A/N: Well, it's the one you ask for. If you don't like it, don't blame me!
I do as told.
Well, here I wrote it. As you wish (LILITH, that means YOU….well, not in that way…..well, think of Princess Bride, whatever)
Anyway….Michelle, be nice to me! Ummmm……….okay…..go read.
Oh, and just so you guys know…………….CAL SUCKS!!!!!****************************************************************** ****************************************
Morgan, I thought, walking through the woods, Morgan, where are you? I knew this mission had been a stupid idea.
Suddenly, I became aware of sounds in front of me. Growling. I focused my magesight and saw two animals in front of me. Wolves.
My heart stopped dead in my chest. They saw me, recognized me as prey, and one; a beautiful tawny wolf began to step forward.
I gathered my senses about me, and did the only thing I knew at the moment. I ran. Brush scraped against my legs as I ran, until my legs ached. My heart pounded with fear inside my chest, my whole body began to shake with terror and fatigue. The wolves followed.
I shot witch fire back at them, my long legs pumping furiously, but to no avail. They dodged the light effortlessly, only accelerating their speed in anticipation.
Suddenly, I stopped. A large rock pressed in front of me. I was trapped. There was no way out. The wolves slowed their chase, enjoying my fear, my certain death.
I pressed myself against the rock, shaking with fear, knowing that my life was about to end.
The beautiful tawny colored wolf stepped forward, grinning.
Oh, Goddess, I thought, unable of any coherent thoughts.
As it neared me, I looked at its dark, endless eyes, fearful. It was then I saw something strangely familiar. There was something I knew in those eyes, even as the glared at me with contempt. They were hazel. It raised it's paw to strike me, but I could only stare into it's eyes. They were as familiar as my own. I'd stared at them countless times, trying to understand what was going on behind them.
"Morgan?" I whispered, and its paw froze in midair. It looked surprised, and then again angry. But I still saw something in there. A spark. A life. A soul. Something more than just an animal that was about to tear me to shreds. It must be her; it had to be her.
"Morgan?" I whispered again, still sweating from being chased.
The wolf still looked confused, and I knew it was her. Oh, Goddess. My muirn beatha dan was standing in front of me, a wolf, next to her murderous father, about to rip me apart. And she wouldn't realize what she'd done until it was too late. My heart threatened to implode inside my chest. Oh, no. NO.
"Oh, Morgan," I said mournfully. I was already dead, and she would be bound to Ciaran forever.
She had to make the choice. She probably already had. And then I realized that I had nothing left to lose. Either way, I'd lost my soul mate. She would make her choice, and I would be dead, and I didn't care. I had nothing else. I'd lost my brother, I'd all but abandoned my sister... I hadn't even found my parents. What was I worth?
I straightened against the rock, and unwrapped my scarf. I saw her eyes widen with surprise. I waited to see what her choice would be...a choice that could end both our lives.
"You're choice Morgan," I told her, and waited for my death.
She stood, staring at me, uncomprehendingly. I prayed to the Goddess that she'd figure it out, that she'd realize who she was, who I was. That she'd come back, she wouldn't kill me. This was Morgan. The girl strong enough to face anything. She wasn't a murderer.
Then her eyes widened with realization. Yes, I thought. Come on, Morgan. Remember.
"You're choice Morgan," I told her again.
She sat down, her powerful legs curled under her. I could see her mind racing. I love you, I thought. Please remember. Please.
My life was probably already lost, and it flashed before my eyes. I remembered, losing my parents, losing Linden, my guilt of his death. And now, losing Morgan. I'd never done anything worthwhile. I'd ruined witches lives, killed my brother, and I had never even found my parents. And now, Morgan was lost because I didn't save her. Oh, no. No, no, no.
Suddenly Morgan's' back arched and she let out a howl into the night. It was a horrible sound, and it made me want to shudder. It was strangled, smothered sound. It was horrifying to me. I couldn't tell from the sound of it whether she was going to kill me or not. I shivered inside my coat.
Suddenly Ciaran growled and stepped forward. Oh Goddess, I thought again, I'm dead. Ciaran began to leap forward, but suddenly he dropped. His eyes widened with fear and shock, and I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Then Morgan began to morph back into a person, and she cried out in pain. Suddenly members of the Council burst into the woods shouting spells.
"He went there!" I shouted, although Ciaran was already long gone.
Morgan was now fully human, curled on the floor, naked. I took of my overcoat and wrapped it around her. Then, I picked her up and began to walk out of the woods, and she passed out in my arms.
I reached home a while later. Sky was upstairs, sleeping. I stretched Morgan, still unconscious, across my lap and watched her sleep. Ironically enough, after what happened, she looked innocent and peaceful. It was a long time before she awoke, and I simply sat there, and watched her, wondering if I could ever have her again. At least she'd made her choice/
Suddenly her eyelids fluttered and she whispered, "I choose good."
"I know, love," I whispered back.
She began to cry softly, against me. I held her for a long time, and stroked her bare, smooth skin. I whispered healing spells, to make the change easier for her. Although I knew that even though I could take away the physical pain, the memories would always be there. The horror of tonight would never leave. Not for her or me.
A long time later, Morgan sat in my living room, dressed in some of Sky's clothes, wrapped tightly in a blanket. I handed her a cup of magickal healing tea, and folded her fingers gently around the mug. Then, I sat down next to her.
She sipped it, then gagged, "Agh, this is awful."
"I know. Drink it anyway. It will help," I told her from experience.
She sipped it for a moment, then asked, "Why were you out there?"
"I was looking for you. I got a message from Ciaran that you were in danger."
She looked surprised, then said, "How did you know where I was? How did Eoife show up at the last minute?"
I didn't want to lie to Morgan, but I knew I had to. She'd be angry if she knew. Which would be the perfect way to end one of the most terrifying nights of my life. A fight with Morgan.
"We scried. Ciaran had blocked himself from us, but you hadn't. Ciaran wanted us to look for you. He wanted to plant me in your path while you were shape shifting. He was testing you."
She shuddered, but then frowned, looking perplexed. "I did block myself. I was covered with protective spells, spells that wouldn't let anyone find me without my will."
Uh-oh. I was busted. I might as well tell her. It was too hard to lie to her anyway.
"You have a watch sigil on you," I admitted, breathing out, relieved.
"Excuse me?" she said, shocked.
"You have a watch sigil on you," I repeated, embarrassed, "Since Eoife taught you the ward-evil spells. During one of those she put a watch sigil on you."
She simply stared at me, and I prayed she wasn't angry. I tried to explain myself.
"We needed to know where you were, who you were with. Your inexperienced, love, and that makes you a target. Any dark witch who knew that would be dangerous to you. There was nothing about this mission that was safe."
She sighed, then murmured, "Take it off now."
"I will," I said, relieved. She must have been too tired to argue. She certainly looked it.
"I feel like such a failure," she said after a moment, "I haven't learned anything about the time of the dark wave, or the spell, or anything. I've sentenced Alyce and Starlocket to death." She shut her eyes tightly, in pain.
"No, Morgan," I told her, rubbing her knee, "You got Killian here and Ciaran. They know we're here and that we're on high alert. And you have to remember, you did incredibly well just not to have been killed."
"Oh, God," she groaned, shaking her head miserably, "At least I planted the watch sigil on him."
"What? You did? When?" I was completely shocked. I'd had no idea. Although I seemed pretty out of the loop about just about everything right now.
"Right as we were turning, shifting. I breathed it into his fur and traced the sigil on his neck. Actually, that was probably useless, too. Once he changes back---"
"It will still be on him," I interrupted her, unable to help grinning, "Oh, Goddess, Morgan! The council is going to be ecstatic to hear it. That's the best news I've had in a long time," I told her, and it was true. On a burst of impulsiveness I leaned in a kissed her forehead and cheek.
"Morgan, I think your mission was a smashing success. You planted the watch sigil on Ciaran, and we're both still alive, and unhurt…" I took her hand and kissed it, but she seemed sad and simply unaffected. She closed her eyes in memory.
"He wanted you to kill me," I reminded her, wrapping my arms around her, "If you have killed me, it would have been one less Seeker---and you'd have lost your muirn beatha dan. It would have bound you to him in a way that love alone never could," I told her, unsure whether she'd draw away from me.
She shuddered again. "I was starting to care for him," I admitted.
"I know. How could you not? He's your birth father. And I believe his feelings for you were sincere also. Despite everything, I believe that's true."
She began to cry silently, tears running down her cheeks.
"I have you," I told her, holding her against me tightly. "I have you. You're safe. It's all right. Everything's going to be all right." I said, trying to convince both her and myself. The memories of blinding terror were still present in my mind.
"There's no way anything will ever be all right again,"she said as I kissed the tears away from her cheeks.
"That's not true," I told her.
She looked into my eyes, and another wave of realization seemed to pass through her. I braced myself.
"I love you so much," she said.
I considered jumping or screaming or something of the sort, but decided I was too tired for both. Instead, I just gave her a bittersweet smile and leaned closer. My lips lightly pressed against her, unsure. But she didn't pull away, she responded. I pressed down harder, feeling a gentle white glow around us. She curled her arm around my neck and I was surprised to suddenly find our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Our kiss deepened, and I tried to hold her the closest I could after being apart for so long. Suddenly she pulled away from me.
I opened my eyes to look at her, and was surprised to see her gazing around us, and she started to laugh softly. I followed her gaze, and saw with a shock that there were flower petals raining down gently on us, all sort of petals, brightly colored. I felt an enormous smile break out across my face. I kissed her again, pressing my body closer against hers, hoping I didn't hurt her. I hadn't, because she pulled me even closer, and kissed me back.
And as we kissed, after all that fear, I felt irrationally safe, and I knew everything was going to be fine.
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A/N: Do you like it? Well, tell me! Yes, you know what to do. Click that buttons under this that says REVIEW! Tell me what you think, and what I should do next1
And…for the next part…DRINKS. You see, I've been having a really bad week, and I need a pick me up. So, send those jelly shots over!!!!!!! Killian+Raven+Kali+Jelly shots= HAPPY KALI. Do you remember the drinking scene in Changeling. Yes, I want to be THAT drunk. Help me please!
Well, here I wrote it. As you wish (LILITH, that means YOU….well, not in that way…..well, think of Princess Bride, whatever)
Anyway….Michelle, be nice to me! Ummmm……….okay…..go read.
Oh, and just so you guys know…………….CAL SUCKS!!!!!****************************************************************** ****************************************
Morgan, I thought, walking through the woods, Morgan, where are you? I knew this mission had been a stupid idea.
Suddenly, I became aware of sounds in front of me. Growling. I focused my magesight and saw two animals in front of me. Wolves.
My heart stopped dead in my chest. They saw me, recognized me as prey, and one; a beautiful tawny wolf began to step forward.
I gathered my senses about me, and did the only thing I knew at the moment. I ran. Brush scraped against my legs as I ran, until my legs ached. My heart pounded with fear inside my chest, my whole body began to shake with terror and fatigue. The wolves followed.
I shot witch fire back at them, my long legs pumping furiously, but to no avail. They dodged the light effortlessly, only accelerating their speed in anticipation.
Suddenly, I stopped. A large rock pressed in front of me. I was trapped. There was no way out. The wolves slowed their chase, enjoying my fear, my certain death.
I pressed myself against the rock, shaking with fear, knowing that my life was about to end.
The beautiful tawny colored wolf stepped forward, grinning.
Oh, Goddess, I thought, unable of any coherent thoughts.
As it neared me, I looked at its dark, endless eyes, fearful. It was then I saw something strangely familiar. There was something I knew in those eyes, even as the glared at me with contempt. They were hazel. It raised it's paw to strike me, but I could only stare into it's eyes. They were as familiar as my own. I'd stared at them countless times, trying to understand what was going on behind them.
"Morgan?" I whispered, and its paw froze in midair. It looked surprised, and then again angry. But I still saw something in there. A spark. A life. A soul. Something more than just an animal that was about to tear me to shreds. It must be her; it had to be her.
"Morgan?" I whispered again, still sweating from being chased.
The wolf still looked confused, and I knew it was her. Oh, Goddess. My muirn beatha dan was standing in front of me, a wolf, next to her murderous father, about to rip me apart. And she wouldn't realize what she'd done until it was too late. My heart threatened to implode inside my chest. Oh, no. NO.
"Oh, Morgan," I said mournfully. I was already dead, and she would be bound to Ciaran forever.
She had to make the choice. She probably already had. And then I realized that I had nothing left to lose. Either way, I'd lost my soul mate. She would make her choice, and I would be dead, and I didn't care. I had nothing else. I'd lost my brother, I'd all but abandoned my sister... I hadn't even found my parents. What was I worth?
I straightened against the rock, and unwrapped my scarf. I saw her eyes widen with surprise. I waited to see what her choice would be...a choice that could end both our lives.
"You're choice Morgan," I told her, and waited for my death.
She stood, staring at me, uncomprehendingly. I prayed to the Goddess that she'd figure it out, that she'd realize who she was, who I was. That she'd come back, she wouldn't kill me. This was Morgan. The girl strong enough to face anything. She wasn't a murderer.
Then her eyes widened with realization. Yes, I thought. Come on, Morgan. Remember.
"You're choice Morgan," I told her again.
She sat down, her powerful legs curled under her. I could see her mind racing. I love you, I thought. Please remember. Please.
My life was probably already lost, and it flashed before my eyes. I remembered, losing my parents, losing Linden, my guilt of his death. And now, losing Morgan. I'd never done anything worthwhile. I'd ruined witches lives, killed my brother, and I had never even found my parents. And now, Morgan was lost because I didn't save her. Oh, no. No, no, no.
Suddenly Morgan's' back arched and she let out a howl into the night. It was a horrible sound, and it made me want to shudder. It was strangled, smothered sound. It was horrifying to me. I couldn't tell from the sound of it whether she was going to kill me or not. I shivered inside my coat.
Suddenly Ciaran growled and stepped forward. Oh Goddess, I thought again, I'm dead. Ciaran began to leap forward, but suddenly he dropped. His eyes widened with fear and shock, and I had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Then Morgan began to morph back into a person, and she cried out in pain. Suddenly members of the Council burst into the woods shouting spells.
"He went there!" I shouted, although Ciaran was already long gone.
Morgan was now fully human, curled on the floor, naked. I took of my overcoat and wrapped it around her. Then, I picked her up and began to walk out of the woods, and she passed out in my arms.
I reached home a while later. Sky was upstairs, sleeping. I stretched Morgan, still unconscious, across my lap and watched her sleep. Ironically enough, after what happened, she looked innocent and peaceful. It was a long time before she awoke, and I simply sat there, and watched her, wondering if I could ever have her again. At least she'd made her choice/
Suddenly her eyelids fluttered and she whispered, "I choose good."
"I know, love," I whispered back.
She began to cry softly, against me. I held her for a long time, and stroked her bare, smooth skin. I whispered healing spells, to make the change easier for her. Although I knew that even though I could take away the physical pain, the memories would always be there. The horror of tonight would never leave. Not for her or me.
A long time later, Morgan sat in my living room, dressed in some of Sky's clothes, wrapped tightly in a blanket. I handed her a cup of magickal healing tea, and folded her fingers gently around the mug. Then, I sat down next to her.
She sipped it, then gagged, "Agh, this is awful."
"I know. Drink it anyway. It will help," I told her from experience.
She sipped it for a moment, then asked, "Why were you out there?"
"I was looking for you. I got a message from Ciaran that you were in danger."
She looked surprised, then said, "How did you know where I was? How did Eoife show up at the last minute?"
I didn't want to lie to Morgan, but I knew I had to. She'd be angry if she knew. Which would be the perfect way to end one of the most terrifying nights of my life. A fight with Morgan.
"We scried. Ciaran had blocked himself from us, but you hadn't. Ciaran wanted us to look for you. He wanted to plant me in your path while you were shape shifting. He was testing you."
She shuddered, but then frowned, looking perplexed. "I did block myself. I was covered with protective spells, spells that wouldn't let anyone find me without my will."
Uh-oh. I was busted. I might as well tell her. It was too hard to lie to her anyway.
"You have a watch sigil on you," I admitted, breathing out, relieved.
"Excuse me?" she said, shocked.
"You have a watch sigil on you," I repeated, embarrassed, "Since Eoife taught you the ward-evil spells. During one of those she put a watch sigil on you."
She simply stared at me, and I prayed she wasn't angry. I tried to explain myself.
"We needed to know where you were, who you were with. Your inexperienced, love, and that makes you a target. Any dark witch who knew that would be dangerous to you. There was nothing about this mission that was safe."
She sighed, then murmured, "Take it off now."
"I will," I said, relieved. She must have been too tired to argue. She certainly looked it.
"I feel like such a failure," she said after a moment, "I haven't learned anything about the time of the dark wave, or the spell, or anything. I've sentenced Alyce and Starlocket to death." She shut her eyes tightly, in pain.
"No, Morgan," I told her, rubbing her knee, "You got Killian here and Ciaran. They know we're here and that we're on high alert. And you have to remember, you did incredibly well just not to have been killed."
"Oh, God," she groaned, shaking her head miserably, "At least I planted the watch sigil on him."
"What? You did? When?" I was completely shocked. I'd had no idea. Although I seemed pretty out of the loop about just about everything right now.
"Right as we were turning, shifting. I breathed it into his fur and traced the sigil on his neck. Actually, that was probably useless, too. Once he changes back---"
"It will still be on him," I interrupted her, unable to help grinning, "Oh, Goddess, Morgan! The council is going to be ecstatic to hear it. That's the best news I've had in a long time," I told her, and it was true. On a burst of impulsiveness I leaned in a kissed her forehead and cheek.
"Morgan, I think your mission was a smashing success. You planted the watch sigil on Ciaran, and we're both still alive, and unhurt…" I took her hand and kissed it, but she seemed sad and simply unaffected. She closed her eyes in memory.
"He wanted you to kill me," I reminded her, wrapping my arms around her, "If you have killed me, it would have been one less Seeker---and you'd have lost your muirn beatha dan. It would have bound you to him in a way that love alone never could," I told her, unsure whether she'd draw away from me.
She shuddered again. "I was starting to care for him," I admitted.
"I know. How could you not? He's your birth father. And I believe his feelings for you were sincere also. Despite everything, I believe that's true."
She began to cry silently, tears running down her cheeks.
"I have you," I told her, holding her against me tightly. "I have you. You're safe. It's all right. Everything's going to be all right." I said, trying to convince both her and myself. The memories of blinding terror were still present in my mind.
"There's no way anything will ever be all right again,"she said as I kissed the tears away from her cheeks.
"That's not true," I told her.
She looked into my eyes, and another wave of realization seemed to pass through her. I braced myself.
"I love you so much," she said.
I considered jumping or screaming or something of the sort, but decided I was too tired for both. Instead, I just gave her a bittersweet smile and leaned closer. My lips lightly pressed against her, unsure. But she didn't pull away, she responded. I pressed down harder, feeling a gentle white glow around us. She curled her arm around my neck and I was surprised to suddenly find our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Our kiss deepened, and I tried to hold her the closest I could after being apart for so long. Suddenly she pulled away from me.
I opened my eyes to look at her, and was surprised to see her gazing around us, and she started to laugh softly. I followed her gaze, and saw with a shock that there were flower petals raining down gently on us, all sort of petals, brightly colored. I felt an enormous smile break out across my face. I kissed her again, pressing my body closer against hers, hoping I didn't hurt her. I hadn't, because she pulled me even closer, and kissed me back.
And as we kissed, after all that fear, I felt irrationally safe, and I knew everything was going to be fine.
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A/N: Do you like it? Well, tell me! Yes, you know what to do. Click that buttons under this that says REVIEW! Tell me what you think, and what I should do next1
And…for the next part…DRINKS. You see, I've been having a really bad week, and I need a pick me up. So, send those jelly shots over!!!!!!! Killian+Raven+Kali+Jelly shots= HAPPY KALI. Do you remember the drinking scene in Changeling. Yes, I want to be THAT drunk. Help me please!