Blackwater Islands driftwood

morgana saw this chance she was given as a marvelous gift. she acted as though this was to be her downfall. she sobbed into the sand. cried over family and home. simple things that only mattered in her life beyond the sea. it’s meaningless here. meaningless to the nightshade who stood above her in cool silence. stared into her steaming glare with a dull gaze.
in this life, she was part of something greater. could she not understand?

pitiful thing.

this is not my decision. she shook her head. the god has willed this. they’ve given you this second life for a reason.

she whispers, do not waste it.

then paused.

i am the speaker.