Author's Note After reading The Calling, I began to wonder what it would be like if Maeve and Angus weren't killed or haven't given Morgan up for adoption. Would Morgan face the same trials like before? Would she still have all those problems if her mother was still alive? Will her life be the same? But her life will not be without struggles… or secrets…what about her birth father Ciaran? Any way I hope you like it and I am still updating Ghost so check that one out too! So here it is!
Circle
Morgan's POV
I flung my hands out and felt the cool wind flow pass my face. The night was so cool, so beautiful, so…perfect! I glanced at my mother happily, I could see the grin on her face.
"Morgan," she said, trying to sound stern but failing, "don't get carried away." She looked at the other coven members who were staring at me with amusement and some even in annoyance. I stood there in the centre of our circle, full of blood witches and others who are studying wicca, I knew I was making a fool of myself. I was a little embarrassed but I didn't care. That night was so wonderful! I could feel the magick, I could touch it. I wanted to suck it in like a vacuum almost. I couldn't stop smiling.
A man who I recognised as my father walked towards me disbanding the circle and pulling on my hand. "Morgan," he whispered ever so softly, "behave." I giggled. Then he took his place in the circle next to my mother with me next to him. I squirmed with excitement, I couldn't believe it, my first circle! My mother started to chant, everyone started walking deasil. Everyone closed their eyes trying to concentrate on gathering their power and strength but I couldn't, my eyes were wide open. I could see the brilliant light show that danced in the sky, I could see each and everyone's auras, I could feel the magick! So we all walked hand-in-hand deasil invoking the Goddess. I have never felt so much beauty that surrounded me.
That night was perfect.
Maeve's POV
Morgan, my sweet child, such enthusiasm and willingness to study wicca. It's her birthright and she has excepted it willingly. And she is destined to be the most powerful witch of her generation. I could see it in her eyes when she was only a wee age of 7 when she had her first circle. Oh how excited she was. I could see it in her eyes, as she playfully ran into the centre the circle as we purified it. Her eyes shone so radiant. Oh those beautiful eyes, brown but not quite brown more like hazel with the slightest hint of green, so small that you can barely notice the green. She looked so much her father that night which made me cherish her all the more.
That night was perfect.
Angus's POV
I think everyone remembers their first circle. Especially Morgan. In a week's time it will be her 10th year anniversary of her first circle on Samhain. This year's Samhain will be extra special.
Although it was 10 years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember her aura as she stepped into her first circle. I could feel her heart quicken. But as we were going to start, she broke away from the circle and ran into the circle and flung her hands into the air. She was the most adorable thing. I smiled inwardly. I noticed Maeve smiling broadly, as if it was the happiest day of her life. It was mine too. I knew that my Morgan will be the most powerful witch of all time, she was one with the Goddess, I could see it in her eyes. Her glittered with utter pleasure. Those eyes… so unlike mine… because she isn't mine and will never be. But when will she find out? When can we stop this sherade? But this is not true! She is mine. I raised her since she was born. I held her when she was born. We have a father-daughter bond so strong, it can never be broken! She is part of me and I to her. She is my daughter! And you know what else is not true? She will never find out about our lie, she will never find out about her father. Ignorance is bliss.