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Ascent of the White Dragon | Chapter 9 - The Terrene Group

aaand here’s chapter 9! I will be going on a week-long hiatus, meaning I won’t post this Sunday, bc I've got some midterm essays. thanks again for the patience, and enjoy the chapter!

word count (ch. 9): 8,723

~ new chapter every Sunday ~

1 week hiatus: no new chapter on Sunday, 2/19.

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“Morgana,” Merlin said as he closed the solar door behind him.

Morgana’s eyes flicked to him before refocusing on her desk. She leaned over the surface with two hands, staring or, really, glaring at the text.

“You should be departing any moment now,” Morgana said. Her voice was toneless and bored. “Don’t cause a delay. Arthur won’t leave without you.”

Merlin frowned bitterly and pinched his brows. “What happened to ‘there will always be a place’ for me in Demetae?”

“Allow me to rephrase,” Morgana said. It was like she paid him less mind than the burn of dust and decay in their noses. “You won’t leave Arthur.”

Merlin’s fingertips curled into his palms. “You’re unbelievable.”

Morgana said nothing. She didn’t blink at the book in her sight.

“You decide and un-decide everything all by yourself, even when it affects others more,” Merlin continued. He became more and more irritated as he watched Morgana pretend to be unaffected. “Aren’t you going to explain yourself even a little?”

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