Morrigan- The Phantom Queen

Do you know how all the stories start? Once upon a time, there was a beautiful castle, where a beautiful princess or a handsome prince lived... All the stories start the same... romance everywhere, happy endings... all kinds of cheesy stuff. 

I had enough... I wish I could read a story where the main character dies and the evil mastermind hidden in the dark castle wins... well, or so I thought...

My story goes like this... 

I was a poor girl from a small and insignificant village. Nothing out of the ordinary about me. I was a common pale girl who didn't do anything out of the ordinary, either. The only thing that was different about me, was my name. My parents called me Morrigan. My mother told me that it means the Phantom Queen or the Great Queen. On the contrary, I thought this name was never intended to be mine. I don't even know why my parents called me like this. They seem to like out-of-ordinary things, and maybe I was one of them. 

One day, while I was walking through the forest, I heard someone calling my name. `It might be the wind` I said to myself. Nobody knew who I was, anyway. Or at least this is what my family told me. I tried to ask them, about my name, about all that mysterious aura that seemed to surround our family. It also seemed weird to me the fact that we were the only family living on the outskirts of the forest...

But they never answered me... they told me all kinds of other things just to make me forget about `the improper questions` that I was asking them so often. I gave up eventually... but instead, I tried to look for the answers by myself. 

-Morrrrigan!!!!!

I heard the noise once again... even louder than before... 

-MORRRIGAN!!!!!

It seemed like the sound was coming from behind...

-Morrigan...Morrigan...

The sound seemed to engulf everything... But I wasn't afraid of it. I felt like it was the voice of someone from the long past. Someone dear, maybe... 

  I closed my eyes... and felt someone touching my right hand... a gentle touch... but that was all...

Nothing else...

When I opened my eyes... there was such a stillness in the air... Everything stood still waiting for something... or for SOMEONE... 

I heard some crows in the distance... And the howl of a wolf...

Other people would have been petrified... But I wasn't... Instead, I felt happy and curious...

Like I found something that was missing from life...

I was free...

And maybe, maybe, I could also find the `secrets` that my family was trying so hard to conceal...

Who I was? And why was I called Morrigan?

Two weeks later, I returned to the same spot. I was hoping to hear or feel that sensation and being once again...

While I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear the approaching steps...

ONE... TWO... THREE...

And the same voice as before called my name...

-Morrigan...

Having heard the name, I turned and saw a tall, dark figure who was coming towards me. I couldn't see his face because it was covered, but I had the feeling that I knew him from somewhere...

I might have seen him in a dream... or a nightmare... 

He called my name again... and then...NOTHING...

This is all that I can remember... When I woke up, I was eager to find the answers for everything that happened...

But again, I didn't feel bad... I felt like my heart was beating fast for the first time in a long time... I felt IT... my heart was beating... It didn't happen before... or as far as I remembered... Even my hands were looking different... They were no longer grey and cold ... but they were warm... I bit my lips and I felt the blood coming from them... 

What did it happen to me? I felt like I woke up from such a long sleep... The Nature around me was so livid before... but this time was alive and marvelous... I touched the trees and felt their harsh barks...

I was scared at first... but then I was happy... Why was I so happy? 

What did that being do to me? 

And when I will meet him again? 

I MET HER AGAIN...

MY MORRIGAN...

  -So children, what story should we read? 

-Why don't we read about the story of Morrigan and her count? How she died instead of him and became a ghost, losing all her memories in the process... and how he is still looking for her after thousands of times... 

-Yes, that one is a good one...

-We never found the ending, anyway...

Yes, nobody could find the ending... Every time someone was reading the story, that person became part of the story... for some, the story had a happy ending...

But for others...

Yet the story lived on and on...

And maybe they still live today...

Maybe the count is still looking for his wife... or maybe they met... and she recovered her memories... 

Many stories have happy endings...

The evil is defeated... and the good wins...

My story altogether was different from the start...

If I was good or bad... this is for you to decide...