"Morgan what is that up there?" Becca could tell that her new ally recognised that light. Her expression was of strange confusion. Morgan looked at the young girl with something akin to... embarrassment? Shame? It was hard to tell. Morgan didn't exactly show the depths of her personality to others- though certainly showed her joy to Becca. But now the young girl was seeing another side to her. Something very broody.
"There is a story..." Morgan began ominously. "-a witch, who dared to challenge the gods themselves. She... wanted to make the world a better place." In a way it was an inspiring story. Some small person, daring to challenge the status quo, so that their world could be whatever they wanted it to be, instead of some... interloper? It was daring and magnificent. Something she would hope to inspire to be like.
"What happened?"
"She summoned a monster that she couldn't control. Using a special kind of power" Nobody knew what that power was but... "Once summoned it could not be 'un-made'... so she sent it away, somewhere. Then she put the gods to sleep, but the spell also put herself in deep slumber." At least that's how she interpreted the story. She wasn't sure how much was true- wait 'true'? It was just a legend. No more then another version of Pandora's box.
"An' that light is somethin' to do with that monster? How do you know any of this?"
"I... I dunno," Said Morgan unsure. How could she know? Yet the signs were all there. A slowing of the light around the sun and... she could feel that chill. The coldness... the sheer wrongness that felt so familiar. "It... it was a mistake... Come on we have to keep going."
