Once I got back home, I finished what homework I had left and then
went downstairs to have dinner with my family. My mom gave me a smile as
she sat down at the table, "Is your friend okay, Sweetie?"
I nodded "yep, he's fine." She didn't know that I had met my birth father. As far as she knew, my real father was dead. There were times when I wanted to tell her all that has happened to me. Then I decide it best not too.
My dad took a bite of his meat loaf, "that's great dear."
The rest of dinner, I listened to Mary K. talk about her weekend. Her social life had always been more booming then mine. I was just a brain before I found Wicca, I hung with my brainy friends which I had recently and regretfully abandoned. My new 'clique' consisted of members from Kithic.
I polished my plate and then climbed up the stairs exhaustedly. I found a huge t-shirt, some sweat pant, and then I tumbled into my bed. It was such a relief to be lying down, relaxing. My eyes closed willingly. Sleep, my mind chanted softly. Soon, I was out. My sleep did not come as peacefully as I thought it would though.
A coven surrounded me chanting, "Join us or die! Join us or die! The Dark Wave must continue!"
I stared at them with tear filled eyes and cried, "NEVER!"
One of the members moved towards me holding a dagger. I stared at his face, Killian. He lifted the dagger over my stomach while chanting something. "Killian! Don't do this!" I screamed. They had tied me to a wooden table and I couldn't break the spelled ropes. My magick was useless at this point; they had made sure of that.
Killian grinned at me sourly. The dagger dove down. Time seemed to slow. Then I felt the pain of the dagger digging into my chest. He pushed it down further using all his strength. I screamed a deafening scream.
I jarred awake grabbing my chest, breathing madly. Searching for air. Dagda hissed violently. I looked on my bed but he wasn't there. "Dagda." I whispered tauntingly. He appeared to be nowhere in my room. Carefully, I crept down the stairs and cast my senses. Dagda was outside. How did he get out there? I questioned myself. There is no way for him to get out of the house.
My hand twisted the cold doorknob and I stepped outside silently shutting the door behind me. The moons light cast a dim glow over my front lawn. Dagda sat on the hood of Das Boot hissing at something on the ground. I moved slowly to the area Dagda hissed at. A female figure jumped up off the ground and ran to a red truck. I darted after her but it was too late. She drove off quickly.
"Oh dear Goddess!" I murmured and picked up Dagda. I went upstairs and laid back down. It took me well over an hour to go back to sleep. Every time I shut my eyes I wondered who that had been. Could it be Ciaran's daughter or his wife? Maybe it was a female coven member of Amyranth. All I knew was that they had been doing something to my car and that they had to be stopped.
I nodded "yep, he's fine." She didn't know that I had met my birth father. As far as she knew, my real father was dead. There were times when I wanted to tell her all that has happened to me. Then I decide it best not too.
My dad took a bite of his meat loaf, "that's great dear."
The rest of dinner, I listened to Mary K. talk about her weekend. Her social life had always been more booming then mine. I was just a brain before I found Wicca, I hung with my brainy friends which I had recently and regretfully abandoned. My new 'clique' consisted of members from Kithic.
I polished my plate and then climbed up the stairs exhaustedly. I found a huge t-shirt, some sweat pant, and then I tumbled into my bed. It was such a relief to be lying down, relaxing. My eyes closed willingly. Sleep, my mind chanted softly. Soon, I was out. My sleep did not come as peacefully as I thought it would though.
A coven surrounded me chanting, "Join us or die! Join us or die! The Dark Wave must continue!"
I stared at them with tear filled eyes and cried, "NEVER!"
One of the members moved towards me holding a dagger. I stared at his face, Killian. He lifted the dagger over my stomach while chanting something. "Killian! Don't do this!" I screamed. They had tied me to a wooden table and I couldn't break the spelled ropes. My magick was useless at this point; they had made sure of that.
Killian grinned at me sourly. The dagger dove down. Time seemed to slow. Then I felt the pain of the dagger digging into my chest. He pushed it down further using all his strength. I screamed a deafening scream.
I jarred awake grabbing my chest, breathing madly. Searching for air. Dagda hissed violently. I looked on my bed but he wasn't there. "Dagda." I whispered tauntingly. He appeared to be nowhere in my room. Carefully, I crept down the stairs and cast my senses. Dagda was outside. How did he get out there? I questioned myself. There is no way for him to get out of the house.
My hand twisted the cold doorknob and I stepped outside silently shutting the door behind me. The moons light cast a dim glow over my front lawn. Dagda sat on the hood of Das Boot hissing at something on the ground. I moved slowly to the area Dagda hissed at. A female figure jumped up off the ground and ran to a red truck. I darted after her but it was too late. She drove off quickly.
"Oh dear Goddess!" I murmured and picked up Dagda. I went upstairs and laid back down. It took me well over an hour to go back to sleep. Every time I shut my eyes I wondered who that had been. Could it be Ciaran's daughter or his wife? Maybe it was a female coven member of Amyranth. All I knew was that they had been doing something to my car and that they had to be stopped.
