#PLEASE SHE MEANS THE WORLD TO MEESE

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ok so as i said before in my last post, this is a drabble.piece that will eventually make it's way into my full hl oc fic when I fully sit down and write it! morgan, my oc, is an orphan when we meet her in the beginning of the school year, having lost her parents and brother. when I post my full fic it'll make more sense also pls I am itching to talk about her with other hl creators/players.

enjoy!!!

It's her parents.

It's Jacob.

It's neither.

The third time someone dies in front of and for Morgan, it's Professor Fig. Her teacher and personal mentor. Her father figure, the man who saved her from certain early death and disease and doom from the sickly, dirty streets of London.

Her savior, if she were to be so bold.

“No!” She cries, tears welling in her eyes as she chances the glance away from Ranrok to Fig on the ground. A hurt, tortured, failed scream claws its way through her, leaving her as she deals the final blows to Ranroks's magically mutilated form, bursting him to bits.

The dust settles. 

Silence rings in Morgan's ears—or is that just the memory of her parents and brother dying in front of her playing on loop as she forces her trembling legs to carry her to Fig, lying still and just barely breathing on the ground. 

“Professor…?” Morgan says, her voice weak and cracking, sounding terribly choked up and on the brink of tears as she kneels at his side.