A/N- So many of you guys contacted me begging for more so I am happy to say
I sat down and worked on this little chapter for you. Hope you enjoy
Chapter 21- The Rescue
POV Fiona
I don't know what's happening. My head hurts and my tummy feels bad and where's momma? Momma! Mommy! Mum! I want to cry, I want my mum. Jules is here but I can't find her and Auntie Alwyn left yesterday. She's gone like mum is. She's far away, I can feel it.
"MUM!" I scream, I'm crying now, I'm so frightened. I feel like the sun won't ever come out again, "MUMMY!"
I race up the stairs and go into my room and pull my blankie over my head, I hug my stuffed bunny, Carrot, and I reach under the pillow and grab the picture of daddy. I want my mum, I want my da, I want to leave but I don't know where to go.
Outside a black cloud is coming closer and closer and I don't know where to run. Mummy never told me where to go for a cloud. But it's a scary cloud, a very very scary cloud. I can't breathe and I can't scream and I scream in my head like mum taught me to, "MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY!"
I hear her voice louder then the last time I did this, "It's okay baby, mummy and daddy are coming."
Daddy? I had never seen daddy, I wanted to daddy to hurry and I looked at his picture and pretended that it was real and tried to yell in his head, "Please please hurry daddy, please hurry. I'm scared, please hurry."
I was crying so hard, the cloud was so much closer then the last time I called mummy, and so much scarier.
Then I heard a voice in my head I never heard before but I knew it was daddy, "We're coming, stay safe Fiona."
I held my bunny and my blankie and my picture tighter and rocked back and forth on my bed trying to make the bad cloud go away, trying to make the wave go away.
POV- Hunter
Michelle and I were just getting out of the cab when Fiona's words hit us. Below us a fog of destruction covered the village I assumed Michelle called home, I feared we may be too late. Jet lag wanted me to sleep but the rest of my body was to awake to listen, it knew that danger was near, knew that my young defenseless daughter was in grave danger and at that moment I knew Fiona and I were more alike then I can possibly say, even though I never met her I knew her just like she knew me. I felt this sharp connection to her, this sharp love and worry.
It was just as I thought this that I heard a tiny voice so bombarded with tears it was hard to understand squawking, "Please please hurry daddy, please hurry. I'm scared, please hurry."
She sounded so terrified but I was so thrown off by hearing her in my head, how on earth did she know I was here? How could someone so young be able to send "witch messages" as Morgan called them? Fiona wasn't even four and she sent me a message I could fully hear and understand. She was a strong little nymph.
"We're coming, stay safe Fiona." I told her and I meant it. I wanted to say everything to her, that I wished we could've always known each other that I wish I could've held her the moment she was born and been there for every second. That I wished I loved Michelle and that we could've been a family. But I couldn't say that now, that was for later.
I grabbed Michelle's hand and looked at her, her tear stains hadn't left her face but her expression was so hard that I knew she could make anything crack. The new dark wave wasn't like the old one, it was harder to track, harder to kill, but easier to distract. It attracted to the thing with the most power, we had known this from the get-go and when Michelle had been capable of conversation on the plane we thought up how we were going to rescue our daughter.
First we would send a ball of energy to the Wave, together we were strong enough to tempt the Wave away from the village, away from Fiona, and then as the Wave came close enough to feel we would simultaneously bind our majick. It would sort of be like having the Wave zone in on us then right before it strikes we disappear from radar. Binding wouldn't prevent it from seeing us completely but it would hopefully surprise it long enough for us to run into the village, grab Fiona and run into a more human populated zone where our powerful auras would be drowned out by all of the normal ones. At least for long enough to put up a few temporary spells to let us have a breather. We would simply have to keep running until the Wave disappeared from behind us, no Wave could go on without stopping because its sender would have to stop eventually to rest and regain their strength. And since we knew it was Kent sending it, we figured that he would need to stop after an hour or so, he wasn't strong enough to go much longer.
Michelle shook me from my thoughts and we nodded with resign before raising our hands and chanting in Gaelic. The words were the ones that I had learned so long ago from her for when we combined our majick that I forgot their meaning, the chant itself was engrained in my memory but I couldn't for the life of me translate it. Not that it mattered, Fiona mattered. Saving her mattered, our helpless little girl.
I felt a surge inside of me, a wave of terrific power that I sometimes forgot I had. No spell from the Council gave me the rush that Michelle's old spell did. Her spells are like ecstasy for weaker witches then her, they make you feel the entire universe alive and at your fingertips, they make you tingle with strength and knowledge and realize that you are beautiful and invincible. They make everything better, that's why Michelle was such an extraordinary witch. I felt Michelle flash this power to the Wave like a drunk girl flashing her boobs at a concert and like the girl, we got attention.
Like a dog scenting a rabbit, the Wave knew that we were behind it not in front of it and we were o-so-much-more-delicious then what it had been about to consume: our offspring. It wasn't that we were all that much stronger then Fiona, it was just that her power was balled inside her untapped and unused, the Wave couldn't sense what Fiona wasn't conscience of which would be her saving grace right now.
I felt the horrible cloud of evil sweep towards us faster and faster and I squeezed Michelle's hand. We stopped chanting the power chant and began a binding spell at the same time, I hated the sensation of a damper on all that awesome strength inside of me, I wanted to feel it but I got past that, now was not the time for a power trip.
I ran past the cloud, so close that I could feel its malice flow down my spine and turn every part of my body to ice but I looked past it and kept running, as did Michelle. We were sprinting, sprinting faster then I ever sprinted before and I followed her as she opened the door to a quaint little home, all the flowers and herbs of the garden in front withered and dead from the Wave.
My heart was pounding but not from the excitement, not from the adrenaline, not from fear..from anticipation. I was going to meet my daughter, she was somewhere in this house and soon we would save her and she would be in my arms for the first time.
And I would never let her go again, I swore to myself I would never let her go again.
A/N- Next chapter- Fiona and Hunter meet at last.
Chapter 21- The Rescue
POV Fiona
I don't know what's happening. My head hurts and my tummy feels bad and where's momma? Momma! Mommy! Mum! I want to cry, I want my mum. Jules is here but I can't find her and Auntie Alwyn left yesterday. She's gone like mum is. She's far away, I can feel it.
"MUM!" I scream, I'm crying now, I'm so frightened. I feel like the sun won't ever come out again, "MUMMY!"
I race up the stairs and go into my room and pull my blankie over my head, I hug my stuffed bunny, Carrot, and I reach under the pillow and grab the picture of daddy. I want my mum, I want my da, I want to leave but I don't know where to go.
Outside a black cloud is coming closer and closer and I don't know where to run. Mummy never told me where to go for a cloud. But it's a scary cloud, a very very scary cloud. I can't breathe and I can't scream and I scream in my head like mum taught me to, "MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY!"
I hear her voice louder then the last time I did this, "It's okay baby, mummy and daddy are coming."
Daddy? I had never seen daddy, I wanted to daddy to hurry and I looked at his picture and pretended that it was real and tried to yell in his head, "Please please hurry daddy, please hurry. I'm scared, please hurry."
I was crying so hard, the cloud was so much closer then the last time I called mummy, and so much scarier.
Then I heard a voice in my head I never heard before but I knew it was daddy, "We're coming, stay safe Fiona."
I held my bunny and my blankie and my picture tighter and rocked back and forth on my bed trying to make the bad cloud go away, trying to make the wave go away.
POV- Hunter
Michelle and I were just getting out of the cab when Fiona's words hit us. Below us a fog of destruction covered the village I assumed Michelle called home, I feared we may be too late. Jet lag wanted me to sleep but the rest of my body was to awake to listen, it knew that danger was near, knew that my young defenseless daughter was in grave danger and at that moment I knew Fiona and I were more alike then I can possibly say, even though I never met her I knew her just like she knew me. I felt this sharp connection to her, this sharp love and worry.
It was just as I thought this that I heard a tiny voice so bombarded with tears it was hard to understand squawking, "Please please hurry daddy, please hurry. I'm scared, please hurry."
She sounded so terrified but I was so thrown off by hearing her in my head, how on earth did she know I was here? How could someone so young be able to send "witch messages" as Morgan called them? Fiona wasn't even four and she sent me a message I could fully hear and understand. She was a strong little nymph.
"We're coming, stay safe Fiona." I told her and I meant it. I wanted to say everything to her, that I wished we could've always known each other that I wish I could've held her the moment she was born and been there for every second. That I wished I loved Michelle and that we could've been a family. But I couldn't say that now, that was for later.
I grabbed Michelle's hand and looked at her, her tear stains hadn't left her face but her expression was so hard that I knew she could make anything crack. The new dark wave wasn't like the old one, it was harder to track, harder to kill, but easier to distract. It attracted to the thing with the most power, we had known this from the get-go and when Michelle had been capable of conversation on the plane we thought up how we were going to rescue our daughter.
First we would send a ball of energy to the Wave, together we were strong enough to tempt the Wave away from the village, away from Fiona, and then as the Wave came close enough to feel we would simultaneously bind our majick. It would sort of be like having the Wave zone in on us then right before it strikes we disappear from radar. Binding wouldn't prevent it from seeing us completely but it would hopefully surprise it long enough for us to run into the village, grab Fiona and run into a more human populated zone where our powerful auras would be drowned out by all of the normal ones. At least for long enough to put up a few temporary spells to let us have a breather. We would simply have to keep running until the Wave disappeared from behind us, no Wave could go on without stopping because its sender would have to stop eventually to rest and regain their strength. And since we knew it was Kent sending it, we figured that he would need to stop after an hour or so, he wasn't strong enough to go much longer.
Michelle shook me from my thoughts and we nodded with resign before raising our hands and chanting in Gaelic. The words were the ones that I had learned so long ago from her for when we combined our majick that I forgot their meaning, the chant itself was engrained in my memory but I couldn't for the life of me translate it. Not that it mattered, Fiona mattered. Saving her mattered, our helpless little girl.
I felt a surge inside of me, a wave of terrific power that I sometimes forgot I had. No spell from the Council gave me the rush that Michelle's old spell did. Her spells are like ecstasy for weaker witches then her, they make you feel the entire universe alive and at your fingertips, they make you tingle with strength and knowledge and realize that you are beautiful and invincible. They make everything better, that's why Michelle was such an extraordinary witch. I felt Michelle flash this power to the Wave like a drunk girl flashing her boobs at a concert and like the girl, we got attention.
Like a dog scenting a rabbit, the Wave knew that we were behind it not in front of it and we were o-so-much-more-delicious then what it had been about to consume: our offspring. It wasn't that we were all that much stronger then Fiona, it was just that her power was balled inside her untapped and unused, the Wave couldn't sense what Fiona wasn't conscience of which would be her saving grace right now.
I felt the horrible cloud of evil sweep towards us faster and faster and I squeezed Michelle's hand. We stopped chanting the power chant and began a binding spell at the same time, I hated the sensation of a damper on all that awesome strength inside of me, I wanted to feel it but I got past that, now was not the time for a power trip.
I ran past the cloud, so close that I could feel its malice flow down my spine and turn every part of my body to ice but I looked past it and kept running, as did Michelle. We were sprinting, sprinting faster then I ever sprinted before and I followed her as she opened the door to a quaint little home, all the flowers and herbs of the garden in front withered and dead from the Wave.
My heart was pounding but not from the excitement, not from the adrenaline, not from fear..from anticipation. I was going to meet my daughter, she was somewhere in this house and soon we would save her and she would be in my arms for the first time.
And I would never let her go again, I swore to myself I would never let her go again.
A/N- Next chapter- Fiona and Hunter meet at last.