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Myshanea: Aftermath
Part: 1
-Make Sure You Read The Prologue-
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One, Morgana Maraya stayed crouched down upon a legde of an old styled Big Ben kind of clock. Her eyes flicked left to right reading carefully a letter that was in her hands.

"This..," Morgana began to say out loud to herself than looked up at the name at the top of page, "Merlin girl is melodramic." Morgan sighed inwardly and slowly pushed off from her toes to a standing postion.

Carefully holding the letter with her arm extended with only a thumb and an index finger holding onto the corner of the paper. "Hmm, not my problem." she mumbled to herself again.

Releasing her light hold on the paper, it fell downward till the breeze picked it up. Blowing the message away to a new unknown location. From Morgana's view it blew softly in a wind, even infront of the moon ecliping her view of the moon fo less than a second.

She shook her head once the page was to far away to see. Morgan took step back than a quick step forward and a jump off the clock tower. A sucidal feet first free fall. With the ground coming fast ahead she unfurled what seemed to be invisable wings from her back. They worked like a parachute, jerking her back skyward. Winched lightly Morgana beated her wings and tilted her pitch up in order to land on the group at a saver speed.

Yeah, so what if she was one of these 'angels' that Merlin was talking about-but so was Merlin. Did not mean anything more than what she was cursed that some of her species was notorious at messing things up royally.

The thought of fixing this unknown repitation was on her mind, but she came here to lay low, blend in. Her job wasnt to save to world.

Despite a whole city being distoried by a litterally un-earthly power, most blamed it on the goverment thinking it was the next Roswell.

Which is one reason that it wasnt her job to save the world. Humans, by what she had seem with living with them, were a very curious breed. Morgana had to doubt in her mind that they wouldnt throw any of her kind into a cage. Try to firgure out which gene allowed them I have wings. Who needs gasoline when one can fly to anywhere they needed? Or just to have the chance to fly. They could think of many reasons to let them get away with it.

Morgana's blue eyes scanned her proximity, looking for any signs that someone had seem her. As usual no was around this area. This section dispite its look was quite dangerous. Gangs were around yes, but what was more dangerous was looned who brought into the story that since one city was in ruins all the rest would be soon. Now those where the dangerous types.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small miligram aspirn and popped it into her mouth. Slowly closing her eyes she made her wings seem to melt into her back. The process being a bit painful giving her a contant backack since she couldnt walk around with wings on a daily baises.

Everyones lifes has its littles quirks. These are my lifes I quess.