Mummy said I’ve
been a good girl recently and I deserve to see my family in Valhalla.
Sitting on the steps that lead
to the front door, I read my book as the maids load up the carriage with mine
and mummy’s things. Me and mummy don’t talk about that morning and I’m not
allowed to talk about Niklaus either. Instead I am to train. When not training I
am to sit in my room and read books on fighting techniques. I hate the new me, I’m
turning like mummy. The other day I killed the mean doggy… and I liked the rush
it gave me. I’m a monster.
“Morgana, darling, it’s time to
leave” mummy calls.
I get up and
walk slowly to the carriage, my book under my arm and the teddy my nana gave me
in my hand. Also the necklace Niklaus got me takes pride and honour around my
neck, I never take it off, it means too much to me. Mummy helps me into the
carriage and I sit on the furthest side, pull my legs on the bench and hug my
knees to my chest. I ache from last night’s beating. It’s my own fault. I let
the book drop off my head, only wicked girls have bad posture… that’s what
mummy says anyway.
Mummy sits in the carriage next
to me, “get some rest Morgan, it’s a long journey to Valhalla”.
I nod and hug my teddy, as I swiftly
fall asleep to the rhythm of the carriage.
I
awake some hours later. I’m not sure exactly for how long I was asleep…
Mummy shook
me awake. “Morgana wake up” she says as I yawn sleepily and rub my eyes, “look
out the window dear… Valhalla is in our sights.”
I sit up slowly, somehow I had
awoken with my head on mummy’s lap and she didn’t care. I look out the carriage
window and my eyes fill with a look of total awe and my jaw drops. Valhalla is
huge! My mummy laughs at me softly, then controls herself and turns cold again.
I sigh and just keep watching Valhalla from the window as we slowly get closer
and closer. I slowly feel warmer inside, like this is the place I’m meant to
live in… this is my home.
As the
carriage pulls into Valhalla, my heart leaps with excitement. The streets are
full of my favourite flowers; ribbons of my favourite colour hang from every
house. As we near the town square, people are all around; they shout “WELCOME
HOME MORGANA” and a huge banner is hanging above them saying the same thing.
Tears of joy form in my eyes,
but my mum gives me a warning look, telling me to compose myself. I do as I’m
told, just as the carriage door is opened and I’m lifted out. I squeal in
happiness as a huge guy carries me over to a small stage, he has long blonde
hair and is laughing as he carries me. I giggle and hold onto him, he places me
gently on the stage.
“Welcome to Valhalla Morgana” he
says softly, he hugs me and I tense under his touch. He looks at me worriedly,
but I keep quiet. “I’m your grandfather, Thor… your mother has told me so many
great things about you” he smiles “come your great grandfather Odin, is dying
to meet you”.
I smile as he takes my hand and
we walk into the giant hall. Mummy follows at my side, warning me silently, not
to say a word.
Hours have passed, my great grandfather Odin is scary, he’s
like mummy
Granddaddy has prepared a HUGE
ball for me though, I’m really excited!!
Mummy
dressed me in my best ball gown, it was also my favourite. It showed my bruises
though, but I didn’t care, I was too excited. I ran down to the ball room, the
hall full of happy people, dancing and laughing.
Great granddad and mummy aren’t here
and granddaddy sits at a throne near the dance floor. I run down the stairs and
bump into a young blonde boy. He looks older than me. I think he’s about 10. He
smiles at me, “You must be the famous Morgana.” He says softly, his voice
sounds like a chorus of angels, “I’m Troy. Would you like to dance?” I nod
shyly, glad that mummy taught me how to dance. He took my hand and led me onto
the dance floor and we waltzed to the angelic music that echoed throughout the
hall.
When the song finished he bowed
and I curtsied, “You’re an amazing dancer” I said shyly, he smiles at me and
nods.
“It was an honour dancing with
you, Morgana” and with that he walked off.
I stood there, my heart
pounding, I only ever felt like this with Nikkie. What did it mean?
I see
Granddaddy walking towards me. He grabs my arm and drags me out the hall and
towards my bedroom. Had I done something wrong? Was I not supposed to dance
with Troy?
He pulled me into my room and
shut the door. He kneels in front of me and hugs me. “Morgana I need you to be
honest with me, how did you get these bruises?”
My eyes widen in fear, mummy
warned me to say, I would be a wicked child if I told anyone about her hurting
me. I look at the floor sadly and keep my mouth shut.
He runs a finger over my bruises
on my arms and I tense under his touch again. His eyes full of so many
emotions: rage, disgust, sorrow and guilt. “Morgana, its ok, I won’t let
whoever hurt you do it again, I’m going to protect you now” he says encouragingly.
Still looking at the floor, I mumble
“mummy did this to me… because I’m a wicked child.”
He pulls me into an embrace and I
tense under his touch, “Morgana, nothing what your mother says is true. At the
end of the day, it’s YOUR choice, what you want to be… Whether that’s to be fun
and adventurous or perky and intelligent. NOTHING what anyone else calls you is
true, YOU decide what you are, it isn’t anyone else’s choice, it’s yours…
follow your heart Morgana.” He puts his big strong hand over my heart, then
hugs me again, I’ve warmed to his touch now and snuggle into him.
My mother stands behind him, my
eyes widen in fear, but I’m too drowsy to move and fall limp in Thor’s arms. He
and mummy start shouting, then the darkness takes over and all goes black.
I wake up
some time later, my head hurts and I hear the clip clop of horse hooves. My eyes
widen, I’m in the carriage. I look up and see my mummy. I’m going home with
her! NO NO NO!! I WANNA BE WITH GRANDDADDY!! My dress is torn and blood stains
it, but I remain quiet. Knowing I’ve already been bad enough and don’t wanna
make things worse… I miss Niklaus.
