Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 186: A Simple Life (1)

What a simple but honest life: the home, the food, the clothes, and the warm and kind faces of people who don't hold a single hater in their hearts toward you.

A simple and honest life that's worth fighting for.

"Morgi, finish your plate," a soft and warm voice came from the left, a voice of a woman that looked just like me. Long raven hair and blue eyes, this woman had the same face as the adult me, which was understandable since this woman was my mother.

"I'm too full," I said, trying not to sound like a lazy ass, or a little girl afraid of the food. But come on, I hate broccoli, and half of the plate was covered with the green stuff.

'How the hell does anyone eat broccoli for breakfast?'

"Don't give me that," My mother said. Her voice was soft, and a warm smile was on her face. "Eat your plate; the broccoli will do you good."

"But it's green, and it tastes like shi... ahem, I don't like it," I mumbled, glaring at the offending vegetable, trying not to curse since my hate was real.

"Young lady," the mother figure raised a brow. The smile on her face was gone, replaced by a stern look—the kind of look that made me regret what I did and scared the shit out of me.

'Mothers are scary creatures.'

"Sigh... I'm sorry, Mom," I sighed, taking the fork and digging into the green thingy. My stomach was full, and the smell was making me gag. But the look of my mother was worse.

"Morgana," a low and deep voice came from the right. It was a man's voice, and I didn't have to turn to know who it was.

"Eat your food," he said, then, with a serious look, he raised his empty plate, showing it to me. "Look, I finished mine."

"..."

"Oh, well done, dear," my mother cheered, clapping her hands and smiling brightly. Then she leaned, giving my father a kiss on the cheek. "And you, young lady—"

"Hmp," I rolled my eyes, and with a sigh, I took a deep breath and took a huge bite, forcing the food down my throat. It was horrible—a taste of hell.

"See, it's not that bad."

"Yeah, not for you," I mumbled, glaring at my father.

The man was tall and had a broad chest. His black hair was the same as mine, yet it was cut short, and he had a thick, well-trimmed beard. But his eyes were red, like blood. The man was in no way just a simple farmer. I mean, his figure was that of a soldier or something. Even my mother—her beauty, the way she talked, walked, and held herself—wasn't simple. I could spot something of nobility.

I don't know their names yet, and I can't ask. That would be strange—if your daughter suddenly asked about your name. I just have to wait until they speak their names, but I don't see that happening anytime soon because...

"Dear!"

"Yes, honey."

"..."

The two were acting like a lovely couple—kissing, hugging, and doing other things. You know what I mean.

"Num!... Num!"

"You do like broccoli?" I said, blankly staring at the young girl sitting to my left—my twin sister Victoria, who had her mouth filled with the green thing.

"Yes," she nodded, and the smile on her face was priceless.

"You're a weirdo."

"Hah!" The young girl turned to me, glaring at me with a fierce look. "That's rich, coming from you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrowed my eyes, staring at her, and the young girl flinched, her face red.

"Nothing," she said, lowering her head, avoiding eye contact, and continuing eating.

'Now I'm interested.'

"Hey," my hand landed on her shoulder. "Tell me."

"No"

"Come on, tell me," I insisted, patting her shoulder. "If it's important, tell me."

"..." The young girl remained silent, and she didn't look up, but a moment later, a single word left her lips. "You."

"Me?" I said, tilting my head.

"You're a weirdo," Victoria mumbled. "A pervert."

"Me?" I blinked, not knowing what the hell was going on or why the hell I was a pervert. I mean, I'm not that surprised, but hey, I'm supposed to be just twelve years old at this point.

'Don't tell me I was a pervert from a young age?'

"Don't worry, sis. I'll protect you, even from yourself," Victoria said, placing her hand on my shoulder and giving me a strong, confident look and a bright smile.

"..." But that smile made me feel bad for myself.

"You're the worst," I mumbled, turning back and finishing my meal. The taste was horrible, yet there was a faint and sweet taste mixed with the green thing. And no, it was not the milk or the sauce. It was something else.

'It's the taste of familial love.'

Call me crazy, but if my mother cooked something for me, you bet that I'll finish it.

"I'm done, Mom."

"Well done, Morgi. You can go and play outside, but don't forget to do your work, okay?" the mother said, smiling warmly and cleaning the dishes.

"Okay, Mom."

"Wait for me, sis," the young Victoria called, and the moment I stepped outside the house, she followed.

"Hmm?" Scanning the outside, I saw that we lived on a big farm. To the right was a decent-sized barn with sheep and cows inside, and to the left was a field. There were many crops and a small garden with beautifully colored flowers.

"What type of work do we have?"

"The barn. We need to feed the sheep," Victoria said, gesturing to me to follow.

"Okay."

"..." The two of us walked to the barn and opened the door. The place was large, with a high roof and a wooden floor. There were many sheep in different colors: white, gray, black, and brown. The cows were in a different closed part of the barn.

"Hey there," I said, waving my hand, but the animals ignored me, not even taking a look.

"They don't like you, sis," Victoria said, chuckling softly.

"Why not? I didn't do anything to them."

"..."

"You mean that you don't remember using some of the sheep as horses the other day?"

'Oh, I see.' Realizing the reason why the sheep hated me, I turned and began dragging the hay in, filling the feeding trough.

"Sigh... That's not how you do it," Victoria said, shaking her head and showing me how it's done.

"Like this," the young girl moved smoothly, and she had the perfect movement, yet a single thing was bugging me.

'Way the hell is a twelve-year-old girl knows how to do farm work?'

Anyway, I ignored it and did as she showed me. It took some time to fill all of the feeding troughs, but we finished.

"HOOW" A voice came from outside the barn. Moments later, my father stepped in. "Well done, girls."

"Thank you, Dad," Victoria replied, bowing her head, while I just smiled at him.

"Say, do you want to come with me to the village?" he asked. "We need to restock our supplies and buy some more seeds."

"Okay," both Victoria and I nodded, a little bit excited and curious about this new village. Maybe I could find information about this place.

"Good, good," he said, smiling at us. Then he turned, asking us to follow. "Let's go."

The two of us followed after him to the wagon that was parked outside the barn, with a big horse at the front.

"Get in the wagon," he said, gesturing us to sit. We obeyed and sat behind him. Then he whipped the horse, and we started moving.

The journey was silent as I only kept staring at the landscape. It was beautiful: the green grass, the flowers, the trees, the mountains in the distance, and the blue sky. The view was breathtaking. The smell was great—a fresh, natural smell—and the sounds of the animals and birds brought me a sense of calmness.

"We're here," a voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I found myself staring at a small, humble village. There were wooden houses, some small shops and stalls, and the streets were made of gravel.

"Here, take this and go buy something to eat," my father said, handing each of us five bronze coins. There was nothing on the coins except a face with a weird mustache.

"Be back in an hour."

"Okay," both Victoria and I said. The two of us began walking. Victoria quickly spotted a stall selling fruit and bought two apples. Then the two of us went to explore the village.

"Say," I asked, staring at my twin, who was happily biting her apple.

"Yeah?"

"Is there a place that sells books here?"

"Books?" Victoria tilted her head, and a sly smirk was on her lips. "Do you mean the normal or the naughty ones like last time?"

"..." Yes, I have been a pervert since I was young.

"Normal ones, please."

"Hmm..." The young girl thought for a moment. "There is a shop that sells books and papers."

"Good, let's go there."

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