An: Mua ha ha. Has anyone else wondered what would have happened if Ciaran knew Morgan was working for the council (hello, her boyfriend is a seeker) and decided to well…kidnap isn't really a good word (she's the guy's daughter) Morgan and Killian? Well, after obsessive pondering (a week of thinking of nothing but Sweep) (fine! And how to make school less boring -i.e. -not bothering with a few classes) this idea shall be put to paper (hee hee)
HM…this is gonna take place right after Morgan calls Ciaran (damn it! Why isn't he MY dad? –jk-I think) Father, and tells him she wants to learn what he does. Tee hee.
"Well, my little daughter, as much as I doubt the truth in your words, eventually maybe there will be. Come now, lets get your big brother. It may just be a long ride," Ciaran told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked knowing this wasn't going to be good.
"You are in love with a seeker of all people my child. Of course you didn't expect me to believe you just wanted to get to know me better. Council business most likely, watch sigil?" Ciaran mused lightly.
I just sighed. Well, I knew this was going to be dangerous. "Are you going to kill me then?"
"No, no. You already know I can't take the life of my own child. You will simply, with your older brother as I'm sure you'll want someone to talk to-learn what it is to be a true Woodbane," Ciaran said firmly, and with that put on me a binding spell, that I knew I couldn't break.
"Little sister, little sister. How many time's must I tell you that the seeker is a loser. And if the seeker is a loser why must you get your dear family involved with the council. No fear though, big brother isn't mad," Killian sighed as we drove somewhere, who knew where.
"The seeker didn't want me to do this mission, too dangerous. For the record I am glad you're not mad. It's nice having a big brother. Even if he does make the members of your coven go crazy, and having a biological father, even if he is the wiccan equivalent of Hitler, is oddly nice. Now if this father would let me go…" I sighed back.
"Nice try, little daughter. Don't worry, you need only learn not practice if you so choose. I can't have the altogether tremendously high risk of you going to the council."
Hunter Pov
You'll get used to not having the one you love around. Don't worry, she didn't choose to come with me. But as she is my strongest little daughter she must learn the ways of her clan. Bye the way, this watch sigil on, this watch sigil off.
Bring her back. We'll be on even more of a high alert now.
She'll come back. But when I feel she's ready. She must learn first, all that there is to know. My daughter has to be sure of who she is first. I have to be sure of who she is.
What do you mean?
Ciaran didn't answer. Morgan, the only person who's ever made my emotions fly and seem so, unpredictable. Kidnapped by her father, a father who happened to be the leader of Amyranth. I felt myself sinking into the nearest chair, barely noticing the look of concern on Eoife's face.
"What happened?" she asked worried.
"Morgan. Ciaran. Kidnapped. Watch sigil removed," was all I could manage.
"You mean Ciaran has removed the watch sigil we put on Morgan and taken her captive?"
I nodded, full of frustration and worry, "Is there anything we can do?"
"I'm afraid not, at least for the moment, other than scry."