Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked. Send “Who did this to you?” to help my muse. or send “Serves you right” to provoke them.
A voice? Morgana’s voice? This can’t be true!
Initially the voice was muffled, the shock hadn’t quick left Elysia. Her head looked up, her eyes, while glazed over, looked full of hope. Her right eye’s black sclera was only emphasized by the bruising around that area. She almost looked emaciated as she turned to face the figure, fallen feathers shifting as her wings moved too. Despite the sheer amount of feathers on the floor, Elysia’s wings looked fairly intact, if ruffled and drooped down.
Her eyes were trying to focus on the figure in front of her, and eventually her eyes lit up further as she could see her fully. She was about to speak…
But then Morgana’s words registered.
What did she just say? She has no right to say that to you. Nobody deserves this. She wishes to provoke you.
Elysia’s features twisted, she bared her teeth, and her eyes narrowed as she slowly stood up. She found strength she never knew she had through anger. If Morgana wished to provoke Elysia, then she’d get it.
There are no chains holding you back. She never has and never will care about you, Elysia. You know what to do. Put her in your position. Remind her of loneliness and pain. Or better yet… Tear her apart.
Her wings dragged on the floor alongside her as she took two steps forward. Pain shot across her face, she hadn’t moved for quite some time and she was somewhat stiff. She hesitated. Then she snarled as she cracked her bones. The voice that came pouring out of her mouth was distorted, corrupted even. A mix of Elysia’s, and Lesthael’s. It was clear that she’d allowed her father to get into her head.