Chapter 2
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Moira sat in homeroom, impatiently tapping her pencil on her desk. Right now, she really needed to go home not on her way to algebra, especially with a teacher like Mr. Sparcus. When the bell rang, Moira went straight into the bathroom and called her cousin Hayden. Hayden was her Aunt Alwyn's oldest son at eighteen. This year he'd be graduating from Somerset High. She knew he'd be at home, skipping again.
"Hello?" asked Hayden's sleepy voice.
"Hayden? It's me, Moira. Something weird just happened to me. I need you to pick me up, I gotta leave.
"Yeah? And take you where? Aunt Morgan is home all day today. You don't remember this the last time it happened?"
"Damn. What can I do to make them let me go home?"
"I don't know. Throw up.or just make yourself really hot, ya know with a hot rag."
"That never works! Not even for you," she hissed.
"I beg to differ. Just try it. Later." The phone clicked off on the other line.
Moira dropped her head into her hands. Sighing, she made her way out of the bathroom and down to the nurse's office. Taking Hayden's awful advice she had tried to dampen her forehead with a hot rag but by the time she had got to the office, she had re-played her vision so many times, she was seriously dizzy. Taking a deep breath and putting on her best feel- sorry-for-me-face, she went into the nurse's office to try and go home.
Twenty-five minutes later, Morgan Niall pulled up into the High school parking lot. She rushed into the school office to find her daughter sitting in a chair, looking helpless. A look never associated with Moira.
"I don't understand. If your stomach hurt, why not say a quick feel- better spell?" her mother asked on the ride home.
"Mom, those things never work for me. I'm not even initiated yet."
"They always worked for me."
"I'm not you." Moira snapped. She hated being compared to her mother, especially because she knew she'd never be as good as her mother. Morgan Niall is a legend. No one even competes with her.
"I'm sorry; I don't want to make you feel bad. Moira you have the potential to be so much more powerful than I ever was. I just have to set your initiated. Then things will fall into place."
"Yeah, I hope so." Moira mumbled, and then hopefully she added: "How about Samhain?"
"That's much too soon. Moira you have a lot of other preparing to do. Beltane is a nice time for blood witch initiations.
"Mom! Come on, I can't wait that long. I'm ready."
"No your not. Your father and I just had this conversation. He wanted to go for Yule."
"Yule's great!" Moira exclaimed excitedly.
Her excitement didn't last long. She felt like a dark cloud was hanging over her head. Her visions, or whatever they were, weren't just dream episodes. It was more like a message and she wanted to know what it was trying to say.
Moira dragged herself upstairs and buried herself into the best dream- interpretation book her parents owned. A few hours later she woke up with it pressed into her face. She dragged herself downstairs just in time for dinner.
"Spells good," she joked. "What is it?"
"Chicken Morgan." Her mom answered.
"Moira! I heard you came home ill," exclaimed her dad, coming into the room and giving her a tight hug. Mackenzie went whizzing by, laughing and being chased by Moira's younger cousin, Logan. "Yeah, but I'm okay now. No big deal, I guess. I did want to tell you guys about something but I think it can wait. Are Aunt Mary-K and Uncle Josh here?"
"Yes they are," answered her father as he made salad. "Are you ok?"
"Oh yeah, it's nothing like that."
Moira began to set the table for seven, as a pregnant Aunt Alwyn came into the kitchen, followed by her Uncle. Everyone started to sit at the table and get ready for dinner.
"Mackenzie, Logan, Get to the table!" Moira yelled.
Dinner was the usual family gathering, everyone chatting and deciding what names were optional for Alwyn's baby. By the end, everyone had settled on Willow. But as much as Moira loved these family dinners, her mind was preoccupied with her dreams. Especially the latest. If they meant something, was it trying to tell her that she would be hurt? Or worse, Tatum would be? She knew she should tell her parents but if seemed like it would be too much of a burden and family dinner time was not the best time.
Claiming she had homework, Moira excused herself from the table and headed upstairs. She soon fell asleep thinking about her visions.
Moira sat in homeroom, impatiently tapping her pencil on her desk. Right now, she really needed to go home not on her way to algebra, especially with a teacher like Mr. Sparcus. When the bell rang, Moira went straight into the bathroom and called her cousin Hayden. Hayden was her Aunt Alwyn's oldest son at eighteen. This year he'd be graduating from Somerset High. She knew he'd be at home, skipping again.
"Hello?" asked Hayden's sleepy voice.
"Hayden? It's me, Moira. Something weird just happened to me. I need you to pick me up, I gotta leave.
"Yeah? And take you where? Aunt Morgan is home all day today. You don't remember this the last time it happened?"
"Damn. What can I do to make them let me go home?"
"I don't know. Throw up.or just make yourself really hot, ya know with a hot rag."
"That never works! Not even for you," she hissed.
"I beg to differ. Just try it. Later." The phone clicked off on the other line.
Moira dropped her head into her hands. Sighing, she made her way out of the bathroom and down to the nurse's office. Taking Hayden's awful advice she had tried to dampen her forehead with a hot rag but by the time she had got to the office, she had re-played her vision so many times, she was seriously dizzy. Taking a deep breath and putting on her best feel- sorry-for-me-face, she went into the nurse's office to try and go home.
Twenty-five minutes later, Morgan Niall pulled up into the High school parking lot. She rushed into the school office to find her daughter sitting in a chair, looking helpless. A look never associated with Moira.
"I don't understand. If your stomach hurt, why not say a quick feel- better spell?" her mother asked on the ride home.
"Mom, those things never work for me. I'm not even initiated yet."
"They always worked for me."
"I'm not you." Moira snapped. She hated being compared to her mother, especially because she knew she'd never be as good as her mother. Morgan Niall is a legend. No one even competes with her.
"I'm sorry; I don't want to make you feel bad. Moira you have the potential to be so much more powerful than I ever was. I just have to set your initiated. Then things will fall into place."
"Yeah, I hope so." Moira mumbled, and then hopefully she added: "How about Samhain?"
"That's much too soon. Moira you have a lot of other preparing to do. Beltane is a nice time for blood witch initiations.
"Mom! Come on, I can't wait that long. I'm ready."
"No your not. Your father and I just had this conversation. He wanted to go for Yule."
"Yule's great!" Moira exclaimed excitedly.
Her excitement didn't last long. She felt like a dark cloud was hanging over her head. Her visions, or whatever they were, weren't just dream episodes. It was more like a message and she wanted to know what it was trying to say.
Moira dragged herself upstairs and buried herself into the best dream- interpretation book her parents owned. A few hours later she woke up with it pressed into her face. She dragged herself downstairs just in time for dinner.
"Spells good," she joked. "What is it?"
"Chicken Morgan." Her mom answered.
"Moira! I heard you came home ill," exclaimed her dad, coming into the room and giving her a tight hug. Mackenzie went whizzing by, laughing and being chased by Moira's younger cousin, Logan. "Yeah, but I'm okay now. No big deal, I guess. I did want to tell you guys about something but I think it can wait. Are Aunt Mary-K and Uncle Josh here?"
"Yes they are," answered her father as he made salad. "Are you ok?"
"Oh yeah, it's nothing like that."
Moira began to set the table for seven, as a pregnant Aunt Alwyn came into the kitchen, followed by her Uncle. Everyone started to sit at the table and get ready for dinner.
"Mackenzie, Logan, Get to the table!" Moira yelled.
Dinner was the usual family gathering, everyone chatting and deciding what names were optional for Alwyn's baby. By the end, everyone had settled on Willow. But as much as Moira loved these family dinners, her mind was preoccupied with her dreams. Especially the latest. If they meant something, was it trying to tell her that she would be hurt? Or worse, Tatum would be? She knew she should tell her parents but if seemed like it would be too much of a burden and family dinner time was not the best time.
Claiming she had homework, Moira excused herself from the table and headed upstairs. She soon fell asleep thinking about her visions.