A quiet night, with only the crackling of a dwindling fire breaking the silence,
Morgan sits idly, gaze fixated on the stars.
She finds the silence lonely, worsened only by dreaming of a home that no longer feels like home,
Feeling isolated, knowing she can't turn back, and must continue on.
She thinks of all the questions harbored in her mind
Of all the answers she cannot find
For she alone is the one who can answer them
But those answers are hidden in a maze with no exits and she feels as if she hasn't stepped out of square one.
The thought ends there, and she wonders,
"Will things ever get better?"
Day by day.
Night by night.
She walks this maze, gaze ever forward, her thoughts the only noise in her head.
She walks until her body hurts from the mindless search.
She walks until her thoughts are far too loud, far too dejected.
She walks until she hits a dead end.
And she collapses.
Lonely.
Thoughts that only point out her failure.
They're loud, desperate to be heard.
She can barely wonder if she'll get anywhere at all.
They scream
And scream
And they don't stop
Until
They do.
They stop, a brief moment of respite, and she doesn't know why.
Only then does she hear a voice.
Only then does she look behind her.
Only then does she see that her dearest pseudo-sister was right behind her the entire time.
Only then does she realize that Kjelle's hand has always been extended to her.
...
She takes it.
She's lifted back up, her sights returning to the dead end.
An impulse, her will, and she presses her hand to it, pushing with every fiber of her being.
It doesn't feel like enough, until Kjelle is by her side, pushing right along with her.
And just like that,
The wall breaks.
There's a new path to tread.
Morgan takes the first step.
Soon, another hand reaches out to her, and she takes it, Kjelle right by her side as she's pulled away into a new path, a new possibility.
Her dearest cousin-who's always felt like a sister-smiles at her.
Yuria joins the party.
The three of them journey together.
A quiet night, with only the crackling of a dwindling fire breaking the silence,
Morgan sits idly, gaze fixated on the stars.
She finds the silence calming, her dreams set on a home that no longer feels like home,
Dreaming of the chance to set things right again.
She thinks of all the questions harbored in her mind,
Of all the answers she has yet to find,
For she alone is the one who can answer them,
But those answers are hidden in a maze that's ever-changing, shaped on the path she chooses to carve with the ones she loves following closely behind.
The thought ends there, and she wonders,
"How many steps will I take next?"
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Random Elsword Drabbles
RandomRandom drabbles I wrote for Elsword. Primarily shipping between a canon character and original character, but otherwise just me experimenting with my OCs and the main cast. Read at your own risk. Otherwise, I'm just vibing. I do not own Elsword, nor...
