Post by TJ on Jan 9, 2008 10:55:39 GMT -5
His voice was wavering, wet tears still stained over his grief-stricken facial features. “Morgan?” The inquiry was simple, stating his unbelief that it was the real Morgan who was there, the girl whom he loved and held to himself closely. From what he remembered, his sister-like companion was going to her relatives for the holidays; at least that was what she had told him. TJ was both shocked and surprised that she ended up staying for the holidays at Firefox University, so he wanted to make sure it was her. Wiping away a stray tear lingering on his chin, the boy stared into the crimson eyes of his sister, Morgan Pendragon. “Morgan, is that you?” he asked again, choking on his remaining tears due to his hysterical state.
“Yes, Torrid, I am the one you would identify as Morgan Pendragon. However, I am not the true Morgan Pendragon. I am a fabrication of your subconscious imagination, emulating the actions of the real girl you know. So, in a sense, I am Morgan Pendragon. And since I play that role, I assume you shall call me Morgan.” The girl’s tone was quite monotone, emotionless and clear. She stood straight, her gleaming crimson eyes sparkling into the deep pools in TJ’s irises. The brown-haired ruffian was quite perplexed at the current situation. If she was a figment of his imagination, then where was he? Had he gone crazy, or was he simply delirious? “Morgan,” the recovering boy said rather slowly, deciding to delve further into the mystery, “What do you mean by this? If you’re a figment of my subconscious imagination, then where am I?” The girl waited for TJ to finish, and then answered quite simply. “Yes,” her voice answered, “I can answer this. You are in a shock, so right now your soul lies in your subconscious.”
“What? Why am I still in my subconscious? Didn’t I wake up yet?” “No,” Morgan said, “For there are things you need to resolve in your soul. These things will be shown to you in due time. Please, follow me.” TJ straightened up and slightly tensed. “Wait,” he said, his voice rising to a higher volume level, “What if I don’t want to resolve these issues? Why can’t I just go into the world and face the issues like a man?” Morgan chuckled softly, the first sign of emotion coming from her fabricated being. She flexed her spidery fingers, feeling a soft hem on her white robe. “You will not be able to face up to your fears. In fact, you probably would not survive the emotional pain. You have to decide and convince yourself of fears you’ve been shadowing for a long time, and banish them from your heart. Now please, follow me.” The Ravenclaw boy slowly pulled himself up, using the bedpost as a support.
The boy followed through the small doorframe, a mist of mystery shrouding the two beings as they disappeared behind the wooden door. The brass knob clicked, and the room was completely empty.
“Yes, Torrid, I am the one you would identify as Morgan Pendragon. However, I am not the true Morgan Pendragon. I am a fabrication of your subconscious imagination, emulating the actions of the real girl you know. So, in a sense, I am Morgan Pendragon. And since I play that role, I assume you shall call me Morgan.” The girl’s tone was quite monotone, emotionless and clear. She stood straight, her gleaming crimson eyes sparkling into the deep pools in TJ’s irises. The brown-haired ruffian was quite perplexed at the current situation. If she was a figment of his imagination, then where was he? Had he gone crazy, or was he simply delirious? “Morgan,” the recovering boy said rather slowly, deciding to delve further into the mystery, “What do you mean by this? If you’re a figment of my subconscious imagination, then where am I?” The girl waited for TJ to finish, and then answered quite simply. “Yes,” her voice answered, “I can answer this. You are in a shock, so right now your soul lies in your subconscious.”
“What? Why am I still in my subconscious? Didn’t I wake up yet?” “No,” Morgan said, “For there are things you need to resolve in your soul. These things will be shown to you in due time. Please, follow me.” TJ straightened up and slightly tensed. “Wait,” he said, his voice rising to a higher volume level, “What if I don’t want to resolve these issues? Why can’t I just go into the world and face the issues like a man?” Morgan chuckled softly, the first sign of emotion coming from her fabricated being. She flexed her spidery fingers, feeling a soft hem on her white robe. “You will not be able to face up to your fears. In fact, you probably would not survive the emotional pain. You have to decide and convince yourself of fears you’ve been shadowing for a long time, and banish them from your heart. Now please, follow me.” The Ravenclaw boy slowly pulled himself up, using the bedpost as a support.
The boy followed through the small doorframe, a mist of mystery shrouding the two beings as they disappeared behind the wooden door. The brass knob clicked, and the room was completely empty.