Father Sun had risen to the highest peak in his journey to catch his beautiful
mate, Mother Moon. The forests loomed with sheer brilliance as his golden beams
landed upon each and every leaf and petal. Morgana sat within her chapel of
flowers, meditating upon the current events. She was clothed in a massive robe
of burgundy silks, each of her fingers adored with golden rings, and her
chestnut brown hair was intertwined with a set of antlers carved with mystical
glyphs and runes. Under her breath, she uttered Druidic incantations and
Natural Charms, asking the Great Spirits to bless her while she theorizes the
health of Nature when combined with the siphoning evil of the Taint. The winds
picked up suddenly, making her pointed Elfen ears twitch, and it whipped around
her as if answering that they will take her prayers. Morgana smiled, her
delicate peach lips curving up to reveal her stunning white teeth, the winds
had sent her request to the Spirits, and she knew it.

With a silken voice she cried out to reply, "I thank thee, Spirits. May the
winds bring you my message as soon as possible; I shall await your reply."

She lowered her head giving thanks to the winds, as she stretched languidly
and stood upon the soft verdant green grasses. Morgana's height was rather
imposing; she stood at an approximate six foot. Again she lowered her head,
extended her arm, and uttered more Druidic spells. The faint rustle of the
trees happened, and from this rustle appeared a stunning mahogany stag. She
greeted the innocent creature, petting it softly, and quickly mounted. Morgana
whispered delicately into the stag's ear, "Lead me back to the Moonhart Mother
Tree, sweet child of White Hart." The stag responded with a nod, and began to
trot towards the Grace of the Serenwilde, the Moonhart Mother Tree.

The pristine and ethereal glow of the Moonhart Mother Tree welcomed Morgana
back into its blessed graces. Surrounding the Tree were numerous fellows of the
Commune of Serenwilde. And there stood the Hierophant of the Hartstone, Damael
Vicor. He was dressed in elegant robes of rich emerald green, and he wore upon
his head, above his motley top of black hair, the Crown of the Hartstone.
Instantly, Damael greeted Morgana.

"Ah, Morgana how does thy fair?" he asked sincerely.

She smiled kindly and replied, "I am well, Hierophant. Thank you for asking,
how are you?"

"Oh, fine, fine. The work of White Hart is a heavy burden, but I embrace it."

Morgana smiled, as her violet eyes briefly glanced upon the Moonhart Mother
Tree. The Tree was brimming with energy, the power that the very forests gave
it. Damael was still babbling on the ‘Work of White Hart', she never understood
what he meant, possibly for the reason that she drowned out his voice. But, as
Damael continued he mentioned something different that he usually talks about,
he mentioned something about Ethereal Gloriana. Ethereal Gloriana was a
beautiful place, home to Mother Night and Brother Raven, yet as Gloriana
struggled against a powerful cloud of Taint looming there way its ethereal
counterpart seemed to reflect the forest more so that ever.

"Excuse me, what about Gloriana, Hierophant?" she asked.

"Oh, well, um, the forest is getting pushed closer and closer to the taint.
Not meaning the forest is movin', just ah, the cloud above Hallifax, aye. The
Ethereal Realm, particularly the Ethereal Gloriana is taking more and more of
the same appearance as the Prime Forest. Very odd it is."

This worried Morgana greatly. What would happen if Gloriana became tainted? If
the cloud above the city of Hallifax fell upon the forest? Would the Ethereal
counterpart become tainted as well?

"Hierophant, have the Moon Coven decided to send anyone to investigate this?
Or even the Serenguard, by any chance?" Morgana asked.

"Nay, the Moon Coven has been dealing with the Fae and the Sisters of the
Moon. It seems that Mother Moon is particularly worried about something, only
they do not know what. The Serenguard have not dispatched anyone either," he
responded.

"Would it be possible for me to go out and study the process of Gloriana and
the Ethereal Gloriana, Sir? I mean, I would have to speak with the leader of
the Raven Circle, but if this taint can cause such ruckus with Gloriana, it
surely could do the same in Serenwilde."

Damael nodded as he listened. He knew well and good that the taint could do
the same to Serenwilde. But the Marshall, Vale Da'Rashat, would never allow
anyone go and investigate without the approval of the Great Spirits.

"Morgana, I know you mean well and all, but Vale will not let me have you
study the Taint without permission from one of the Great Spirits. ‘Tis
dangerous you know."

"I know, Hierophant. But…" Morgana's words trailed off. She hoped that the
winds would send her request, but if they did not hurry, the taint could
overtake great Gloriana before anyone could have time to learn how to prevent
from it.

"Alright, Hierophant. I will drop this subject, at least for now. Hopefully,
the Great Spirits will understand my want to know about this corruption of the
Natural Realm, and will give us a sign to proceed with our research."

Morgana created a fake smile; she didn't want to drop the subject. She nodded
politely towards Damael, and they both exchanged their farewells. Morgana again
leaned into the ear of the young stag she was riding, "Lead me to the Hartstone
Grove, dear child of White Hart." The stag shook its regal head up and down,
nodding as it began to trot through the dense forest.

Serenwilde forest always held an air of mystery, a seductive force regardless
of its inhabitants. Morgana loved this atmosphere that the spirits have blended
with the natural world, and it made it seem that the forest was alive. She
looked upon the verdant leaves of the trees; each of them painted with a fine
layer of golden sunlight almost disappearing for dusk was approaching. The
trees themselves seemed to move around, and whisper secrets to each other.
Morgana thought it would be a shame if this place fell into the dark graces of
the taint, how it would possibly be perverted into something vile. She
shuddered at this thought. Before she could dwell further upon this dangerous
possibility, her stag mount entered the opening to the Hartstone Grove. Once
inside the heart of the Grove, Morgana dismounted her stag friend, and
whispered her farewells.

The Grove of the Hartstone Circle is always a beautiful site to see, pristine
and protected from even the very wilderness that it sits within. Morgana made
her way through new Dedicants of the Druidic Path, straight to the Circle of
Stones. This spot always was favoured by her; it brought together the essence
of physical and metaphysical with just simple rock formations. There she
spotted one of her oldest friends, Taran Aplete. Taran was a tall woman,
perhaps a small measurement taller than Morgana herself. Her hair was the color
of acorns, her eyes being the color of verdant leaves.

Taran asked, "How are thee, Morgana? Her eyes gleamed with sincere curiosity.

Morgana greeted Taran with a simple smile, and quickly replied, "I am well,
Taran. Thank you, how about yourself?"

"I am well, just a tad bit tired."

Morgana nodded empathically, as she then quirked, "So how is Alast?

Alast was Taran's husband, who left to study the terrain and the herbal
healings within Gloriana Forest. He was a kind man, yet, if one makes him mad,
oh goodness, he will blow off with anger.

"Alast is well, also. He writes every week, his studies keep him busy."

Soon an awkward silence fell upon the both of them. Even though both of them
were good friends, their recent work and studies have been straining on their
friendship. Morgana glanced about, to herself busy during the situation.
Suddenly, a faint gust of wind blew into the Grove from the forests, and with
it a faint ghostly whisper, "Child of the Hart, your request has been given to
the Spirits." Morgana blinked multiple times as she listened, she didn't
believe that her request would be given so soon. She glanced back at Taran, who
at this time was fiddling with her tailoring tools.

"Excuse me, Taran. But I must take my leave," she said politely. Taran nodded
to her and smiled, as she gave her a friendly hug and then went back to her
fiddling. Morgana turned about and left the Circle of Stones, and then the
entire Grove. Night had fallen upon the Basin, and the lights of various other
creatures, the stars, and the Moon flickered within the darkness.

The stars continued to twinkle within the darkness of the Forest, as Morgana
glance about looking for any presence. There where none within the area. She
smiled softly, knowing that it had to be the Spirits, not some illusion crafted
by a mortal that watched her prayers. She yawned; the day of meditation had
weakened her, and made her tired. Quickly, she moved back into the Grove and
found herself a small crevice, a hard to notice spot, and fell into her own
dreams until Father Sun rose into the skies once again.

Once again, Father Sun rose into the skies, his Morning Crown glowing with
brilliance as the soft touch of another pressed against Morgana's shoulder.
With a small groan, Morgana wakened, her eyes still looking tired as she let
loose an enormous yawn. There, before Morgana was Damael Vicor, once again.

"Good Morning, Fair Morgana," he said with a simple smile.

Morgana greeted him with a smile back, but said nothing. Her mind was weary
and tired, oddly enough, for she was rarely tired when she wakes.

"I have a message from the Marshall himself. He wishes that you report to the
Moonhart Mother Tree, and meet him there. From then on, you both will be taking
a stroll about the Forest. I do not know why."

Morgana knew very well and why he wished to speak with her. The Winds told her
that the Spirits received her message, and the Spirits must have told the
Marshall while she entered her sleep. Morgana stood up, and stretched
languidly. Damael was taller than her, only by a little bit. She nodded her
head towards him, gesturing that she understood and then replied.

"I understand, Hierophant. And I will make way there with great Haste. White
Hart be with Thee," she said with as she made the Sign of Hart.

Damael nodded as well, and he too made the Sign of White Hart. Quickly, Damael
bowed to her and enter deeper into the Druidic Grove. Morgana glanced about, her
eyes falling upon everything, noticing the footsteps of people. Then she went on
bended knee, and began to spout spells and charms to Nature itself. Soon, the
ground shook slightly and brought forth a golden sickle, brimming with power.
Morgana took hold of it in her right hand and then lowered her head to thank
the very powers that gave this to her. She let her eyes glance about quickly,
and then let loose a somber melody, a combination of prayer and song. The
unique sound wafted into the aether and in moments the majestic mahogany stag
which Morgana rode yesterday appeared from the vibrant forest. Once again,
Morgana mounted the stag and whispered into its ear, "Find me the Marshall,
Great Child." The stag nodded, and began its long trot.

The long trek was bearable, for Morgana was rather excited about what this
meeting might portend to. The sun gleamed upon her head, the soft heat warming
her figure as she watched the forest while the stag moved through little
crevices. The majestic creature seemed to know exactly where it was going. In
moments, the stag brought Morgana to a small glade deep within the heart of the
Serenwilde; there stood Vale, imposing as ever. He was a tall Elfen, hair the
color of autumn leaves and eyes as dark as coal. His skin was tanned slightly,
and was covered in dark green leather embroidered with silver script and
images. His hands clenched the hilts of two longswords, still tucked in their
sheaths as he turns towards Morgana's arrival. With a simple smile and nod, he
took Morgana's hand and helped her dismount. Morgana glanced at her stag
friend, which shook its head up and down and quickly left the glade without her
mentioning a word.

"Greetings, Dear Morgana," he said in a silky smooth voice.

"Greetings, Marshall Vale."

Vale seemed to cringe when he was called by his title. Vale, of all people
disliked being called by a title given to him, regardless if people believed he
was best qualified.

"Morgana, do you know why I asked of your presence?"

She shook her head, even though she believed she already knew what was going
to be talked about during this meeting of sorts.

"I was within the Great Grove of Brother Hart, and the Great Spirit whispered
to me in common tongue oddly enough. He said to me, ‘Hail, Great Marshall of
serene Serenwilde. I speak to thee for the winds have told me many secrets, one
of which I wish to bequeath unto thee. Within the domain of the Forest, a young
and powerful Druidess lies in wake. Her power is steady, and her mind grows
brighter by each day. I request that she be one of the few allowed to study the
situation which Gloriana and Ethereal Gloriana is stuck within.' Then he said,
‘This Druidess is called by the name of Morgana.' And then, he stopped
speaking."

Morgana nodded as she heard. She was happy that White Hart himself spoke, and
suggested her. The winds said the Great Spirit received her plea, and she was
glad that the Great Spirit had such belief in her. She glanced at Vale, who was
pacing about in a circle. She remembered the time when Vale was younger, and she
and he were courting. But those times have changed, she was different now, and
he was a lot colder and distant.

"Anyways, with this in mind, by official request I allow you to go to the
Leader of the Raven Circle of Gloriana, Brennan Stormcrow, and being your
research."

He nodded, although he looked hurt, oddly. He appeared to be saddened that he
allowed her to leave; perhaps he felt some odd connection still.

Morgana nodded, as she then took Vale by the hand and thanked him, "I promise
nothing will happen to me Vale, nothing at all. And thank you for the
permission to leave; I know you really do not want me to go."

Vale glanced at her and smirked, "So my so-called ‘Mask of Emotion' has been
revealed?"

She grinned, as she replied, "It was never put on."

Both of them laughed for a couple moments as Morgana's stag companion
reappeared from the Forests. He shook its head up and down, gesturing for her
to mount. She looked at the creature curiously, wondering if it always knew
when she was finished with things. Morgana shrugged, as Vale helped her mount
the stag.

"Stay safe, Morgana," Vale said, his voice still holding a slight note of
sadness.

Morgana nodded as she whispered into the stag's ear, "Lead me to the Moonhart
Mother Tree, Great Child of the Hart." Again, the stag nodded, and the long
trot towards the Grace of Serenwilde commenced.

The Moonhart Mother Tree gleamed with pristine silver light, as the rays of
Father Sun glanced upon its trunk. Surrounding the Tree was a coven of five
Moon Coven Wiccans, dancing and praying to their Great Spirit Mother Moon. She
greeted one of them, as a young male and female broke the circle, allowing
Morgana entrance into the center next to the Tree. Morgana placed her hand upon
the Moonhart Mother Tree, and concentrated her power. She felt her body, and the
body of her stag friend meld into the very tree itself; finding herself within
the whimsical, yet haunting realm of the Ethereal Plane. The unique atmosphere
of the Ethereal Realm glistened with supernatural light, faint shimmers glowing
and beams of moonlight appearing out of nowhere. Again, Morgana leaned and
whispered into the ear of her stag friend, saying, "Take me to the Great Master
Ravenwood Tree."

Through Ethereal Serenwilde, Morgana went into the village of Faethorn, ruled
by Her Royal Majesty, Queen Maeve. Morgana never seen the Queen, only her
Honour Guard and other Faethorn representatives. As the stag continued, she saw
young Fae children run about laughing joyously as they saw the creature, petting
it as it rode by. Morgana smiled at them all, as the trot passed out of the
boundaries of the village of Faethorn and into the realm of Ethereal Gloriana.
The Domain of Mother Night was gloomy and filled with shadows; the stag however
did not care and continued to push Morgana through the crevices of the Ethereal
Forest. It was not long until Morgana's eyes were fixated on the ebony wood of
the Master Ravenwood, its dark leaves falling upon the ground as a brief gust
of wind blew by. Again, Morgana placed her hands upon the trunk of the massive
ebony tree, and she felt as she melded into it stag and all. Her eyes glanced
upon the new area which she was in, the Heart of Gloriana Forest.

Within the very heart of the Forest, many dark robed Wiccans stood about each
one speaking prayers towards the Dark Lady Night, honoring her. None of them
looked upon Morgana, no meeting her eye to eye, all concentrated on their
prayers. Her eyes soon fell upon the creature of Brennan Stormcrow. Brennan was
the imposing Druid of the Raven Circle; hair the color of the feathers of
Brother Raven and eyes of the same shadowy hue, while his skin a complete
contrast. He was clothed in black garments as well, except his were embellished
with the symbols of Raven. Morgana greeted him, and he nodded towards her as he
reached out to help her down from her stag mount. Once off her mount, Morgana
glanced at the stag, which began to trot away from the Ravenwood Tree. She
smiled as she turned her glance back at Brennan.

"Greetings, Fair Morgana. The Marshall of Serenwilde told me of your coming, I
presume you are well?" he asked in a smooth voice.

"I am well, High Druid of Raven. And of you?"

Brennan smiled as he replied, "I am well enough. Now, excuse me for getting
hasty, but I wish to get you started in your research as soon as possible."

Morgana nodded at him, as they both headed northwards out from the glade of
the Ravenwood, wandering aimlessly within the Forest.

"Now, many of our wildlife have begun to alter slowly. We are curious about if
this is a link to the cloud above the crystalline city of Hallifax. We have very
little information on what is happening, even with so many working on this
project of ours, we still have little. All we can do is be patient and work
constantly," Brennan said, his voice now having a subtle hardness to it.

He glanced at Morgana, looking at her facial expressions, and then continued,
"You must excuse me, but we have very little work left within the Raven Circle
Grove. So, you will be one of the few who do not have a room. Is that alright,
Miss Morgana?"

Morgana smiled as Brennan called her ‘Miss', and she replied quickly, "That is
perfectly fine."

He nodded again, "Well, that is good to hear. Some of the others from
Serenwilde fight for a room. But anyways, if you can get to work as soon as
possible, I would greatly appreciate it."

She nodded and smiled at him, and he too smiled back. Morgana glanced about,
to notice her location, and she found herself in a unique little area not to
far from the Black Tower of the Night Coven. Father Sun was at his highest
point within the skies, his beams shining and dispelling the shadows within the
Forest of Night. Brennan inclined his head towards Morgana, and whispered,
"Anything you need clarified?" She shook her head, she understand very well
what was needed. He nodded, and then bowed to her both of them exchanging
farewells, and Brennan left with great haste. There stood Morgana, in the
middle of the Larder.

Morgana glanced about, curious about what she was supposed to do next. She
simply shrugged as she kneeled down to the ground and pulled out a leather
bound journal from her robes. Her eyes gave the numerous plants an examining
glance. Morgana dutifully record her observations, which were not quite good at
the moment. She spoke some natural incantations and pointed her golden sickle at
the plants, watching them grow and dance wildly by the magick. Again, she
recorded her observations which still nothing extreme happened. A brief sigh
came from her, but she continued testing, using various other Druidic and
Natural Magicks and recording what happens to the vegetation. Morgana did this
for at least two hours on end, using spell after spell, with nothing changing
or perhaps a small alteration with the plants.

Father Sun was still rather high in the sky when he came. While Morgana wrote
in her journal, a tall Elfen male appeared in front of her, greeting her with a
warm smile.

"Alast," Morgana whispered.

It was Taran's Alast. He was clothed in the clothing of the Raven Druids, a
cloak of black cloth covering his head so that it was hard to notice any of
features expect how he presented himself to her. Alast has a limp in his right
leg; this limp oddly enough had been unable to be healed by the soothing
magicks of the Moondance Wiccans. Alast kneeled down to Morgana, and lowered
his head, revealing his porcelain skin, his silver hair, and his deep blue
eyes. Alast looked rather different than Taran, but she suspected it was this
unique look of his that lead Taran to him.

"Morgana, it has been a long time since I have seen you. I presume that you
were given permission to study here as well?" he inquired.

She nodded and smiled brilliantly at him. Alast nodded as he glanced upon the
plants which Morgana was observing.

Morgana then asked, "How goes your research, Alast?"

He sighed, and responded, "It goes on, but we have yet to make any progress. I
do not think we will be able to figure out something unless a small part of the
Forest becomes tainted. Because we will just be studying the plants in their
natural state, and their cures, well nothing is going well in that field
either."

Morgana nodded, she understood that really there is no reason to study unless
one of the plants was tainted. But, for some reason, she wanted to come here
and study; she was drawn to Gloriana for some reason. As she contemplated,
Alast looked about a bit and promptly stood.

"Well, Morgana, it is time for me to return to research. Take Care," Alast
said as he waved goodbye.

"Be Well, Alast, and be careful," she replied.

Alast then quickly hurried out to the east, leaving Morgana back to study the
vegetation alone again. Again, she used Druidic incantations and natural charms
to observe the various effects they had upon the plants, and yet again it is all
the same. As noon turned to dusk, Morgana's journal was nearly filled with notes
and other observations. She sighed, as the day was coming to a close, and she
thought about how this will be done day in and day out until something
different happens. She shrugged indifferently, and closed her eyes for a brief
moment. Suddenly, Morgana heard a faint call deep within her mind, a telepathic
voice. "Dearest Morgana, come, I need to speak with you." With a look of
confusion on her face, Morgana saw the visage of Vale. She smiled and then
concentrated momentarily; she removed herself from the physical and sent her
spirit to meet with Vale, who was deep within the Forest of Serenwilde. Once
she returned to the physical portion of the world, she turned about and had the
cold gaze of the Marshall breathing down her.

"Greetings, Morgana," Vale said in a deep tone.

"Greetings, Marshall," she responded.

Vale glanced about a bit, his emotions oddly taking a hold of him. He began to
pace, while he thought of his words. Soon enough, dusk fell into the night and
the shadow beauty of Mother Night took appeared within the realm.

"Morgana, I am sorry but, I ah-…" Vale's words trailed off as a loud crack of
thunder pierced the ether.

Both of them glanced about, and they saw clouds of black encircling the skies
of where Gloriana stood. Powerful bolts of lightening struck the ground there,
as screams and laughing exuded from the area.

"What the…" Morgana whispered.

Then, both of them saw the enigmatic figure, Rowena Nightshade be risen into
the skies, writhed in black light. In moments, the High Priestess of the Night
Coven was lowered into the ground as she screamed and cackled. The sounds of
mystical battle pervaded, as the thundering hoof pounding of centaurs and White
Hart mixed into the loud chaos. Morgana looked at Vale, her face sad and
confused. She quickly brushed her lips against his as she then shed her
physical form, heading towards Alast.

Back within Gloriana, she saw Alast fighting against pale and slow creatures.
He swung his sickle and pointed his cudgel, sending lesions and other mystical
powers against the creature, killing it. More swarmed the two, as Morgana aided
in fighting the beasts off. But their combined power was not enough, for three
of these decaying looking creatures swarmed Alast, defeating him as he let
loose a blood curdling scream. Morgana looked at him in despair, as she quickly
went towards him, trying to help him. But it was too late, the creatures snapped
his neck, and he entered the state of death. Morgana growled and bellowed and
took hold of Alast's cudgel, using both that and her sickle to fight of the
creatures. These undead beasts where easily dispatched as Morgana looked about
in confusion. What happened? What is going on?! She then began to run, trying
to look for Brennan Stormcrow or for Rowena Nightshade, surely they can tell
her what was happening. As she sprinted, she shed her physical form once again,
locating the Night Priestess.

Rowena Nightshade was garbed in living shadows, her hair and eyes the color of
deep light, and her skin the pale colour of the creatures Morgana recently
fought against. Rowena cackled as she called upon mystical power, smashing the
heads of two pixies while yelling, "FAI GLOMDORING!" Morgana watched in horror
as Rowena turned to her, peering at her with eyes filled with evil. What is she
doing?! What happened to Rowena?! Morgana thought. Soon, the shrill call of
Raven pierced the realm of Gloriana, and then the haunting caw of the Crow let
loose upon the forest.

"Child of Hart! Beware as the Mighty Crow hath come! Beware and tremble under
His power!" Rowena screamed.

Rowena uttered a small chant, which flung Morgana against some trees. She
braced herself slightly, taking some of the pain as she swung her sickle and
pointed Alast's cudgel at Rowena, lesions forming on her skin while the knotty
burl explodes and splinters into her. Rowena cackled as she flung Morgana
again.

"Fool! Your pathetic magicks do nothing to me!"

Morgana grimaced as she performed the same actions again, watching Rowena take
hit after hit with glee. The witch then muttered a chant in Elfen, and instantly
all the wounds Morgana dealt were healed, and Morgana screamed in horror.

"Now I shall show you what true magick does, wretched toad," Rowena said.

Rowena made numerous gestures with her hands as a solid ball of black light
appeared. She let her iron gaze fall upon Morgana and nodded as a beam of the
same light went from the ball and slammed itself into Morgana. Morgana screamed
as the energy burned into her flesh, penetrating it and eventually hitting her
heart. The pain was utter agony, and all that Morgana was seeing fell into
blackness.

Morgana found herself in a long hallway, formed out of brick and adorned with
torches. By some odd magick, she was beckoned to move and Morgana began to
slowly take steps down farther into the perilous hall. On the walls, she saw
images of her life, her friends, her parents, everything. Morgana was confused
on where she was, for she had never been her before. As she continued to walk,
Morgana came in front of a massive set of wooden double doors, which opened as
she got closer. Her body walked through these doors, and there Morgana saw the
Three; Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Each one toying with a massive
conglomeration of threads, one measuring, the other weaving, and last cutting.
A brilliant light fell upon the Three, as they each looked at Morgana with eyes
of wrath and ferocity.

"Morgana, I remember you so very well. I saw your birth, I measure it,
contemplated it," said Clotho.

Then her sister Lachesis spoke, "I weaved you in our intricate reality, our
realm. I foresaw your every action, everything you did. Until now."

"Now, with the death of Fair Gloriana, you too must pass into the Veil of
Unlife," Atropos replied.

Morgana's eyes widened as Atropos began to pick up her sheers. She expertly
used her hand to find a long strand of thin thread, glowing in a silver light.
Morgana reached out trying to stop her, trying to yell, but her voice as gone.
Atropos sneered as she readied the sheers and snipped. Instantly, the thread
gleamed black, the odd magick that imbued within it broke the sheers.

As she noticed what happened Atropos yelled, "Back Creatures of Unlife! You
shall not find salvation here!"

Atropos waved her arms which pushed Morgana out of the room, and flung her
deep into the Hallway. Morgana was upon the ground as the hallway shifted and
molded into the darkness that is Gloriana. Morgana looked about confused, as
she heard the cackling of Rowena deep within her mind. You are mine forever,
Child of Hart! Morgana blinked over and over as she peered herself
unscrupulously, noticing her skin fairer than it was before. She placed her
hand over her heart, and heard the deafening sound of no heart beating. She
gasped as she let loose a primal scream, the scream which echoed across
Glomdoring Forest.