Daniel Christopher Morgan ☀ Morgaine Le Fay (tothenunnery) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-02 18:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail roth, alexandra morgan, ava prince, charlotte evans, daniel morgan, laura meyhew, sally evans, tristan lewis |
Who: The entire Morgan and Evans family (what's left of them, anyway), Camelot members, other random funeral goers, and a surprise guest in the shape of one Ava Prince
What: Camelot and his family say goodbye to Daniel's father, Matthew Morgan. Then they get another blind side to the face.
When: Saturday afternoon, October 2, 2010
Where: Glastonbury Abbey Cemetery in Glastonbury, England.
"We've gathered here today to celebrate the life and death of Matthew Morgan. Former leader of Camelot, founder of Camelot Enterprises, friend, and most importantly a father."
The turn out for Matthew Morgan's funeral had been surprisingly huge. Daniel always forgot that when it came to his father, he was actually a well liked man. People respected him, most who had turned up today had at some point worked with or for him. To everyone else, Matthew Morgan was the courageous and ambitious man who jump started an empire, the sins of the father were never publicized. And yet even now, in the face of his childish resentment, Daniel couldn't force himself to feel anything other then grief over his death.
"He is survived by his legacy, his friends and relatives, his partner Julian Davidson, and six children. May they continue to live on in his inspiring image..."
Grief. Grief for his father, and grief for his brother Michael that he still carried around with him every single day. Grief for the people he still had yet to lose, and knew that he would. The preacher's words didn't reach Daniel, he barely heard him, and as he stood there beside his family just a mere few feet away from his father's soon-to-be grave, the man's words echoed and faded into the den that was currently Daniel's thoughts.
The Morgan family plot was in Glastonbury Abbey Cemetery, and had been there for as long as Daniel could remember. Even longer. Many times referred to as the cemetery where King Arthur was probably buried if he'd been buried at all, Daniel's father had hinted many times that their family plot had more or less been around since then as well. 'Well, if King Arthur hadn't been buried here then, he certainly was now', Daniel thought bitterly to himself as he cast a side long glance at Michael's grave stone a few yards away. He resented it. He resented everything about this, including the damned Arthurian legends that seemed to have cursed them. Everyone died bloody. Who would be next?
Regret. That was the strongest taste in Daniel's mouth at the moment. So much regret. And anger. He'd never felt so out of control in his life. Every time he had a moment alone to himself, he'd spin in to such an inner fury that he couldn't see straight. His brother had been murdered, and now his father. And his younger sister had been the one unlucky enough to find him. Daniel wanted who'd ever done this to pay, and that shocked him. There wasn't a trace of the forgiving, penitent Daniel that everyone had come to know right now. This was probably the closest he'd ever felt to the sorceress in his head in the entire time she'd been with him.
Daniel stood tall and rigid next to his sisters and brothers, jaw clenched and staring straight ahead at the spot where his father's grave was going to be lowered into. If there was a tear in the corner of his eye, it was because of the cold chill blowing through the funeral goers. Or at least, that's what he would say later. He was in charge of everything now, he didn't have the time to mourn his father the way he had his brother. The time to be who he was, that was over, now he had to be untouchable. For Camelot's sake, for his family's sake. The very thought of shutting himself down made him sick to his stomach, but it had already happened.
If his father's murderer(s) had aimed to stir Daniel into a leader that they would find real cause to kill, Daniel was petrified that they'd done just that. He couldn't feel a thing anymore, outside of his own grief. When that finally passed, what would be left? He'd never wanted to turn into the kind of leader his brother or his father had been, a cold-hearted general. But being the leader he had been obviously hadn't helped any, because now they were burying someone else that he loved. Yes, despite all the horrible things his father had done to him and others, he loved him. And with a momentary glance in the direction where he knew Laura to be standing, he knew without a doubt that he loved her too. He didn't want her to see what he might turn into.
"Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust..."