Fiction: Power (131 words)

24 Jul

No one was quite sure what had happened. Not really.  There were five or six minutes that no one could properly explain what happened during them, and then there was Morrigan, standing alone in the middle of the room, looking like she had never looked before literally radiating power.  Anything that was made of glass had shattered. There were small fires being put out all over the room.  The room could have been otherwise described as chaos, but not a single person was hurt.  Shattered glass and fires, but not a single scratch, not a single burn.

And then it was like a wind died down. Morrigan looked like Morrigan again, and she quietly excused herself to go to her room. No one tried to stop her.  Who would have dared?

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Posted by on July 24, 2015 in Stories


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