Lights Out
“Morgan!”
The cry to a familiar face came out more startled than she would have intended, but scolding herself over it can be saved for another time. Firstly Excalibur, and then the sword granted as a replacement - robbed by whatever villainous antics those in charge were up to.
Silver boots charged across the earthen path, to close the distance between them. During the last swarm of unusual monsters, he had been an ally - but this time, it was a mixture of fear and confusion which led her to him. All displays had been eradicated, and them left with nothing in-hand. Only the terror of hearing monstrous howling from nearby.
“Thank goodness you’re alright. Have you heard any information about what’s happening? Dusk arrived much earlier than yesterday. I feel only dread; the atmosphere transformed maliciously and I’ve no weapon to fight with if trouble is brewing“.
