The Charismatic Charlie Wade

Many years had flown by since Morgana’s last visit to Lucius’s resting place. Though hundreds of years had lapsed, she could still discern the spot where Lucius’s grave had been.

Despite her having obliterated the tombstone and even the graves themselves having been consumed by the relentless passage of time, she had an uncanny knack for locating Lucius’s burial site.

Though she knew his body wasn’t entombed here, Morgana still regarded this place as the closest connection to her older brother.

At that moment, her heart brimmed with sorrow, remorse and a touch of bitterness. Her emotions surged and like an unbidden tide, the events of that fateful year flooded her thoughts.

Initially, Morgana’s rush of affection and impulsive feelings for Lucius, followed by his abrupt disappearance from her view, had led her to believe that he must have been dispatched to Maria with the ring bestowed by their mentor. Thus, she had hastily departed the mountains and embarked on a journey in search of him.

Yet the road from the Mountains was perilous and far-flung and Morgana was still a prime fugitive hunted by the rebel court.

Undaunted, she undertook great trials to reach Diannan, only to find Lucius’s body already missing, consigned to the earth. It was then she learned the grim truth, her older brother, whose cultivation outshone her own, had met his demise by her own hand.

Lucius’s life. Her aim was to seize the Eternal Green Pill that their Master had

given Lucius’s prowess, even a stab to his heart shouldn’t

enabling him to temporarily stabilize his injuries and progressively recuperate by harnessing his spiritual essence. His wounds would mend and vitality would be restored, in a

in Diannan and after much inquiry, Morgana received the unthinkable news, Lucius had been interred, a truth she struggled to fathom. Only through persistent questioning did the reality settle in, Lucius was indeed gone, with

she lamented, the dead could not be reclaimed. So resentment

and even upon Maria’s mother’s, abstaining from returning for years. Her absence wasn’t because she’d moved on from Lucius, but rather, in over three centuries, she still could not banish his memory from her

fourteen and I, a mere twelve or thirteen, yet at that sight, love took root. From that day, I awaited your presence in our home, longing to glimpse you. Outside my brother’s chamber,

spear, practicing ceaselessly. I yearned to stand by your side, to fight at your flank, to assist in your battles. Then, I concluded I’d stand with you for a lifetime. Wherever you ventured, I’d be there; whatever your venture, I’d share it. I’d follow your sword into the rebel ranks or return to the fields, forsaking strife, to stand at your side. Such were my thoughts,

your sister rejected my inclusion, I remained steadfast,

regardless of Han or anyone. I wished only to be near you, my cherished one. If you declared this realm for the emperor, I’d march sword in hand against the rebels until the last, if you chose peace in

Morgana’s tears flowed freely. She set alight the final sheet of yellow paper voice choked, “Brother Lucius, I thought time would sway your heart, but I was blind to the truth,

held it. From that first