So let the ruins come to life
In the beauty of Your name,
Rising up from the ashes,
God forever You reign.

And my soul will find refuge
In the shadow of Your wings,
I will love You forever,
And forever I'll sing.

Glorious Ruins (2013)

We'll get to the letters I like doing in a bit, there's a line break just like the one above separating the bio from them. For now... I've succumbed to the standard looking profile of writer description, but first I needed a much deserved shout-out to the Almighty. And btw... This is probably classifiable as tl;dr... You might wanna just scroll down to the bottom where all the good stuff is. :3

Name: I believe Monsieur Midnight will do just fine. My friends call me Morgan. My enemies call me conqueror. You are presumably neither.

Birthdate: December tenth, 1991.

Age: 21, for those of us who can't subtract.

Gender: Male.

Hair Color: It's brown, indistinguishable from black in the darker lighting.

Eye Color: Brown. They shine in the light. It's f--ng weird yo'.

Favorite color: Dark purple, verging on blue.

Favorite Book Series: Harry Potter - Inheritance. Both outstanding works of beauty..

Favorite TV Shows: The Walking Dead - Game of Thrones. Plot armor disintegrated. Adrenaline engaged.

Favorite Movies: I cannot decide that, ever. Too many.. too good...

Favorite Band: Throwing this one out there for lols sake, considering there's nothing writing related on here that goes to music.. Christian: Hillsong United - Secular and English: Can't really decide... I really like music - Secular and Spanish: La Oreja de Van Gogh, and they have no contest there..

Now for my letters!

To my new and returning fans..

I plan on releasing a prologue to Chronicles with (gasp) NEVER BEFORE SEEN MATERIAL. If my message in said prologue is what brought you hear... read on as if nothing has happened.

MY RETURN IS (now officially) ONE STEP CLOSER TO BEING LEGIT. My dearest friend and cohort, my lap top, has finally decided to stop its willful acts of treason against The Crown (yours truly) and has become a tad more cooperative, thus leading me to more successful attempts at a return.

My Dear Loved ones.

I have two of my old stories I'm heavily interested in actually finishing.. The rest will come in time. If there is any. I see all these people around me in this library typing at speeds that I find unimaginable.. that my fingers used to be able to keep up with..

But I'm here to write! And so write I shall. No discouragement, just wish fulfillment. For those of you who used to follow me in the past, I'm going to soon write a letter. I miss your attention, but I'm here to make you love my stories, which are ALL going to receive a major BUFF. I look at the writing I used to do and it saddens me. For Chronicles I had this bit of a chaotic nature, writing it with the interest of randomness all for the sake of hilarity.. For Scamers I took on more of a serious note, trying so hard to fool people just as much as my characters fooled their worlds.

Both were inevitably bound to change. I feel as though both had a sense of immaturity that I just didn't know how to fix. I'm glad I kept them up this long because I lost all the saved work I had for them.. But they will be taken down in about two weeks (or more. My Internet time is rather limited).

If you have any interest in reading the original material, it's still up. I'm not moving it yet. But I feel as though both stories have a need for a restructuring, one I'm perfectly capable of accepting. They had this air of an immature writer who had just joined this world... I was in ninth grade when I started, so it stands to make sense. But this defines them, and as such makes me incapable of re-synching with them, which is unfortunate because I don't even know what to do with them at times.

As such, I'm going to rewrite them both. The key points and plot will be there, but they will look entirely new. I don't even know who likes RuneScape enough anymore to be interested in them, but I feel as though I owe it to some people. A lot of you actually liked my work for some reason, and as such the classic nature of it will remain for a while longer.. But I'm not satisfied with it, as such, it will be redone. I'm saving the chapters now so as to keep to the original stories when the new stuff kicks in.

Here's to hoping my return is legitimate.

Morgan Midnight, The Solar Fox.
08/07/13

Hopefully I've returned... ONCE AGAIN.

I'm personally sick of my own abandonment of websites I like returning to..

Hopefully it will not happen again..

But there's really no hope. I DO, however, want so very badly to stick to it this time. I WANNA WRITE. I HAVE AN ITCH.

Anyway.

My name has changed once again. I'm pretty sure, from the views I can see here in the writings of an OLD, forgotten age... that the original username I had was Mogata.
Then Morgan Midnight, which I loved.
After that, my usual screen name on ANYTHING I GO NOW: The Solar Fox.
But I feel as though my favorite name is Morgan Midnight, and that my favorite screen name is just a title...

Morgan Midnight, The Solar Fox of the West, Master Pokemon Trainer, Up and Coming Writer.
03/28/13

Morgan Midnight, Mogata, The Solar Fox.

PLEASE READ.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''
"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever... The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

I didn't write it but when I saw it on somebody else's profile it touched my heart, so I had to repost. I hope you can repost as well.

The midnight is upon you, but your soul is on fire like the sun.