her frail hand in his. 'If you think you are, then so am I.'
She nodded, her eyes closing slowly. He lay next to her and watched silently as her chest ceased to rise and fall. Fing
An Ordinary DayMorgan and Wilhelmina strolled down one of the busy streets of Gallinus, making their way toward the Arena. Her arm was looped through his as they walked, somewhat slow nowadays, but steady as ever. The sun glinted off of numerous white strands threading their way though Mina's hair, and though Morgan's hair was pulled back, his mane matched hers, if perhaps with a great deal more white. With the activities of their youth, neither of them would have guessed they would live to this age, with a nice little house on the edge of Gallinus and where Morgan could come to the Arena every day to watch the young men fight.An Ordinary Day by wiccanrenegade
'I don't think the boys these days are as tough as the ones I knew back in the day,' he commented to Mina as they entered the coliseum and found seats. A fight had just finished and the sand in the arena was being swept even. 'That Trevelli kid seems like he might be alright, but I bet I could still take him.'
Wilhelmina laughed. 'Oh, hush, you. You have enough of a fight spli
A Sight to BeholdWilhelmina looked out from her rocky perch on the side of the mountain she and Morgan were hiking over. The valley spread out below them was lush and verdant, so unlike anything either of them had ever seen. There were trees as far as the eye could see, and each tree was taller than any building the two had set foot in.A Sight to Behold by wiccanrenegade
'By all the stars in the sky,' Mina whispered. 'This place makes my parents' garden look like the scorching sands.'
Morgan snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close so he could give her a quick kiss on the cheek. 'Indeed it does. I suppose with all the springs and streams here the trees have enough water to grow to full height.' He craned his neck to look at the trees growing on the slope around them. 'Shall we pause here to eat?'
His partner nodded. 'I think it's a lovely spot for lunch.'
The two laid down their blanket and unpacked enough of their provisions for lunch. As they ate side by side, Morgan commented on their current journey. 'I think it safe to s
I Will Defend YouAfter the dust from the collapse of the Blackshade Syndicate had settled a bit, Morgan and Wilhelmina took the time to have a small wedding. Most of those in attendance were dust raiders, but the reception was a delightfully raucous party that lasted nearly two full days. Once the celebrations were over, the two went right back to the piratical life of a dust raider.I Will Defend You by wiccanrenegade
While it took some getting used to for Wilhelmina, she was now accustomed to the quick skirmishes and speedy getaways her life had become. For several years now they roamed the sands, attacking vulnerable merchant ships and caravans. Because of Morgan's experience, things usually went smoothly, but today was not one of those days.
The plan had been to ambush a merchant caravan leaving Espum, using a small abandoned village as cover. It had gone well until a pair of Espum Guard patrol vessels turned up. Morgan, Mina and their fellow raiders had been forced to take shelter in one of the empty buildings, taking potshots at th
Andra and the Plague DoctorThe air was wet and heavy and it stuck in her throat; she thought of the smell of rotting gardens and coughed until scarlet blood hung from her lips and stained the moss beneath her cheek. She couldn't groan, couldn't even voice the pain. And her body was too dry for crying. All Andra could do was lay crumpled, her very self fighting her with the sickness that tore through her insides like a lash, the last vestiges of her strength being fed to her twitching limbs for shaking and spasming.Andra and the Plague Doctor by Judah-Leonardo
There were ants crawling over her fingertips. Flies at her mouth, the corners of her eyes. She shifted her head, weakly, desperate to drive them off while she still had life in her, but the creatures were impatient. They swarmed back again. It wouldn't be long, now.
Andra thought of her mother, who wept as she pushed her out the door. Her father, gray and still on the bed and set to be burned. Master Thomas was dead in his home. Father Calton, huddled in his church and praying for mercy. The bells wer