Old Shadows

[Morgeth]

The vastness of the empty, dark sky stretched far above her head. Cold, mirthless stars glaring down from a dark canvas to her camp, in which she sat alone. She was often alone, these days. Or at least she felt like she was. Morgeth's fingers reached out to gently touch all three heads belonging to her children, going by them one by one. Kraag, Katashka and Muzg; fruits of her life. And for once, it was not a sour, bitter fruit at that. Morgeth smirked at the thought, and adjusted her seating, to be able to poke a few more logs into the fire. It wasn't such a bad thing, to simply enjoy the silence. But as she peered around her, the dry rock of the Barrens mounting up around her, she could not help but feel a bit worried.

During the tournament, both in her sweet victorious and ultimate defeat, she had felt something pulling at her, from the inside. It whispered secrets of untold glory, and what would come for those daring to reach for it. With every blow taken, every injury inflicted to her, she felt the need for improvement. In due time, she'd grow powerful enough to conquer them all. Morgeth licked her lips upon delving deeper into these thoughts, and shook her head, as she reached for a skin of water. It was dangerous to think like she did, especially with her previous experiences regarding the fel.

Such reason, however, had not been within her grip earlier this very evening. Then she had stood there, her children gathered up in her arms, and stared down the barrel of a pirate's gun. He had sworn that she would not see the daylight again, and Morgeth had defied him. Every fibre of her body had defied him, as was her way, but when he had taken aim on her, incidentally taking aim on her children as well, the warlock had felt it wash over her once more. That dreadful feeling of being powerless. The situation had been resolved, to whatever degree it could be, but the feeling itself had not abandoned Morgeth.

In fact, she felt like she was still staring down that barrel, just waiting for the shot to go off. If she could not protect her young, if she would not be strong, then who would? Her eyes searched her immediate surroundings, only to find nothing. Kozgugore was out there somewhere, but his business had been in Orgrmmar, and it would still take long until he came back. By then, she would be curled up and asleep next to her offspring, granting him no unrest or angry words. Perhaps that was all she had left for this words; insecurities and angry words. Her sisters were all gone. Nazkhur was dead, her skull still hanging from Morgeth's belt, and Mazguul had disappeared, most likely to care for her children.

Full of bitterness, Morgeth snorted. In the end, they had all left her. Perhaps they would come back, perhaps not, but in the end, she knew that she was easily dismissed. She had been that ever since birth, no? Gritting her teeth, the warlock - illuminated by the nearby campfire - let out a soft snarl in annoyance. The tribe celebrated the shamans, and strength in arms, but when would they grow any proper respect for -her- abilities? Perhaps she ought to teach them! Gripped by her own mind, the warlock dug her fingers into the dirt, and let out another growl. A stray whine from Kraag seemed enough, at least for now, to snap her out of it. As she turned towards him, Morgeth's undoubtedly tainted fingers lovingly stroked over the child's now defined features, and even she could not help but smile down to him.

Love, it seemed, could still chase away the shadows of doubt.

[Gnash]

An enjoyable read, you crazy wench

[Claws]

Love your stuff as always Morgeth.

Hows the book coming on. 

[Morgeth]

Thanks for the nice comments <3

[Burgorg]

Enjoy your readings, and like Claw said
Write a book allready.