fay_morgan: (eyes closed)
Knowing she would live forever was much different than actually experiencing it.

Morgan le Fay flew high above the metropolis below, her sharp eyes catching every detail below. With every beat of her wings, she felt her disgust growing. The metal carriages that have been so popular for so long fill the air with nasty smelling fumes. Worse were the flying machines that thought they could draw her into their engines.

As she flew, she contemplated her plan to return to society as a force to be reckoned with. Morgan could so easily topple the democratic governments and reestablish herself as the new royalty, from the first line of British kings. She would have ancient legend on her side, and could easily vanquish any foe who decided to contend with her.

But then again, causing chaos in anonymity could perhaps just as easily keep her entertained without the added burdens of appeasing a country into thinking everything she did was in their best interests. This thought in mind, she alighted atop a large statue in the middle of a park and let out a squawk much louder than the small raven should have been capable of producing.

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Morgan le Fay

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