Morgan had run from the group, hoping she had done a well enough job at hiding the fact she was in a panic. She couldn't understand why she felt like this, buts he did. Friends, family? These things were completely foreign to her. She couldn't remember her past, but she remembered that friendships were rare... and family, the very idea of it hurt her. And the voice in her head, the thought that she didn't deserve those things...
As she ran, the thunder drew closer, and her panic set in deeper. This felt familiar, and it was making her head ache. She needed to get away, from everyone, to go somewhere and hide so she could calm down. There was only one place like that really, it was the cave with the natural spring in it. It was where all the kids on the island got their drinking water from. It wasn't a secret, and at this point, she had gone there to hide from her own thoughts so many times that it was likely just about anyone knew to search for her there. But it was a place of comfort.
And yet, as she reached the entrance, darkness began to rain from the sky, and droplets of shadow fell into the sand at the cave's entrance, rising up into small creatures.
Morgan stopped running, and started to back away from the things, only to realize more were rising up behind her, and everywhere. She started to panic even more, her vision blurring, and as they lunged at her from all sides, her vision, her mind, everything, was consumed by an all devouring blackness. All that was left, was a chilling wind, followed by a burning heat, and that voice again, both her own, and not her own.
And the whole island was rocked with a boom that shook the sand all the way to the ship.
"Begone from my sight..."
Morgan was half unconscious by the cave spring, lying on her back against some stones. The area was covered in still burning singe marks, and pillars of ice alike. She couldn't move her body, and with what little she could see from opening her eyes, those creatures were still there. So many of them... like an ocean of darkness, but they had formed a semi circle around her, from wall to wall, as if keeping an exact distance from her. Maybe they were afraid of, whatever she had done. Or perhaps she had erected a magical barrier without remembering how? Not like she remembered how to use ice magic either yet she had done that earlier, and it would seem, again.
Worse yet, she once again couldn't even remember what happened, her last memories of running to the cave, only to find herself already here. At least she felt more calm... actually, too calm, as she started to lose consciousness again.
Ahead of her, right in front of the Heartless line, was an incredible large
staff tipped with a spear stuck straight into the stone, taller than Morgan herself.