My fingers bled and ached, and raw blisters were beginning to form on their tips. And yet, nothing but happiness surged through me. My body was stiff, and my mind was fuzzy from lack of sleep, and yet nothing but happiness surged through me. The plans and problems should have been flying through my head day and night, and yet, nothing but three words floated absently through my mind: I'm getting married.

I, Morgan Rowlands, daughter of Mary and Shawn Rowlands was marrying Hunter Nial in a beautiful antique Catholic church on the outskirts of the English moors within a month. And I, Morgan Rowlands, daughter of Maeve Riordan of Belwicket and Ciaran MacEwan of Amaranth was to marry Giomanach of Kithic beneath the light of the full moon within a month. I was ecstatic.

For the past three months, I have been busy planning both ceremonies to make my parents and my friends happy. My friend Alyce Fernbrake and Hunter's cousin Sky have both been helping me create my wedding robes for the Witch's wedding. Every stitch has to be spelling and hand sewn, and it is this process that causes my fingers to bleed. In fact just the other night a fresh blister on my finger reopened and I got a drop of blood on the delicate white material of my dress. As I held back my tears of frustration, Alyce healed my hands and Sky quickly cleaned the stain, leaving the dress as good as new. I know all of this trouble will be worth it in the end.

My little sister Mary K. is so excited about being my maid-of-honor that it's almost sickening. I was going to just have Bree do it, but my mom gave me one of those looks, that said, she's your little sister! So I'm stuck with a way-too-cheerful girl while trying on dresses.

The Weddings will be held on Beltane, or rather Easter morning and Beltane Eve. Hunter and I thought it would be appropriate along with romantic if it was held on the celebration of love, fertility, and life. Goddess, it has been three wonderful and eventful years that we have known each other. And every moment that I am awake I thank both the Goddess and the God for our union.

We have both changed, grown more in those last three years into more mature, more open minded, and educated adults. He is now a man of twenty three years, and he has learned how to laugh more openly, to be himself more in public, and how to rely on me. I am finally a woman of twenty one and a half years, and I am strong enough to be the support for both of us if he is weak. My emotional as well as physical self has matured immensely.

Many of the hiding survivors of Belwicket have finally immerged and regrouped in Scotland when they heard I was calling. We have reformed the coven of Belwicket, and I am in training to one day take on my rightful place as its High Priestess. Katrina Byrne is the substitute at the moment, which has bee awkward for me these past few months since it was her son, Colm Byrne who pronounced his love to me. I refused him politely explaining that I was to soon be wed to another; to my Muirn Beatha Dan.

000

I shook my head and turned over in bed, trying to clear my head of all of these thoughts that seemed to explode within my skull. When I most need sleep it never comes. I wish Hunter were with me right now, holding me close to him as we wait for morning, but I knew that was a fat chance of every happening. Tonight I was sleeping in my old bedroom under my parents insistence of tomorow's early visit with them to the bakery. My mother was going to wear this whole wedding thing out. I could not wait another three weeks to get this over with.

Finally, at long last, my eyes drifted shut and my mind went numb as sleep took over my exhausted body.

000

It was definatley an early morning when Mary K. woke me with a knock on my door. For a moment I groaned, thinking I had to get up and go to school as an old bitter sweet nastalgia kicked in. But soon enough I realized that two years had passed since I had graduated with all honors from my old highschool.

I slowly dragged myself out of bed and down to the kitchen where Mary K. pushed a Diet Coke into my hand. Atleast she was good for something.

My mom came bustling into the kitchen, all daisies and sunshine just like every morning and smiled as she placed a kiss on the top of my head.

" Good morning my little bride to be. Did you sleep well last night in your own bed?" My own bed. I wanted to state that my own bed was in Scotland like it had been for the past two years along with Hunter's. But I qickly reconsidered.

" Yeah, I slept great mom." I swallowed down about half of my Diet Coke in one gulp and got to my feet to quickly go change and groom myself for public appearance. The day was going to be long.

A/N: Alright. I have read the whole series and half of the novel so far, and I don't like the novel. So I'm writing how I think Morgan and Hunter's life should have been like after the series. Just like the novel it starts up three years after they met, and if you haven't noticed they're getting married. And my honest opinion on any mean reviews: i don't care if you don't like it. Even if nobody reviews or everyone hates it, I like it and will continue to write it. So if you don't have anything good to say, just bite your tongue and go away.