AN: I don't own any of the characters, except for the one I introduced in
my last chapter, Mandi MacWood. The story line is mine, and I own Mandi.
MUHUAHAHA... *just joking Mandi* Anyway, read on!
That night, when I was in my room thinking of what Hunter had just told me, a received a phone call. To my reluctance, it was only Bree.
"Hey!! Why did you run off like that??" She asked. I knew that question would pop up sometime in the conversation, and now that she knew the truth, I had to tell her what went on between Hunter and I. But, I couldn't tell her over the phone.
"Bree, I need to talk to you in person. Can I come over??" Dagda walked over to me, and circled around my legs. Not now my precious Dagda, I thought, I can't play with you now.
"Sure Morgan. I'll be waiting." I hung up the phone, and sighed as I leaned up against the wall. I was glad that Bree and I were friends again. Now I had someone I could tell everything too. I nearly fell while running down the stairs.
"Where are you off to??" My father, Sean Rowlands asked me.
"I'm going to Bree's house for a bit!! I won't be gone too long, but don't wait up, okay?? He chuckled a hearty laugh, and smiled after looking up from his newspaper.
"Alright, we won't. Have fun dear!!" Those were the last things I heard before I closed the door, and started walking to Bree's. I would've taken Das Boot, but she wasn't herself lately. The wind was cold as the sun was setting. I zipped up my jacket, and thought about what Hunter had told me earlier.
"You are the daughter of the two greatest Wiccans. Maeve Riordan, and Ciaran MacEwan." Those words stayed in my head for the rest of the day, and I couldn't take it. Sometimes, I felt like I didn't want to be their daughter. If it would cause me this much pain, why is the Goddess allowing it to happen?? Some questions can't be answered Morgan, I said to myself. I sighed, and walked a little faster, trying to get to Bree's house quicker. I thought of more things that seemed to cause me harm.
Why did I, Morgan Rowlands, have to be the daughter of the two most powerful Wiccans?? Maybe I don't want to be a witch. Maybe I just want to be me. Morgan Rowlands. A normal 18 year old girl who hangs out with her friends. But, Wicca was in my blood. I couldn't think about it any longer, because when I looked up, I was standing right in front of Bree's house.
The door swung open, and there stood Bree, now wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and a t-shirt of which she had cut the sleeves off.
"Hi!" She sounded so cheerful, like everyday. I wish I could be her. Always so happy, without a care in the world. But I wasn't. I was Morgan.
"Hey. Can I come inside??" Bree moved out of the way, and I stepped in. Her house was so warm compared to the cold outside. Bree took my coat, and I looked around. Her house was so big and clean. We walked up to her bedroom, where we could get the most privacy. Her brother, Ty, was visiting for the week and he was watching TV downstairs.
"So, what's so important??" she asked. That's it Bree, I thought, let's get right to the point!! I sat down on her comfortable bed, and looked at her. "What is it Morgan??" I closed my eyes, and poured my heart out.
"Hunter lied to me." Bree looked shocked, but something told me that she knew what was going on. "He sent me a witch message during lunch, and that's why I left. He told me about Mandi MacWood, and -" Bree cut me off.
"Who's Mandi MacWood??" she asked with a curious tone in her voice. I explained the rest of the story, and she looked as if she was hearing it for the second time around. I ignored Bree as I continued the story.
"Morgan.." I kept talking on and on about Cal, and this Mandi MacWood. "Morgan!! Listen to me!!" By now, Bree had a hold of my shoulders, and she held me in place.
"Bree, why did you interrupt me??" I asked. She was quick and blunt, but the answer shocked me.
"Morgan, I know where Cal is."
AN: Sorry if this took a while to post up, along with Chapters 5 and 6. My computer is really messed, and fanfiction.net won't let me upload my chapters!! *growls at fanfiction.net* hehe... sorry... animal instincts.
That night, when I was in my room thinking of what Hunter had just told me, a received a phone call. To my reluctance, it was only Bree.
"Hey!! Why did you run off like that??" She asked. I knew that question would pop up sometime in the conversation, and now that she knew the truth, I had to tell her what went on between Hunter and I. But, I couldn't tell her over the phone.
"Bree, I need to talk to you in person. Can I come over??" Dagda walked over to me, and circled around my legs. Not now my precious Dagda, I thought, I can't play with you now.
"Sure Morgan. I'll be waiting." I hung up the phone, and sighed as I leaned up against the wall. I was glad that Bree and I were friends again. Now I had someone I could tell everything too. I nearly fell while running down the stairs.
"Where are you off to??" My father, Sean Rowlands asked me.
"I'm going to Bree's house for a bit!! I won't be gone too long, but don't wait up, okay?? He chuckled a hearty laugh, and smiled after looking up from his newspaper.
"Alright, we won't. Have fun dear!!" Those were the last things I heard before I closed the door, and started walking to Bree's. I would've taken Das Boot, but she wasn't herself lately. The wind was cold as the sun was setting. I zipped up my jacket, and thought about what Hunter had told me earlier.
"You are the daughter of the two greatest Wiccans. Maeve Riordan, and Ciaran MacEwan." Those words stayed in my head for the rest of the day, and I couldn't take it. Sometimes, I felt like I didn't want to be their daughter. If it would cause me this much pain, why is the Goddess allowing it to happen?? Some questions can't be answered Morgan, I said to myself. I sighed, and walked a little faster, trying to get to Bree's house quicker. I thought of more things that seemed to cause me harm.
Why did I, Morgan Rowlands, have to be the daughter of the two most powerful Wiccans?? Maybe I don't want to be a witch. Maybe I just want to be me. Morgan Rowlands. A normal 18 year old girl who hangs out with her friends. But, Wicca was in my blood. I couldn't think about it any longer, because when I looked up, I was standing right in front of Bree's house.
The door swung open, and there stood Bree, now wearing a pair of grey jogging pants and a t-shirt of which she had cut the sleeves off.
"Hi!" She sounded so cheerful, like everyday. I wish I could be her. Always so happy, without a care in the world. But I wasn't. I was Morgan.
"Hey. Can I come inside??" Bree moved out of the way, and I stepped in. Her house was so warm compared to the cold outside. Bree took my coat, and I looked around. Her house was so big and clean. We walked up to her bedroom, where we could get the most privacy. Her brother, Ty, was visiting for the week and he was watching TV downstairs.
"So, what's so important??" she asked. That's it Bree, I thought, let's get right to the point!! I sat down on her comfortable bed, and looked at her. "What is it Morgan??" I closed my eyes, and poured my heart out.
"Hunter lied to me." Bree looked shocked, but something told me that she knew what was going on. "He sent me a witch message during lunch, and that's why I left. He told me about Mandi MacWood, and -" Bree cut me off.
"Who's Mandi MacWood??" she asked with a curious tone in her voice. I explained the rest of the story, and she looked as if she was hearing it for the second time around. I ignored Bree as I continued the story.
"Morgan.." I kept talking on and on about Cal, and this Mandi MacWood. "Morgan!! Listen to me!!" By now, Bree had a hold of my shoulders, and she held me in place.
"Bree, why did you interrupt me??" I asked. She was quick and blunt, but the answer shocked me.
"Morgan, I know where Cal is."
AN: Sorry if this took a while to post up, along with Chapters 5 and 6. My computer is really messed, and fanfiction.net won't let me upload my chapters!! *growls at fanfiction.net* hehe... sorry... animal instincts.