On the planet of Pira-after the first battle of Geonosis.
Ticara bowed low to the Keeper, the old man came forward and placed a loving kiss upon his only remaining heir. His grand-daughter." What brings our gracious king's newest passion to see an old man?" Sicar saw the disgust on her face as she rose up from her bow. " When?" It was a question all to often asked these days, one that he had no answer for as of yet. He looked out the window at the cherry tree that had grown so well in these 35 years. Under it the sad bundle that the Imprinted one had asked to bury in their garden. With only one glad tiding. The Hope was coming. But not even she'd known the when or the where. In that time he had lost his wife and his children to the annual appeasement of the ogre's. It had been one of his last daughter's guards that had brought back the baby. Saying he dared not anger the Hope by giving the child to the eaters of flesh. Green eyes that now were filled with hate and disgust were a sign of the Hope's soon arrival. One that had kept him and his granddaughter safe from being sacrificed and left her untouched by the old king's loathsome son's abuses. Then five years ago the old king had died and his son had let his eyes wonder onto Ticara. Who had yet another year before her bloom. Untouchable. "Grandfather tell me when. He's feed so many of his wives to that creature in the sand, when their eye's glow pink. I can't stand it any longer. Tell me when she'll come." Sicar took down the small memory ball, passed down from Keeper to Keeper. When all other world's had forgotten her they had kept her memory close. Close for when she would come back, come back and save them. He handed it to her. Ticara's eyes blazed a green fire and she threw it down onto the floor shattering it. The vid flared to life. A red haired woman with green eyes smiled.
" My name is Morgan Demorel. I am the Morgan, Pathbourne, Stranger, the Hope, and even the High Queen of Mandalore. It has been 14 years since I have seen my husband. In that time I have accepted his offspring and other women. I don't expect anyone to understand my reasoning. Not when I don't. I love him. I thought he would see through his brother's lies, so I waited. I waited too damn long instead of acting......" The image fluttered and died. Ticara scrambled to the floor desperate to try putting back together the ancient record. Sicar bent down and caught her hands with his. Tears made her unable to see him clearly. He wiped them away. "Let it go child, it is gone. Look at your own eyes in the mirror. You are a part of her, she is a part of you. In more ways then one.In my room there is a book for you when it is time, but now is not the time. Your guard is waiting for you." Ticara helped him back to his feet. " What happened to her, and to the women and children?" The old fey sighed. "You know the place called the Crater?" She nodded." That was where we had our settlement. We lived together, breed into each other's species. When the last Morgan came there was a meteor shower. There was not enough for all. Many died in the shower, others in the aftermath. Those that did escape in the ship did not all return. It was a hard re-birth and long.
Morgan sat sipping her complimentary champagne while her right hand played with her late husband's crucifix. Tears threatened as her eyes couldn't help but see the empty fourth finger as she raised the glass to her lips again.
" Are you alright my dear?" Her isle sister asked concerned. Morgan let her tears fall. "Oh dear, tell me what's wrong?" Then she must have seen the lighter skin on her fourth finger. " I'm so sorry my child." Morgan accepted the tissue and dried her face. "I'm sorry." The woman snorted.
"Sorry? You? No child. I lost my own man 7 years passed. 35 years and he goes first without me. It's the only rude thing he's ever done. Six children and 12 gran-babies and I have to play both parts. Here aren't they precious?" The woman delivered a heavy wallet into her hands. Morgan smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. At lunch the couple at the window seat had a small argument and asked to change places with them. " They'll clear it up before we land. Newly weds and all. Was there no one else who wished to come and keep you company? Or is someone waiting for you on the ground?" Morgan shook her head, tears forming. Married, widowed and orphaned all on the same day. Why hadn't she died? What reason was there to go on living? There wasn't even a possibility of a child growing inside of her, due to Rion wanting to wait till their wedding night. She felt so cold and alone. Rhiannon shook her head as she looked at her companion. Life could be cruel to the young. Shame all her children were all so happily married. Yet perhaps she could still make a match for her young friend." Why don't you come home with me? Keep these old bag of bones company." Morgan took a calming breath. She was coming over here to end it, not start a new life. She smiled." No I've got everything booked, but give me your address and I'll see if I can find it after one of the tours." Rhiannon doubted the child, but gave it to her just in case.
" I've a better idea. Why don't you give me the address of where you'll be staying and I'll come for tea and stay for supper. Maybe do a little pub crawling later." Morgan laughed, then blushed as it drew people's attention to her. " Yes that would be nice. Thank-you. I'm staying at the Blue Moon over the Stones Inn."The older woman chuckled.
"That ones a fancy tourist trap, but its a nice place as any to lay one's head. I'll come around 4 tomorrow-no the next day. Always takes me the second day to get over the jet lag. The man who runs the place is a bit of a queer duck but a splendid cook and he's always got a good port or something of the like around." Morgan smiled and had to suppress a yawn. "You just lay those eyes down and rest. You've had a rough bit pressing down on you. I'll see if I can't get the love birds to sing more sweetly and in tune with each other." Morgan smiled and let the yawn go as she drifted off. "Miss? Miss? It's time to leave." Morgan woke slowly and then with a start as she noticed the plane's missing vibration.
"How long have I been here?" The elderly man chuckled. " Not long. The old chatter box said to leave you to the last." Morgan bit her lip." I'm sorry she shouldn't have done that." The steward waved it off. "You American's seem to need a bit more down time then most. No harm done. Help you with your bag's?" Morgan shook her head. He nodded and waited for her to come out from the seat. " I do hope you'll be staying with us awhile miss." Morgan smiled. "I have no intentions of ever leaving." The old man smiled broadly and much more warmly." Well then, my name's McCredie, Samuel McCredie. And with such a pretty face as yours the lads will be fighting for your smile. No time at all you'll be married and carrying a wee one to bolster the population." At the bold statement she blushed profusely. "Can I offer you a lift by chance?"
"No thank-you. I've got a car reserved." He nodded and allowed her out first. " Ah well if I came out with you on my arm, my dear loving wife would bludgeon me. Thinking I had taken up with you." He laughed merrily." I'm far to old to be capturing the likes of your heart. Have a heart attack if we got too frisky anyways." Morgan laughed and let him go around the corner first to not cause him any family troubles.
Crossing the street to the car stables, she saw a teenager get out of his. Rusty, small, light, if she had any luck there would be no seat belts. It would be just what she'd want." How much?" She shouted at the youth. The boy turned to her and then behind him looking for someone else.
"Yes you. How much for the jalopy?" She reiterated as she tapped on the trunk of the car.
" I heard you the first time. Why not one from the stables?" Morgan smiled her best smile." I've come home to the motherland and don't want to be taken advantage of like all the other tourists.
You'd be doing me a favor." The teenager eyed her and then the rental shop. "Names Richard, but everyone calls me Dick." He said with a sly smile, she snorted." Do we have a deal or not?" Dick could take a hint but sagged slightly." If your willing, yeah." Morgan rolled her eyes.
"I am. Even after that cheesy come on." The boy pouted. Making her laugh as he disappeared around the corner. Morgan went in through the main entrance. All she saw was a mid-20's young man sloshing his last bit of Guinness.
"Hey Mick!" Dick yelled as he came forward straightening out the bright yellow safety vest.
"Oh for the love of all that's holy." She heard Mick grumble under his breath at the yell.
"You're late prick. Lucky the old man didn't come in or you'd be not only fired but taking your balls home in a pint glass. Richard-Dick and now the prick gave him a nod towards her. "I'm not daft, but since I'm not on bloody duty. I don't give a fig about the client." Richard rolled his eyes. "Sorry miss...." Morgan provided her name. "Morgan Walker." He smiled. "Ah such a lovely name. Sorry for the rowdy, but...." Richard turned back to the other man. " How much you want for that pretty of yours?" Mick laughed and finished his last swallow. " You got to be kidding. You've asked that since the day I thought about selling her. The price is still the same and not a farthing less." Richard growled. " You penny pinching, cross wearing...." Mick tsked and wagged his finger at the younger. " It was your unholy father that married my saintly mother. So keep that in mind when your throwing insults. Cause they'll be at the house for tea and you're expected." Richard drummed his fingers. "Just tell me the be damned price again." Mick grinned from ear to ear. " Not till you give me your word you'll be there at tea time and no funny business. Like coming in the early morning and blind drunk. Woke up not only the babe but 1/2 the neighborhood." Dick eyed the counter and grumbled. Mick coughed."What was that?Didn't quite get that." Dick bristled as he eyed his step-brother. "Unless the devil takes me body and soul I'll be there. Now give me the damned price again." Morgan rolled her eyes, she had things to get set before her end."Here,will 3,000 American dollars buy the damned thing?" Mick flustered as the woman waved the hundred's under his nose.
"Well yes, it would. But I don't know you from Adam." Richard sighed. "Look she's come over to stay-for good. Don't ask me why? America's a pretty spacious place and no IRA." At that the older man snorted and tensed. She got in the middle of the two."Mick is it?" The man shook his head. "It's Rory." Morgan nodded. "Well Rory. He's right. I'm moving here to slow down, get off the fast track and I don't want to be shafted by some fast talking ass. So sell me the car." Rory frowned and folded his arms. "What's in it for him?" Morgan straightened. "We trade." Rory's eye's widened as he looked from her to his younger step-brother. "Yes I know I must be a looney, I've been told on many occasions. Also a stubborn bitch when I want something and I want his car." Rory shrugged and dug out the key's, she handed him the money. Throwing Richard the keys, Rory walked out with the young woman.
"3's too much. Where are you staying, so I can make amends?" Morgan smiled. " Raise a toast to me and mine with the rest." He laid a hand on the driver's door. "We only do that on certain occasions." Morgan nodded. "To the end of an old life and a beginning of a new." The man removed his hand, hesitantly. "Then you should be apart of it. Where will you be laying your head?" Morgan waved him good bye and drove off in the direction of her temporary home. Very temporary. Till midnight, it was already passed 4 p.m. so the few errands she had to still make had to be made in a hurry.
Morgan drove up just enough for the run. The night watchmen hadn't been able to say no to 50,000 dollars each. There were letters and money down in the security box with strict instructions at the desk to have them delivered tomorrow afternoon and not before. She rolled down the window and looked at the place where she'd decided to die. She laughed up at the blue moon. The proprietor had been so full of himself he'd called in the whole village to celebrate the event. She'd been invited but said she'd like to take a quite spin around the country side. He'd looked concerned."Don't worry, its not like I'm unarmed. You know us American's just love our guns. Never leave home without one." He'd laughed and nodded. Saying to keep to the roads, no wandering off and that the party would be going on all night. So to come in the back door if she still didn't feel up to it later when she got back. She nodded and thanked the man. It was almost a shame to turn such a happy night into one of sadness, but she couldn't go on just existing anymore. Sticking the crucifix under her shirt she reeved the car up.
"Let's not keep the devil waiting shall we." She hit the top gear a split second before the monolithic stone.