Morgan Blair - Witch

Since before the light of the World's first dawn touched the fields of old England, Magic has flowed through the prism of life, a hidden and elusive thing to those unfamiliar, but blooming like flowers in spring to those who understand it's wonders.

But of course, as mystical and enchanting as the images, the word: Magic, conjures up, everything has a dark side, Magic, of course, is no exception, for every light-hearted Wizard, dazzling crowds with tricks that the mere mortals believe they understand, sorcerers reading ancient tomes, increasing their knowledge of the magical arts or Druid, living in peace and contentment, connecting themselves to a world left behind by Mortals... there is a Dark being, connected to the ancient magics so twisted that all other Mystics reject them, weaving hexes in the shadows, conjuring demons, brewing liquid and hosting otherworldly beauty, these Dark sorceresses are known as Witches. Harlots of the evil arts, queens of shadow and trickery, Monsters of the highest degree, equal to the Beasts that hide among men, truly these are fierce beasts, those who hope for long and untroubled lives should avoid these sinister maid's at all costs, for the cost, maybe Your very life!

Morgan stuffed a Custard doughnut into Her mouth as she hummed, music blaring into her ears as she kicked her feet cheerfully, looking outside of the train window, watching as the world went past without a care in the world.

Morgan was in an unusually good mood today, she had finally managed to have one peaceful day on the road, there had been no strange incidents, no-one confessing their love to her out of nowhere and of course, she hadn't accidentally set anyone on fire, she hated it when that happened, it meant that she had to skip town which would be fine if she hadn't been skipping towns for a year and finally she was starting to get used to being on trains without getting motion sick.

"Umm excuse me." Morgan flinched as she felt someone touch her shoulder, her head snapping towards a handsome blonde man who smiled at her, Morgan cleared her throat, trying not to blush before mumbling "H-Hello." She said timidly, the Blonde haired boy smiled, he had cute dimples "Hey, mind if I sit here, getting a little packed." He asked in a kind voice, Morgan's mind began to race as it usually did

"Shit... just say no, just say no, no, no way, no sir, no thank You!"

"Of course!" She said nervously, mentally facepalming as she moved her bag away from the seat so that He could sit.

Morgan fiddled with her fingers, trying to ignore the fact that this tall, really handsome guy was next to her, his warm aura making her bite at her lips as He would glance at her every so often, a gentle smile on his face, "Nope, no, just ignore him, we do not need any more trouble!" She told herself, closing Her dark brown eyes and focusing on the tune of the music that played in her ears, at some point she looked up, glancing at the boy... and his lips were moving "Is he... speaking to me?" She wondered, removing one of her earbuds so that she could hear

"Hey." He said, smiling again, "H-Hey, is everything okay, the train isn't going to crash is it?" She wondered allowed, looking up and down the cart to see if everything was okay, the Blonde Boy laughed, she wasn't sure why, maybe He thought it was a joke or something, either-way he extended a hand

"I'm Bradley." He said She considered his hand for a moment, praying to herself that she didn't blow him to pieces, she took it, gently shaking his hand "Tiffany." She lied with a nervous Giggle, He grinned "So, are You stopping at Harper station?" He was trying to make small-talk, unfortunately, Morgan wasn't exactly well-versed in such things, but she tried her best "Umm... no, I am on My way to Wallace actually." She said truthfully, He nodded with a laugh

"Ah the Legendary Black city, I can hear Your accent, British right? never took You for a city gal." He said playfully, Morgan smiled weakly, unsure whether to laugh or not, He chuckled at his own joke before looking up at her shoulder-length curly hair for a moment, "I was wondering, Your hair, it must have been really hard to get it that Silvery Blonde." He was right, Morgan's curls were platinum blonde, so much so that it shone a little unnaturally in the light

"Oh this, It's natural." She said, observing his look of disbelief, "Woah, really that is amazing, In all of my years of photography I have never seen anything like it, I'd love to have You as a model sometime?"

Morgan's lips tightened "Funny how people can go from cute to creep in two seconds." She thought, giggling nervously, Morgan scratched her head

"Oh um... well, I'm not exactly good a being photographed so." She said it was true, she wasn't exactly a fan of having her picture taken, people might find such things, people that she wanted to keep very far away

"Oh don't tell me Your camera-shy, a pretty girl like You, could make buckets of money with a figure and face like yours." Morgan paused, the flash of emerald dollar signs in Her eyes, sweeping in, Morgan nudged a little closer to Bradley the Photographer and whispered

"Buckets of money did You say?" She said, smiling a little, He nodded profusely "Oh yes, loads and loads, Hell I'd pay You 500 hundred for a single session, no questions asked." He said, his voice becoming quick and too the point, Morgan considered this, rubbing her chin for a moment before looking at Bradley through Her round spectacle with a light smile

"When could we start?" She asked, Bradley the Photographer gleamed with joy, the subtlest hint of darkness behind his pale blue eyes.

Morgan got off at Harper station, Bradley smiling as He guided her through the quiet Station.

From what Morgan had read about Harper, it was a large town, although oddly quiet, not many people lived there and so many businesses in the town didn't tend to do very well, people tended to take simple jobs and Modern work was hard to find, and yet among the traditional conjoined buildings that Morgan and Bradley walked past, She could sense a kind of subtle ire, a deeply set malice that the dark town shared with its people, most of the elderly folks scowling at Morgan's Black skirt and Hoodie.

You wouldn't exactly call Morgan a Goth, she wasn't a gloomy person, nor did she have any ill intent towards herself, she simply found it very easy to match Black with black and so Her leggings, Thigh long skirt and her metalica hoodie, were all dark as the night that she walked in, Bradley's smiling face pulling her along and down a ways towards the end of the Drewry highstreet, holding her large rucksack tightly as they approached a tall and fancy looking apartment building.

The Place was very lavish, even the elevator was quite eloquent, but the place did, however, have a shadow about its aura, "So You're from the overseas right, what part of the UK are You from?" He asked in a very smooth tone

"Scotland originally, but I was raised in London." She said truthfully, He nodded

"Oh, so You are a city girl eh, and what a coincidence, I have some Irish ancestry, we might be related!" He laughed at his own joke, while Morgan nodded absently "Hmm-hmm."

He led her across the shadowed hall, towards apartment 63, the blonde handsome man beckoning Morgan inside with his ivory and devilish smile.