A/N: Just a repost of chapter one. It was pointed out that i hadnt changed
Cally and Austin, i do believe, (their clans, which i have changed)
Thanks!!
Death and destruction are everywhere. I am constantly being moved to a new, safer place, but it's always the same. They find us, and send another wave. I haven't seen either of my parents in months. Nor has any of our group. We're the boom. The power high. The next generation. One of each clan. The good, the light. The cause of the pain and death.
I am Moira Niall. One of the seven boom's on the planet. By boom's I mean kids. My mother had a dream sixteen years ago. Deep down, subconsciously, Morgan Niall is a seer.
The night that separates one from another,
Seven will be born, of different backgrounds
Terror will break, darkness will follow
That was us. All seven of us were born on Samhain, all after 8 pm. The night that separates one wiccan year from another. Austin; our Brightendale, Rider; the Vikroth, Cally; the Rowanwand, Preston; our Burnhide, Tenna; the Leapvaughn, Noah; Wydenkells and Me; the closest thing can find of a pure Woodbane. The darkness is the constant dark wave flying after us.
The boom of power. That is what the seven of us form. The most powerful child the clan line has seem since the last. This time, however, we were more. The most power this world has ever seen, and together, more. Together we formed so much power, we couldn't preform a simple circle without setting of where we were. So why are we forced together? Because we have to be. To every side, there is another. The moon to the sun, the day to the night, the light to the dark.
Two years ago, the first dark wave was launched. We could feel the effects the night after mom's dream. The three of us scried, and it wasn't even in the country yet. That's when we knew we had to flee. The funny thing was, it wasn't after the coven, it wasn't after the great Queen of Belwicket, it wasn't after the ex-seeker. It was after me. We fled, and ended up with the other six booms. Which leave's me here, and my parents wherever they may be.
Death and destruction are everywhere. I am constantly being moved to a new, safer place, but it's always the same. They find us, and send another wave. I haven't seen either of my parents in months. Nor has any of our group. We're the boom. The power high. The next generation. One of each clan. The good, the light. The cause of the pain and death.
I am Moira Niall. One of the seven boom's on the planet. By boom's I mean kids. My mother had a dream sixteen years ago. Deep down, subconsciously, Morgan Niall is a seer.
The night that separates one from another,
Seven will be born, of different backgrounds
Terror will break, darkness will follow
That was us. All seven of us were born on Samhain, all after 8 pm. The night that separates one wiccan year from another. Austin; our Brightendale, Rider; the Vikroth, Cally; the Rowanwand, Preston; our Burnhide, Tenna; the Leapvaughn, Noah; Wydenkells and Me; the closest thing can find of a pure Woodbane. The darkness is the constant dark wave flying after us.
The boom of power. That is what the seven of us form. The most powerful child the clan line has seem since the last. This time, however, we were more. The most power this world has ever seen, and together, more. Together we formed so much power, we couldn't preform a simple circle without setting of where we were. So why are we forced together? Because we have to be. To every side, there is another. The moon to the sun, the day to the night, the light to the dark.
Two years ago, the first dark wave was launched. We could feel the effects the night after mom's dream. The three of us scried, and it wasn't even in the country yet. That's when we knew we had to flee. The funny thing was, it wasn't after the coven, it wasn't after the great Queen of Belwicket, it wasn't after the ex-seeker. It was after me. We fled, and ended up with the other six booms. Which leave's me here, and my parents wherever they may be.