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A sinister castle nestled away in the wilderness, unseen by man since the day it was built. Made to keep everyone out with it’s unparalleled barriers, both magical and natural. Thick, dense forest filled with huge brambles barred the way to anything other than a person on foot and even then fierce creatures roamed throughout the forest to deter travelers. The castle itself was surrounded by a deep moat, it’s towering walls were without a drawbridge, because it’s purpose was to keep one prisoner inside and everyone else out.


She was held in the only tower at it‘s tallest peak, at one time the castle had held guards, but after a time without food supplies they all died off one by one. In the beginning, the tower was the first thing to be built, brick by stone brick was placed with the sole purpose of containing her. After the tower was built to confine her, the castle was built to keep out those who might attempt to free her.


For thousands of years now Morrigan had been trapped in the tower, her immortal body refused even the escape death provided. Left to contemplate her sins and the sins of her people. Punished for the deeds of her duty, torn from her family because the humans blamed her for their woes.


In Morrigan’s veins flowed the holy blood of the Celtic gods of which was her divine right to claim. All her life she had lived as a god, uncaring of the plights of those mortals whom her actions affected. Until the day when the humans came seemingly out of nowhere but with deadly force. They killed her human consort before her eyes, luckily her demigod son was out with the herd or Morrigan feared she would have also had to see his crimson stain imprinted in her mind.


Apparently the humans had grown weary of War and the suffering that followed her everywhere. In their fear the humans used every means known to them to trap her, in the hope of preventing war from ever touching their brief lives ever again, but the thing about gods and goddesses is that everything is preordained to happen one way or another. In their foolish attempt to overpower fate they actually helped in letting evil prevail.


The cursed shackled burned against her wrists and ankles where the skin had long ago been rubbed raw by constant wear. Loneliness encased her heart in a bitter vault, while the tower had entombed her body for thousands of years, but no prison could extinguish the flames of hatred that burned brightly in her heart. Day by day her bonds grew weaker until finally a firm resolution emerged from a hidden place within Morrigan that she had never before contacted.


She tore the shackles out of the stone walls and stood, if not for her determination to be free, her legs would have buckled under her weight from the centuries of her undisturbed internment. Her tower room held no doors or windows, she had not seen the light of day since her incarceration. Raw, dark power flowed forth from her into the air until the walls around her broke open with a resounding roar.


Towards the east a dusty rose dawn spilled over the glacial mountains, from the forest came the sounds of beasts awakening from slumber. From the back of her tattered gray dress -which had long ago wasted away to nothing more than rags- sprouted majestic black wings. Morrigan wasted no time in testing these ill-used appendages before leaping into the air with good faith. The air seemed to embrace her with it’s presence as her wings beat the air with strength and power. It was a freedom that Morrigan had not known for many years and had constantly dreamed about since. For once in hundreds of years she felt at peace.


Yet Morrigan’s revenge would not be sated by peace, like the vicious beasts of the forest below her she thirsted for blood. She would see the earth crumble and die beneath her and along with it mankind, the descendants of those who killed her family. It was Morrigan’s purpose to fulfill her destiny if it was the last thing she ever did, she vowed to make it rain blood.


As if in response to her whims the heavens opened up and a great torrent of rain fell upon the earth, drenching her from head to toe. Unable to fly for long in this downpour Morrigan took shelter in the dark forest. No light streamed through the canopy, casting shadows every which way. With a weary, worn-out sigh she say down on the ground. Her wings disappeared for her in an instant, flying was tiresome work with wings that weren‘t made for even a god‘s body, which was why when she had enough energy she’d transform into her preferred animal the crow. As a crow she had flown over leagues at a time without tiring, but then again that was when she had been a goddess at full strength.


A mist rolled into the forest from the rain, casting an eerie air about her. For a moment she was wary, the mist reeked of god magic, then from the mist a ghostly white mare trotted out. Riding her was Morrigan’s god-sister Epona, with alabaster skin and long fair hair that draped across her graceful shoulders and matched perfectly the color of the mare’s mane. Epona was the gentlest of her god-sisters, being the goddess of fertility, cornucopia, and horses had mellowed her.


“We missed you Morrigan,” Epona said with a charming smile. “It has been hard maintaining the balance without you.”


Morrigan scowled at the ground. “Ignorant humans, believing violence will solve all of their problems.”


“Humans are what they were made to be sister; foolish, cruel, loving. Such things are in their base nature, even we can not change what the first gods intended for the grand design.”


The goddess dismounted from her steed with much dignity and approached her sister who sat upon the ground. Rain had plastered Morrigan’s midnight hair to her face, and mud covered her ragged dress. Epona felt sorry for her sister, in truth not many had missed the goddesses sadistic tendencies, violent mood swings, and thirst for battle. Only Epona knew that on the inside Morrigan hated what she was, hated that because of her responsibility to the balance thousands of people had died. Epona outstretched her hand and helped the other goddess to her feet.


“Come sweet sister and let us leave this place of mortal wickedness. Though you have lived here many years this is not your home,” the mare nickered agreement for her goddesses words.


Something inside War broke then and a stream of hate poured out. “But my revenge-”


“Will not change the past or the present, and will only destroy the future. Times have changed Morrigan, humans have changed. Before you have your revenge you must learn about what you are facing.”


Together they returned to heaven, where festivities had already been set up for War’s return though none but Epona were truly pleased by the fact. Morrigan dressed herself in a more fitting attire and joined her family to celebrate her homecoming with false cheer and empty smiles. All of them knew War’s thirst for blood and desire for retribution was not appeased by any means. It was only a matter of time before she took her revenge against the humans, and when she did death would come in myriads……



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Nikki_Mories said...
Aug. 30, 2012 at 9:15 pm:
Wow, This is really good, It was amazingly descriptive and I wasn't able to turn my head away for a second.
 
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ProseThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 29, 2012 at 9:00 am:
I'm sorry I didn't phrase it correctly the first time.  Your descriptions are lovely, and I think putting in fewer will really let them shine.
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 29, 2012 at 6:44 pm :
I wasn't offended or anything, I truly do appreciate your opinion, I just thought the description were my best, so it hurt my pride a little that someone didnt like them.
 
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ArianaKnight This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 26, 2012 at 11:33 am:
What I liked about this piece was all the description; I felt that I was there. The fact that the main character was the goddess of war helped the story in a way, because it made the fact that she'd get revenge definite and in a way the humans would really pay. All in all, good story, great description, and awesome character. :)
 
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BorderlineGenius777 said...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 12:53 pm:
wow, this is really good. descriptions were wonderful. also, my family has a strong irish heritage, so that made it even more interesting to me, since it was about the celtic Goddess of War. beautiful.
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 25, 2012 at 10:46 pm :
So does mine, that's why I felt so inspired to write about my heritage. I'm glad you liked it so much, I hope everyone else feels the same!
 
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Proud_To_Be_An_AmericanThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 8:58 pm:
I really like this, though it slightly confused me, who is Morrigan?  Is she the goddess of War?  Sorry, I just couldn't figure out who she was....
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 9:13 pm :
Morrigan is the Celtic goddess of War   ;D
 
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Heather S. said...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 11:27 pm:
OMFG is this the dorky cousin I grew up with?!?! Katelynn you've really outdone yourself here. I can't wait to see you this weekend. Until then: peace out cuzzz   <3 love ya girl!
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 11:31 pm :
Lol looks like you on the other hand haven't changed at all Heather, although I think the both of us have changed a lot. For instance now I'm more mature even though I'm younger. I can't wait to see you either cousin. Can't wait for this weekend to roll around!
 
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Atl.Braves03 said...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 10:23 pm:
It was a unique story, definitely. I think it would be greatly strengthed if you went over your grammer. That's not to say it wasn't good. It was an enjoyable read. It's just the small things that need looking over.
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 11:16 pm :
That's the only thing I don't like about TeenInk, is that you can't edit your work once you submit it. Would someone please comment on every specific error they find. I'd really appreciate it, and if you want I can read another of your pieces in return! Thank you Alt.Brave03 for posting that.
 
Atl.Braves03 replied...
Aug. 23, 2012 at 10:59 pm :
I wish I could, but I don't have the time :/ Just look out for run-on sentences or incomplete sentences. That was the main thing I saw. 
 
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MissInkslinger said...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 2:18 pm:
This is a really unique story! I've never read anything like at. It starts out like a fairytale and ends like a warning. If I have one piece of constructive critisism it is the dialogue. It is all very formal and worded oddly.
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 22, 2012 at 8:28 pm :
To MissInkslinger: The reason why it's fromal is because she hasn't had any human contact so in a way she's forgottten how to just let go. In the tower she lost a part of herself, and I know I need to explain that better. Thank you for your feedback though, I appreciated how it highlighted what I could do to make it better!
 
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RayynThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 21, 2012 at 2:12 pm:
The writing itself in this piece is wonderful, but I found a few missing commas and a few extra commas here and there. Also the ending when you started calling Morrigan "War", I got a little confused, but not too much. Great job and keep it up! I love your writing!
 
KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 21, 2012 at 8:27 pm :
Lol sorry about that, punctuation is my worst subject. ;P
 
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KnitsandPurls said...
Aug. 21, 2012 at 9:44 am:
"Loneliness encased her heart in a bitter vault, while the tower had entombed her body for thousands of years, but no prison could extinguish the flames of hatred that burned brightly in her heart." This is my favorite part. Brilliant.
 
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IttyBittyThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 20, 2012 at 9:23 pm:
Fantastic piece of writing nice job Katey Kat!
 
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KateyKatThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 20, 2012 at 8:08 pm:
Thank you for the awesome feedback guys, I can't wait to hear more. After all, good and bad, it only makes you a better writer.
 
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