EVE Fiction

This is my submission for the YC 118 New Eden Capsuleer's Writing Contest. The two 'main' characters mentioned in the story (Morgan Agrivar and Rashaeli Tristana) are actual characters of mine. Everyone else was added to support these two characters in the story.

It is long at 12,176 words but I am proud of how it came out. This is actually Chapter 1 in the long story I am writing about these two.

Thank you for taking the time to read the story below and I hope you like it.


Morgan o/

I stood up and grabbed the hem of my dress and twisted the fabric to remove the excess salt water. I did this a few more times to try to get as much water out of it as I could, while slowly walking back to the house. At the end of the dock stood my brother, Marcus. He was the most handsome of the three young men in the family. He kept his black hair just a bit longer than Anthony, but always had stubble on his face. That and the fact that he frequently worked shirtless made even the married women swoon. As the oldest, he was slated to take over the family business when mother and father retired. It was an unwritten rule that all the children would be part of the business, taking over certain jobs and tasks. Marcus learned how to salvage and do small time mining in a Reaper that was modified for non-capsuleer use. It wasn't much of an income but it did help when we struggled to make ends meet.

"It seems you scared him again, little sister." Marcus said with a slight smile. I stopped in front of him and looked up, since he was much taller than I was. I knew Marcus well so I did not even bother to cover my wet chest, because I knew he would not stare or even look.

"That guy needs a girlfriend." I said quietly, looking back at the house and shaking my head. "It isn't natural to keep staring at your sister's breasts like he does. It is almost like he is burning the damn image of them into his head." I turned my head slightly and grabbed my wet hair, turning it and wringing the water down from the base of my skull down to the tips of my hair, which ended around my waist. As I started for a second pass, my brother chuckled.

"Well, do you blame him?" He laughed, waving an arm to the side like he was an actor on a stage. "Your breasts are known throughout the lands and all the boys and young men secretly covet them, Morgan." He smiled at me as I gave him a disapproving look. I shook my head and started to walk past him, still wringing out my hair when he grabbed my arm to stop me. I turned to the right and looked up at him.

"What is it, Marcus?" I said quietly, looking down at his hand on my arm. I then raised my gaze back up to meet his.

"Is this what you really want, Morgan?" He replied, all the humor and mirth replaced with a hard, serious look. I sighed and let my hair fall onto my back. I didn't want to discuss this out here, soaking wet and starting to get a chill in the cool breeze. And I especially did not want to discuss it with him. He was the biggest opponent to my startling decision for my future. I looked down at the ground for a few moments before looking back up at him.

"Yes."

"Why?" He asked sternly, still gripping my arm. There were times when Marcus would get this type of look on his face and it would frighten me, but I was older now. Seventeen is considered an adult and I felt that I needed to take control of my life before someone else did. And indeed they were trying to take control of my life since I just turned seventeen recently. They already had my career, life, and husband planned out for me and I had no input in it, no say in who beds me and takes my virginity. None at all.

"Is that why mother and father wants to talk to me? To ask the same question?" I replied, pulling my arm out of his grasp. I was confused why it was so important for them to have my future planned out but my three brothers, all five to seven years older than me, had control of their own lives. My middle brother, Johnathan, already was married to some pretty woman. He got to choose who he wanted to marry, why couldn't I?

"We are just looking out for you, little sister." His voice and face softened as he put a hand on my shoulder. "We want you to be happy and productive." I glared at him, the anger beginning to rise deep within my chest.

"Happy?" I growled low at him, narrowing my eyes at him. "They set me up a husband that I don't even know. And the worse part of it is he is over twenty-five years older than me. Where do you think that I would be fine being bedded by someone as old as father?" I took a step to my left, out of the reach of his hand. "This has nothing to do with my happiness, only to secure business dealings with other families on this damn planet." I started heading towards the house, but stopped and looked over my right shoulder at my oldest brother. "I want control of my life, and being a capsuleer will ensure that if I succeed or fail, it will be because I had control of my future...not someone else. I hope, someday, you will understand."

I turned back and headed into the rear entrance of the house. I knew that they were gathering in the business room at the front of the house, so I quietly moved to the left and went down the hallway towards the bath area. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. As I swung the lock into place, I turned around and leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down to a sitting position. I placed my head in my hands and sighed heavily.

"I wish they would understand that it is my life, but I don't feel that I belong here." I said quietly to myself as a couple of tears started to flow down my reddened cheeks. "I look nothing like any of them, so I doubt I am their child. But even if that is true, they raised me like I was." I sniffed and wiped the tears out of my eyes a couple of times. I stood up and removed the wet dress, then the underwear and started the water in the large tub. After fine tuning to the temperature I liked, I stepped into the tub and completely submerged myself into the hot water, sighing inside on how good it felt. I shook my head around a few times underwater before coming back up, wiping the water from my face. I leaned back against the side of the tub, absently swirling the water with my hand while looking up at the ceiling.

After finishing my primary education here on Dantbeinn, I knew I was almost obsessed with the mysteries of wormholes and the secrets that lie within, just waiting to be unlocked by those brave enough to venture into the unknown. It was only recently that a capsuleer discovered one and reported back on what he saw. I sat there in class, imagining what he saw and the information that his spacecraft gathered in that time he was in unknown wormhole space. I smiled at myself in the mirror, barely containing my excitement in where my future will take me. I know that I will pass the consciousness implantation and become a capsuleer. Then, and only then, will my future open up and show me the wonders of the universe and everything it has to offer me.

But first and foremost, I have to get off of this damn planet. My gaze drifted over to the window to my left as I continued to brush my hair. I blinked a couple of times and sighed heavily, mentally preparing myself for the battle that was about to ensue downstairs. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and then slowly let it out as I put the brush down on the vanity counter. I stood up and faced the mirror, looking at myself up and down. I did have my moments where I wanted to look pretty, but most of the time I dressed out of convenience or comfort. Mother was always telling me that I should be dressing pretty to get the attention of the local boys, but that wasn't what I was concerned about. I was more concerned with getting respect for my intelligence and abilities rather than my looks. But that is how my mother's thought process was, and of course I felt I couldn't blame her. She loves the life she has right now, but I am not sure I would be happy in the same situation. I just expected more out of life than to just have kids and live somewhere, being supported by a man doing a menial job at best.

Straightening my shoulders, I turned and headed towards my door. I reached out and unhooked the chain off of my door and opened it up. With one more deep breath, I exited my bedroom and started heading downstairs. Inside, I was actually nervous and a bit afraid. Was I slapping them in the face with this decision? I turned right and headed down the hallway, slowly coming to a stop in front of a hologram picture on the wall to my right. I stared at the picture with a young couple holding three young boys and a small blonde haired girl, all of them smiling back. I reached up and ran my hand along the wall as the hologram picture was interrupted from my touch. I could feel my face soften and the hint of tears starting to well up in my eyes. I leaned forward and placed my head against the wall as I silently let the tears fall. This decision of mine will probably break their hearts, which is the last thing I wanted to do to them.

I really don't want to hurt them. Even if I am not their child, they took care of me and showed me love. They cared for me when I was sick or afraid. But as I grew from just a girl into early womanhood, it seemed their concerns about me shifted from support and love to preparation. Preparation for what? That is what I didn't know until a month ago. Even my plans shifted when they told me they planned to marry me off to one of my father's friends, who had never taken in a wife and had a successful merchant company. Feeling he was financially stable, he began to shop around for a wife and my name came up in the conversation. He loved the idea of getting a seventeen year old girl with large breasts for a bride and was willing to cut my father in on some business deals in compensation for his 'troubles'.

After hearing that, I didn't talk to my parents for over a week.

I brought my head back from the wall and looked left towards where I could hear very quiet conversations going on. I don't think I have gotten over the feeling of betrayal I felt when they were just going to 'give' me away to someone else. I pulled my hand back to my chest as the holographic picture cleared up. I stared at it for a few more moments, then turned to my left and started heading towards the business room.

Sitting next to my father on the other side was a portly older man, wearing finely tailored clothes of blue and grey. He was starting to lose his hair but tried to keep the rest of it combed over the bald spot. I wanted to giggle every time I saw him, but this was the man that my parents wanted me to marry. My three brothers all sat on the couch that was in front of my mother, with Margaret sitting on Johnathan's lap, who was my middle brother. Johnathan was also considered handsome but he kept his black hair very short, unlike all the other males in the house. He wasn't as physically well built as the other two brothers but he was definately the smartest one. He preferred to wear more simple clothes than Marcus and Anthony, who seemed to wear more expensive clothes to attract the ladies. Johnathan did not have to dress stylish since he already has Margaret. She was wearing a blue blouse and black skirt that went down below her knees. Her loose auburn hair went down to her lower back and her green eyes was twinkling in his direction. Now she is technically pretty, but in my eyes her temperment and attitude made her a witch, and that detracted from her pretty looks. I never really understood what Johnathan saw in her but I knew they were in love. Well, at least Johnathan is in love with her. I honestly wasn't sure why Margaret married him since the family doesn't have much in the way of isk. I have a feeling it is something else but have not yet figured out what her agenda is. They were all into their own conversation and hadn't noticed me come into the room yet.

"Joseph, what in the hell is she talking about?" Roland roared, struggling to stand up. My father reached out and placed both hands on his chest, sitting him back in the chair. My mother gave me a worried look as my three brothers just looked at Roland's reaction. My gaze fell upon Margaret, who was glaring at me coldly. I gave her a wink, which caught her completely off guard, making her look away quickly.

"Relax." My father said, patting him on his arm. He looked at me angrily as he stood up from the chair. "Morgan, that was uncalled for, young lady." He snapped at me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. I turned my gaze from Roland to my father.

"No, father. What is uncalled for is not telling Mr. Whitehill why he is here in the first place." I retorted, the emotionless mask still planted firmly on my face. Inside, I was trembling fiercely and just wanted to throw up to get the nerves out. "I never agreed to marry him. I do apologize for the farce that my family lead you through in believing that I would marry you, Mr. Whitehill." My gaze never left my father's face. Inside, I wanted to shrink back from that glare he was giving me but at this point, I cannot show weakness or everything will fall apart.

"You said she was fine with the marriage, Caroline." Roland said, looking at my mother.

"I never was." I replied quietly. "I only found out about it a month ago while you made these plans over six months ago."

"Caroline, doesn't your daughter know where her place is in the family?" Rashaeli's father said, looking at my mother. "Doesn't she know that she is expected to follow customs and traditions, and never question the decision of her parents?" His gaze then fell on me, his chin slightly shifting up as he stared at me. I held his gaze for a few moments before I turned my gaze to my best friend sitting beside him. She held my gaze for just a couple of seconds before she looked back down at her hands.

"Customs and traditions are fine when everyone agrees with it, Master Tristana." I said quietly as I looked at him, choosing my words carefully as I continued. "But I do not agree with being considered property to be bought and sold at someone else's whim much to my detriment, without any thought or concern on how the young girl thinks or feels about the situation."

"Well, I wouldn't allow..." Mr. Tristana began to say before I cut him off abruptly.

"It isn't your decision, Master Tristana." I said flatly, giving him a piercing gaze with my blue eyes. "In fact, sir, I am not even sure why you are even present in this 'family' affair. Your daughter is family to only me, you are not family to anyone in this room besides Rashaeli."

"Morgan!" My father barked out, uncrossing his arms and starting to move around the table towards me.

"Joseph..." Mr. Tristana said, raising his hand and waving him back. "She is right. She should know why Rashaeli and I are here." He sat up straight in his chair. "Let me ask you a question, Princess. Do you care about my daughter?"

"Of course I do." I replied. "She is my best friend and I love her dearly. I would do anything for her." Her gaze met mine and I could see the hint of tears in her eyes, then she looked back down at her hands again.

"So you wouldn't want to see her get hurt in any way, would you?" His tone made me narrow my eyes slightly, my gut feeling telling me I might not like where this conversation will go.

"No." I said, shaking my head.

"Good." He smiled. "So you would try to support her in any decision she makes, correct?"

"If she is the one making the decision, then yes." I smirked, getting an eyebrow raise from him. "But if it is a decision that is being forced upon her and being told it was her decision, then I would tell her to just follow her heart like I am."

Rashaeli raised her head slightly and we met each other's gaze once again. She didn't raise it high enough so her father could see but I could tell she was scared about something. Looking from my best friend to her father, I could tell that something was happening that I didn't know about.

"Well, she has decided that she is going to marry one of your two brothers, either Marcus or Anthony." Mr. Tristana replied, pulling out a small metal case out of the inside of his jacket. He opened the case and pulled out his wooden pipe."So I expect your full support in this decision of hers. And you cannot support her decision if you are not here, young lady...unless you want to abandon her and leave her to her fate with one of your brothers?" He tapped the pipe on his knee and put the metal case back into his jacket.

Without realizing it, I stood up straighter and brought my hands to my sides, which clenched into fists. Rashaeli looked back down at her hands as her father smiled at me. I gritted my teeth for a moment before forcing myself to relax. He was just trying to goad me into making a mistake, and he almost did it. I relaxed my hands and placed them behind my back again. He put the pipe into his mouth and turned a switch, inhaling smoke from the pipe into his mouth. He looked at me with a smug look, smoke slowly oozing out of his mouth and nostrils as he removed the pipe and held in his right hand.

"If her true wish was to marry one of my brothers, then I support her since I think either one would be a good husband to her." I said, my gaze locked on Mr. Tristana. "But as her best friend, I would still urge her to follow her heart, where ever it would lead her to...whether here or someplace far, far away." I smiled as Rashaeli's head snapped up to look at me. "Rashaeli, I love you with all my heart. You have been my confidant since we were little and you know more about me than anyone else. You understand me and I understand you. I know what you desire and what you want in life. Follow it. I am."

As I felt myself starting to drown in my sorrow and grief, I felt Rash's arms slide around me as she placed her head against mine. She began to shush me quietly as the tears and stress just poured out of me like a river off of a cliff into the ocean. She started to rock gently as she held me, stroking my long blonde hair with a gentle caress as she stood there.

"Whatever you do, Morgan, come back sometime and visit me. Just don't forget about me." She whispered in my ear, slowly rocking me side to side. I moved my hands away from my face and then around her back. I held her as close as I could.

"I can never forget you, Rash." I replied through sobs, pulling her as close as humanly possible. "I will make sure that your dreams come true." I could feel her smile against the side of my head.

"I know." She chuckled. "But one dream at a time, Morgan. You first..."

We sat there for a couple of minutes as the tears started to slowly dry up. Having Rash there with me, giving the support that I desperately needed started to steel my resolve. I might end up being disowned by my parents soon, but I know that I would have Rashaeli's unwavering support.

"Rashaeli, you offer to take Morgan's place?" I could hear my father say, surprisingly calm for what has been happening in this room. Rashaeli stroked my hair a couple of more times, then stood up and looked over her shoulder at him. I leaned forward to hide my face as I furiously wiped the tears from my face and hid the red eyes I had.

"I offer to take her place in the business for a specific period of time agreed upon by both of you and myself, since I do have my own dreams to follow. And I promise to the both of you right here and now that you will get one hundred percent of my attention and loyalty during that period of time." She said, turning fully towards my parents. "Unfortunately, Mr. Whitehill will have to search for another bride since Morgan wants to leave and I find him undesirable." She looked over at my three brothers, who were all looking back at her. "As to a union with either brother, that is something I will discuss with both of you first. I am not against being married to one of them for the time being but when it is time for me to leave for my own dreams, I do not want that to hold me back. If either one of them is fine with that situation, then we can discuss it further some other time." She cupped her hands in front of her and smiled at my parents. "Please, let Morgan go..."

"Joseph..." I heard my mother say quietly, even though I couldn't see anyone because Rashaeli was standing in front of me. I braced myself for the onslaught of negativity that I was expecting to hear. "It is obvious that she is not happy here. Even though I do not want to see her go since she is my little girl, I think we should seriously consider letting her follow her dreams." My head came up after hearing that only to see Rashaeli's ass in front of me. I stared at my best friend's behind as my mother's words hit me. W-was she supporting me? Did I hear her correctly?

"Caroline, do you hear yourself..." I heard my father say before she cut him off, which is very unlike her.

"Yes, I know what I am saying." My mother retorted, a little bit of bite in her response. "I gave up my dream to stay here with you, Joseph. And if I had to do it all over again, I would do so in a heartbeat." Her voice went softer as she continued, "But that is me. Morgan is her own person. She would constantly talk about the stars and planets. Her best grades was in Planetology and Astrogeology. Honestly, I fully expected this day to come, just wasn't expecting it so soon. I think letting her go is the best thing for her. I just want my little girl to be happy."

I could hear complete silence after that. I wanted to reach out and grab Rashaeli to move her out of the way so I could see what was going on, but knowing my father was against my dreams, I stayed behind her. I could hear rustling and the labored breathing of Roland as a couple of chairs creaked.

"My love, I understand what you are saying." Joseph said, his voice smoothing out. "But Morgan has a responsibility to the family and she is just abandoning it. She has a responsibility to do whatever is necessary to ensure the success of the family."

"And that responsibility is marrying one of your friends?" Caroline replied, that bite coming back into her voice. "Someone older than both of us. You might be fine with throwing your teenage daughter at one of your friends to play with, but I am not." I couldn't help but smile. My mother actually feels the same way I do. I always thought that my mother was both meek and strong, picking and choosing when to be soft and when to be hard. She was the mediator of the family, always trying to make peace in the home. Most of the time, she did succeed in doing so.

"But that is not your place to argue, woman." Roland barked out, shifting in his seat while ignoring the chair's protest. "Joseph and I have come to an agreement and Morgan must..."

"**** your agreement, Roland." Caroline growled at him, getting wide eyed glances from the two brothers that I could see from behind Rashaeli. My eyes also went wide in response to her reply. I have never, ever heard my mother curse in my life. I have never even heard her this angry before. I leaned to my right and peered around Rashaeli's waist to take a glimpse of those three across the room from me. I placed my hands on her waist to keep her there as I watched Roland's face turn bright red in anger. My mother sat there with a stone face, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she kept her gaze locked on the portly bald man.

"Listen here, little girl. I am important here..." Roland started to say, but I cut him off in mid-sentence.

"Next time we see each other, Roland, it will not be pleasant for you." I said, stepping aside and motioning my hand towards the exit. "Now, please leave my house and do not come back onto our property again." He glared at me for a few more moments, then in a huff started heading towards the exit to the front door. "I will escort him off of the property." I said, turning and following him out of the room. I continued to follow him as he opened the front door and headed out of the house and down the small path. I closed the door behind me and proceeded to just follow him a few paces behind. He knew I was there but he did not turn around. We had said everything that needed to be said, and nothing more was necessary.

We walked on the small dirt path that split the two main farming areas that were used to fill the family's food quota required by this area to help feed the citizens. The stalks that swayed in the calm breeze came to my waist as I looked out as far as I could see. We had one of the larger farms and provided a lot of vegetables during the harvest period. My hand absently brushed against the tops of the stalks as I followed the obese man down the path.

When we got to the end of the family property, I stopped at the wooden gate and continued to watch him as he kept walking down the road. My father was supposed to take him back to his property, but my interruption prevented that from happening. If his body gave out before he made it home, then I wouldn't shed a tear.

I stood there for quite a long time, watching him get smaller and smaller on the horizon. I brought my right hand up to my mouth, fighting to hold back the tears. I started to shake uncontrollably, the emotions and nerves catching up to me again. I dropped to my knees in the grassy field and began to cry again. The flood that I thought I stemmed earlier washed over me, and I couldn't hold the tide back.

This isn't how I wanted this to go. I sat back on my ass and brought my knees up to my chest. Crossing my arms over my knees, I buried my head into my arms and rocked myself as I continued to cry. Did my family hate me since I brought up the fact they weren't actually related to me? Did I do the right thing by bringing that up? Who is my real family? Where are they at?

Why did they never tell me?

After a few minutes, I looked back up at the horizon, not seeing Roland anymore. I wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks and stood back up. Brushing off my skirt, I scanned the horizon once more, not really looking for anything in particular, but trying to remember the scenery and imprint the image into my mind. I wasn't sure when I would be able to see it again after I head off to school. And if something went wrong with the transfer, I would never see this view again. I wrapped my arms around myself, wishing Rash was here to give me one of her famous hugs that always made me feel better.

Rashaeli Tristana. My best friend, confidant, and with some unspoken rumor amongst the girls of our basic education school, apparently my lover. Some of the other kids thought we were an item, since she seemed to be at my side all the time. It became a joke between us, pretending by holding hands or just hugging a bit closer than friends would. Seeing the reactions on their faces made both of us laugh, so the other girls didn't know if we were faking it or not. The boys, on the other hand, wished and prayed it wasn't an act. Watching two beautiful girls hugging each other made for a hilarious distraction, and their reactions were sometimes even more funny than the girls. My smile faded as my mind wandered to our actual relationship.

Am I attracted to her? I deeply care for her but does a part of me actually love her in that way? The disappointment in the thought that she was not going to accompany me to the capsuleer school was very strong in my heart. She has been around me as long as I can remember, growing up with her with my earliest memories. We also watched each other blossom into young womanhood these last few years. I put my hands behind my back and looked down at the cleavage of my breasts, thinking that she has actually seen my bare breasts, but I have not seen hers. That made me snicker, remembering her reaction and not feeling any embarrassment from the situation.

Rashaeli closed the door behind her as she exited the house. She stood there for a moment, her hand still on the old fashioned doorknob, wondering what she got herself into by putting herself into Morgan's responsibilities. She sighed as she let the doorknob go and turned around to follow her father down the path, only to realize he was standing right there. She stepped back in surprise, putting her right hand on her ample chest.

"Father, do not scare me like that." She said, slightly shaking and regaining control of her breathing. Her father stood there in front of her, his gaze not wavering from hers. Rashaeli always felt more uncomfortable the longer he looked at her like this. This was his gaze of disapproval. She cupped her hands in front of her and turned her gaze away from him.

"Are you going to throw everything away that I worked for to help Morgan pursue some silly dream?" He said quietly, with her knowing full well his gaze was still locked on her. Rashaeli pursed her lips and took a deep breath. She looked back at her father with those dark eyes of hers.

"These are not silly dreams, father." She said, raising her chin slightly. "You just do not see the full picture and what opportunities become available if we go through this process...and survive." She kept her gaze on his before he turned and started walking down the path towards their land vehicle.

"Educate me." Master Tristana said, not even looking back at her. She hurried up and fell in step next to him as they walked. A small sliver of hope started to burn deep in her chest. Maybe he might actually listen to her for once...

"Are you truly happy with the limited possibilities you have here on Dantbeinn II?" She asked, looking over at him. He looked back at her with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Limited possibilities?" He replied, raising an eyebrow. "I hardly consider my business here...limited." She smiled at him, realizing that he truly did not know what was out there. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because you do not understand what you are trying to stop." Rashaeli hurried to get in front of him and stopped, facing him fully. "Father, imagine this...imagine taking your merchant business to different star systems, planets, constellations, galaxies, and many more customers than the ones you have here. The customers you have here are reliable, but most of them are considered poor once you look at what is out there. Any business owner should be finding any way to expand and grow their business...you taught me that." She placed her hands on her shapely hips and glared at him. "Morgan and I understand a little of what is out there. We have heard of merchants making billions and billions of isk doing merchant trading. What our family business does here on this planet is nothing compared to what they achieve."

"Really?" Master Tristana replied, looking at her with that impassive gaze. "And what do you two plan to do if you get through the training and go out amongst the stars?"

"Morgan wants to explore wormholes." Rashaeli said with a smile. "I want to take what you taught me as a basis for my own merchant corporation. She wants to fly ships and blow things up, I want to research blueprints, construct modules and ships, and sell them to interested parties to increase my bottom line. I want to establish trade routes among the stars, much like you do on this planet. Buy low, sell high. Hopefully with the skills I learn at the Republic Military School, I can achieve my ultimate goal."

"And that is?" He said, walking around her and continuing on the path. Rashaeli frowned for a moment and turned to face her father's back.

"Make more isk in my first month of being a capsuleer that you have made in your best year." She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his reaction. He slowed to a complete stop, then turned back towards her. His impassive gaze was upon her once more.

"And you think you can achieve that." He scowled at her. "I made twelve million isk last year, and that kept you in comfort. Just remember that." Rashaeli shrunk back a bit at his anger, taking one step back and turning her gaze from him.

"Yes, I can achieve that." She said quietly, looking at the grass next to her. "I will prove to you that I have the capability of achieving whatever goal I set. But first, I have to help Morgan get started first, and then I will join her next year after I help out the Agrivar family." She finally turned her gaze back to her father, who was slightly smiling at her. She blinked at him, completely confused.

That is the end of my submission. I appreciate your time in reading my original story.

Thank you.




Morgan o/

Happy to see first-person work, wish there was more of it. Easier to convey motivation and create a sympathetic character. Cool!

Below is another part of Chapter 1 and another section will be coming soon and will be posted here.

Enjoy...