Thank you—for it all.
Without each and every one of you, I would not have the motivation and strength to finish this artwork. Not only was it a chance of writing a beautiful piece for all my readers, but it was an opportunity for personal growth.
All of us are our own mountains. Winds can crash upon us, with relentless waves or earthquakes, but we withstand it. We are the ones that choose what can break us.
And from what I can see in the comments section, it would take more than that to break us.
Thank you for reading Morrigan's story and for reading this far.
For my next projects, I hope you hold on with me.
Thank you for everything.
YOU ARE READING
Fangs & Venom
FanfictionShe was the last of her line, according to her father. A natural parseltongue, and a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Gaunt. The long lost Slytherin heir. The long lost phantom queen. She was bred by her father to be determined, cunning, ru...
