Morgana’s POV:
I waited in the dark for the harbinger to make his appearance. The bastard loves to make us wait, like it was some power trip for him. It's a good thing that I've gotten everything I needed to make my trip back to my place of assignment.
There was a shift in the wind that characterized his coming. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics of it. Someone would see this and think it was a god that chose this evening to walk the earth.
I crossed my arms across my chest and tapped my feet, waiting for his unveiling.
He stepped out of the shadows that he usually traveled in.
“What news do you have for me?" The Harbinger said to me and I sent him a look
“A report? That is what you called me all the way out here for? When I told you that my footing was getting loose where I was sent
