MORGANA’S POV
I dreamt of green fields and sunflowers. Everything looked so beautiful. My mother made her delicious potato porridge while my dad broke some firewood. It was a world with no vampires, no werewolves. It was beautiful and I was happy. The dream ended too fast because as soon as I open my eyes, I’m met with the same dark four walls I’m used to.
All the memories of what I did slowly come back to me and I scold myself because of how impulsively I acted. I almost killed myself. I think I even died.
I remember voices yelling and crying and screaming at me to wake up. I remember Damon’s voice. He sounded so sad, so scared, so defeated.
As I move around on his bed, I feel different. It’s like my body is flowing with a new found energy, energy that I just want to release. It’s
