Second Sight
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweep or the characters
*A flash of white light filled Moira's vision. In a second a witch appeared. A dark witch weaving deceitful spells. Then darkness and clouds were all around her and next terrible destruction was everywhere. In another moment the visions were gone*.
Moira Niall awoke in a cold sweat. Looking around her room she slowly began to realize where she was. "Goddess," she whispered. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Yawning, she felt as if she hadn't slept in hours. The visions were so real, as if she were scrying but she was asleep.
"Goddess what?" said her younger sister, Mackenzie, sleepily. Mackenzie was only nine whereas Moira was fifteen. She couldn't wait to get her own room.
"Nothing, go back to sleep," muttered Moira. She lay back on her pillow, not being able to sleep again until the sun began to rise. Five minutes later, her alarm went off. Moaning, she got up for school.
Forty-five minutes later, Moira stomped down the stairs of her Victorian style home. Dressed in a pair of flared jeans and a plain white shirt under a brown, v-neck sweater, she walked into the kitchen.
"Morning honey," said her mother, Morgan Niall. "Sleep well?" Moira grunted something her mother couldn't understand. "Where's dad?" she asked with a confused look on her face, even though she could guess where he was. Her father, Hunter Niall, was wildly famous both as one of the few ex-Seekers for the International Council of Witches and for establishing the New Charter. People rarely talked about the ICOW, but they knew about it. The New Charter changed everything and things were a lot better for witches everywhere. "Working. Again." Answered her mother. "He'll be home later this afternoon, and I'll be going to Montreal for the weekend" Moira frowned. Her parents worked to hard. She barely ever saw her dad anymore. Since Moria had grown-up more or less, he'd been putting more hours into his work. Which explained why Mackenzie was constantly with Morgan. "Okay, I'm gone," Moira said walking out the door. "Bye sweetie!" her mother called after her.
Moira crossed her arms over her chest as she walked down to her best friend, Tatum Ryan's house. It was only the beginning of October but the air was already getting chilly. She came to halt in front of the driveway just in time to see Tatum's bleach blond hair bouncing in the air. She wore a denim mini-skirt with a white, low cut tank under a red zip-up jacket. Paired with a white necklace and white shoes, she looked great. "Hey!" she yelled, overly excited. "Guess what? For my sweet sixteenth, which is in five days, my mom is gonna let me get my nose pierced. A small diamond stud, it'll look great! Wow, its cold." "If only you were wearing clothes," Moira joked. "Shut up!" Tatum laughed. "Well that's cool about your nose. Every time I bring it up, mom mutters something about a "Raven" or something." The bus pulled up right as the girls got to the bus stop. The girls sat down in their usual seats. Moira decided to tell Tatum about the dream. "So, I had this creepy like vision-dream last night," she started. Moira explained everything as best she could, it had been hours since the dream and her memory was a little foggy. "Huh. That is a little weird, but it wouldn't be the first time. You don't think it's some.prophecy thing do you?" Moira shrugged as the girls stood up and approached the school. She sighed as she glanced at the school. Things in Somerset never changed. The small town was only about 3 hours from Widow's Vale, the town where her mother grew up. The best thing was that the city was only a half hour away. Climbing the stairs she and Tatum were greeted by Peyton Adams, Riley Johanson, and Jocelyn Gurevitch. Coming up behind them was Ben Deacon, Luke Taylor, Tatum's boyfriend: Bryan Randall and Moira's own crush: Nate Andrews. Her clique was possibly the most envied in the school and everyone knew they were witches. The only real blood witches were Moira, Nate, and Tatum. From behind an arm came around Moira. She turned to see Nate smiling at her. "Hey." "Hey," she answered smiling. After a few minutes of flirting with Nate, Moira turned to say goodbye to everyone and head to her locker before the first bell. When she reached over to tap Tatum on the arm, she was hit with another dream episode.
*She was running. It was dark, cloudy, with no one around. Some one was following her. She was hit with a feeling of overwhelming fear and anxiety. She couldn't get away.they were going to kill her.she was going to die.*
Moira snapped back into reality, feeling ready to faint.
"Are you ok?" Peyton asked looking worried.
"Yeah," said Moira uneasily. "Uh, I'll be fine, I got to go. See you later."
A/N: Hope you all like it. Just to let ya know, the things in the *'s are supposed to be italicized and they're Moira's "dreams". Please Review!
*A flash of white light filled Moira's vision. In a second a witch appeared. A dark witch weaving deceitful spells. Then darkness and clouds were all around her and next terrible destruction was everywhere. In another moment the visions were gone*.
Moira Niall awoke in a cold sweat. Looking around her room she slowly began to realize where she was. "Goddess," she whispered. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Yawning, she felt as if she hadn't slept in hours. The visions were so real, as if she were scrying but she was asleep.
"Goddess what?" said her younger sister, Mackenzie, sleepily. Mackenzie was only nine whereas Moira was fifteen. She couldn't wait to get her own room.
"Nothing, go back to sleep," muttered Moira. She lay back on her pillow, not being able to sleep again until the sun began to rise. Five minutes later, her alarm went off. Moaning, she got up for school.
Forty-five minutes later, Moira stomped down the stairs of her Victorian style home. Dressed in a pair of flared jeans and a plain white shirt under a brown, v-neck sweater, she walked into the kitchen.
"Morning honey," said her mother, Morgan Niall. "Sleep well?" Moira grunted something her mother couldn't understand. "Where's dad?" she asked with a confused look on her face, even though she could guess where he was. Her father, Hunter Niall, was wildly famous both as one of the few ex-Seekers for the International Council of Witches and for establishing the New Charter. People rarely talked about the ICOW, but they knew about it. The New Charter changed everything and things were a lot better for witches everywhere. "Working. Again." Answered her mother. "He'll be home later this afternoon, and I'll be going to Montreal for the weekend" Moira frowned. Her parents worked to hard. She barely ever saw her dad anymore. Since Moria had grown-up more or less, he'd been putting more hours into his work. Which explained why Mackenzie was constantly with Morgan. "Okay, I'm gone," Moira said walking out the door. "Bye sweetie!" her mother called after her.
Moira crossed her arms over her chest as she walked down to her best friend, Tatum Ryan's house. It was only the beginning of October but the air was already getting chilly. She came to halt in front of the driveway just in time to see Tatum's bleach blond hair bouncing in the air. She wore a denim mini-skirt with a white, low cut tank under a red zip-up jacket. Paired with a white necklace and white shoes, she looked great. "Hey!" she yelled, overly excited. "Guess what? For my sweet sixteenth, which is in five days, my mom is gonna let me get my nose pierced. A small diamond stud, it'll look great! Wow, its cold." "If only you were wearing clothes," Moira joked. "Shut up!" Tatum laughed. "Well that's cool about your nose. Every time I bring it up, mom mutters something about a "Raven" or something." The bus pulled up right as the girls got to the bus stop. The girls sat down in their usual seats. Moira decided to tell Tatum about the dream. "So, I had this creepy like vision-dream last night," she started. Moira explained everything as best she could, it had been hours since the dream and her memory was a little foggy. "Huh. That is a little weird, but it wouldn't be the first time. You don't think it's some.prophecy thing do you?" Moira shrugged as the girls stood up and approached the school. She sighed as she glanced at the school. Things in Somerset never changed. The small town was only about 3 hours from Widow's Vale, the town where her mother grew up. The best thing was that the city was only a half hour away. Climbing the stairs she and Tatum were greeted by Peyton Adams, Riley Johanson, and Jocelyn Gurevitch. Coming up behind them was Ben Deacon, Luke Taylor, Tatum's boyfriend: Bryan Randall and Moira's own crush: Nate Andrews. Her clique was possibly the most envied in the school and everyone knew they were witches. The only real blood witches were Moira, Nate, and Tatum. From behind an arm came around Moira. She turned to see Nate smiling at her. "Hey." "Hey," she answered smiling. After a few minutes of flirting with Nate, Moira turned to say goodbye to everyone and head to her locker before the first bell. When she reached over to tap Tatum on the arm, she was hit with another dream episode.
*She was running. It was dark, cloudy, with no one around. Some one was following her. She was hit with a feeling of overwhelming fear and anxiety. She couldn't get away.they were going to kill her.she was going to die.*
Moira snapped back into reality, feeling ready to faint.
"Are you ok?" Peyton asked looking worried.
"Yeah," said Moira uneasily. "Uh, I'll be fine, I got to go. See you later."
A/N: Hope you all like it. Just to let ya know, the things in the *'s are supposed to be italicized and they're Moira's "dreams". Please Review!