Morgona the dark
Morgona felt herself being swept backwards as the whirlwind was slowly disappearing as she was being forced backwards, she tried to push forward but she felt herself coming in closer and she turned back finally with what was nearly left of her magic she whispered another chant and teleported onto the beach, shakily with her broom she began to form a protective barrier that would only last another 20 minutes, she was screwed and she knew it, with glowing eyes full of hate she was finally forced to a stopping point and she was finally behind a high concentration of dark magic sweat was dropping from her forehead and she wiped it with her back of her hand, she began to tremble in exhaustion and anger at her own arrogance she was in for it now.
Her Pagan