9:25 PM OF DAY 2
::Morgandy was for the most part, successful with the rest of her battles. However, she received a brutal stab to the stomach that nearly undid her. Still, she edured the wound's pain and fought bravely like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly though, and even with the Faes and Elves outnumbered, Yuna's army must have been frightened by something, for they all retreated in a great terror-driven mass towards the Absynian mountains. At first, Morgandy wondered why they would be retreating that way, when she saw it. A great and terrible column wrought of smoky black iron with fearfully sharp spires and gruesome, devilish gargoyles rising up at a devastating height from none other than that of where the village of Serrin lie. The great tower struck fear and loathing into every nerve of Morgandy's body, turning her blood to ice; Yuna's tower. She knew that's what it had to be, Yuna was whom these devils served and that's who they would be fleeing to. This unnerved Morgandy greatly but for the time being, the Fae and Elf army could rest while deciding upon new strategies. The head leaders of the army were already well under way with that, sitting off near the forest in a crowd. The terrible sight of the bodies churned Morgandy's stomach, so she retreated to the refuge camp where she could finally talk with Feanin. When she got there, though, she remembered her wound and it's pain overtook her. She collapsed to the ground and healers immediately brought her to a bed next to Feanin's and began tending to her. Feanin was still awake. He looked on Morgandy and her wound with great worry and anguish in his eyes. Morgandy managed a grim smile through her pain. She felt she had let him down. She had always tried to exceed Feanin's expectations of her and defy his thoughts that Morgandy was incapable of great feats. Morgandy knew Feanin felt responsible for her, and she hated to have him see her like this. Now, he would not only never let her out of his sight, probably, but she would never forgive herself to not giving into Feanin's wishes and having stayed a proper village Fae maiden. However, she knew her curse prevented her from that and he should too, so maybe, just maybe, Feanin would learn to trust her again. Through the night, neither Morgandy nor Feanin could sleep. They were left alone, but did not talk for the tension between them was thick like fog.::