“There’s no easy way to say this to you, Morgan,” Ejder replied.
He had the wherewithal to drift his sights to his family who were strewn around the beach, trying to accept what came next.
“Without your shard,” he began, “You’re not going to be able to carry on.”
Morgan trembled under his heated blanket of sand. In all the times he wished his life away in anger and in sadness, he never once got close enough to the next stage of life. Not even Death himself wanted Morgan. And now? It seemed like he was just on the horizon, making his way to the shore.
“No…” Morgan replied. “That’s n-not h-happening,” he told himself rather than answering his friend. “If I go, you go. R-right?”
Aalish hushed him, no doubt trying to calm his senses to prolong his life. Regardless of why she did it, Mo
