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Oh Goddess! I can't believe I told Morgan that Cal, my half brother who tried to kill my muirn beatha dan, is back. She was so devestated. But, she needed to know. I have to do everything in my strength to protect her from him. Goddess, please help me.
Giomanach
That night, after Hunter had gone, I decided to scry for Cal. The house was quiet, not a sound was heard, and that's just how I liked it. I locked the door joining Mary K's room to mine, and cast some runes over my door, to make it harder for someone to come in. Trying not to make the slightest sound, I crept over to my closet. With outstretched arms, I pulled my altar close to me. Placing everything in order, my stomach did flips, and the butterflies fluttered around. A voice distracted me, and threw my balance off just a tad.
"Morgan, are you alright love??" It was Hunter. He had sent me a witch message.
Perfect timing, I thought. I decided that I ought to send him a message back, or he'll get worried. "I'm fine Hunter." It was a start. I can't tell him about me scrying for his half brother who damn near almost killed me. He'd only get mad, and interrogate me for hours. I'd be better off staying quiet about it. "I'm just about to go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow." There we go. Short and sweet. I'd normally stay up late sending him messages, but right now, I was curious, and also a little bit scared of finding out where Cal was.
"Alright then. I'll let you get some sleep. Goodnight Morgan." I said goodnight, and lit my candle. In no time at all, the flame started changing colors. I concentrated harded, and saw pictures. In my mind, I thought of Cal, and that's exactly who I saw in the flame.
He was talking to somebody. A girl, with long dark hair. She look farmiliar, like someone I've seen often. I dropped that fact, and began to take note of the scenery. Trees, grass, shrubs, benches... it looked like an ordinary park, but something was so farmiliar. Something caught my eye. It was a bright flash of light, almost blinding if you wanted to call it that. Should I tell Hunter?? He'd know what it means!! No, I'll just keep looking. I tried looking closer, but the girl destracted me. Her long brown hair flipped over, and her face was revealed.....
CRASH!!! My poor little kitten, Dagda, had fallen off the bed. He had broken my concentration, and the candle flame flickered out into a cloud of grey smoke.
"Oh great..." I muttered. "Just when something interesting was about to happen."
"Morgan?? Are you okay??" It was my dad. His scratchy voice told me that the noise had just woken him up. I shoved the altar back into my closet, scooped Dagda up into my arms, and crawled underneath the covers.
"I'm fine dad, it was Dagda." My dad gave a soft snort, and made his way to his bedroom, draging his heavy feet.
"Okay then, goodnight Morgan." I sighed, and rested my head on the pillow, thinking off all the good times I had with Cal. The night that he had given me his necklace. That time he spoke to me, for the very first time. Our first kiss. It all came back, and my eyes filled with tears. Dagda slowly walked up to me, and nudged my cheek with his pink little nose. I smiled, and pet him.
"You lucky little cat, you don't have any problems to worry about." A tiny little mew was the last thing I heard, before I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Oh Goddess! I can't believe I told Morgan that Cal, my half brother who tried to kill my muirn beatha dan, is back. She was so devestated. But, she needed to know. I have to do everything in my strength to protect her from him. Goddess, please help me.
Giomanach
That night, after Hunter had gone, I decided to scry for Cal. The house was quiet, not a sound was heard, and that's just how I liked it. I locked the door joining Mary K's room to mine, and cast some runes over my door, to make it harder for someone to come in. Trying not to make the slightest sound, I crept over to my closet. With outstretched arms, I pulled my altar close to me. Placing everything in order, my stomach did flips, and the butterflies fluttered around. A voice distracted me, and threw my balance off just a tad.
"Morgan, are you alright love??" It was Hunter. He had sent me a witch message.
Perfect timing, I thought. I decided that I ought to send him a message back, or he'll get worried. "I'm fine Hunter." It was a start. I can't tell him about me scrying for his half brother who damn near almost killed me. He'd only get mad, and interrogate me for hours. I'd be better off staying quiet about it. "I'm just about to go to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow." There we go. Short and sweet. I'd normally stay up late sending him messages, but right now, I was curious, and also a little bit scared of finding out where Cal was.
"Alright then. I'll let you get some sleep. Goodnight Morgan." I said goodnight, and lit my candle. In no time at all, the flame started changing colors. I concentrated harded, and saw pictures. In my mind, I thought of Cal, and that's exactly who I saw in the flame.
He was talking to somebody. A girl, with long dark hair. She look farmiliar, like someone I've seen often. I dropped that fact, and began to take note of the scenery. Trees, grass, shrubs, benches... it looked like an ordinary park, but something was so farmiliar. Something caught my eye. It was a bright flash of light, almost blinding if you wanted to call it that. Should I tell Hunter?? He'd know what it means!! No, I'll just keep looking. I tried looking closer, but the girl destracted me. Her long brown hair flipped over, and her face was revealed.....
CRASH!!! My poor little kitten, Dagda, had fallen off the bed. He had broken my concentration, and the candle flame flickered out into a cloud of grey smoke.
"Oh great..." I muttered. "Just when something interesting was about to happen."
"Morgan?? Are you okay??" It was my dad. His scratchy voice told me that the noise had just woken him up. I shoved the altar back into my closet, scooped Dagda up into my arms, and crawled underneath the covers.
"I'm fine dad, it was Dagda." My dad gave a soft snort, and made his way to his bedroom, draging his heavy feet.
"Okay then, goodnight Morgan." I sighed, and rested my head on the pillow, thinking off all the good times I had with Cal. The night that he had given me his necklace. That time he spoke to me, for the very first time. Our first kiss. It all came back, and my eyes filled with tears. Dagda slowly walked up to me, and nudged my cheek with his pink little nose. I smiled, and pet him.
"You lucky little cat, you don't have any problems to worry about." A tiny little mew was the last thing I heard, before I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.