Author's note: You asked for it, more scenes with Hunter coming right up. Oh the things I do for good reviews Hmm perhaps we should find out where Hunter's birthmark is lol. *Watches as ratings go up off of the charts* Hmm, now for another experiment. This next part is all about Cal! In fact Morgan really loves him more than Hunter, I announce. *Ratings shoot down and the whole audience leaves.* Come on people! Lighten up a bit! Okay well, I'm making no promises about whom this next chapter is all about, you'll just have to read for yourself. *Evil laughter*

The Council refuses to act until they have more evidence about what is actually going on. I've heard them whispering, they think I've become too emotionally involved here. I pray to Spirit that they don't make me leave. I'll die if I have to leave my mùirn beatha dàn behind. It's funny how my emotions have changed so dramatically since she threw that bloody athame in my neck, it's as if I've never felt true love before this.

-Gìomanach

Das Boot smoothly moved down the roads to Hunter's house, and soon I was outside of it. It was sort of shabby, but familiar and I loved being here almost as much as being at Practical Magick. Hunter opened the door as I made my way up his porch. he breathed my name.

You aren't busy are you? I asked him, hoping that he wasn't.

No, come in, he replied. I cast my senses: it seemed that Sky was gone and we'd be alone. I knew my mom would never approve of me being alone at my 19 year old boyfriend's house, but she didn't understand the circumstances. He took my coat and poured us both cups of tea.

Out of habit I waved my left hand widdershins above it and thought cool the fire', and took a drink of the tea, which was now perfect temperature. I could notice Hunter frowning slightly, but not was much as if I had chosen to drink diet coke instead. Have you talked to the Council yet? I asked him

He nodded taking a sip of his tea. They're concerned, but they remember what happened last time we tried to prevent one of you visions from happening. They suspect that another witch is out against us, and think it's probably either one of my enemies or a member of Amyranth. However, they're more convinced that Ciaran is trying to get to you again.

I frowned thoughtfully. I sincerely doubted that Ciaran, my father, was behind this again after knowing that I had power over him. Hunter seemed to read my thoughts, but didn't indicate if he knew my knowledge of his true name. You know the Ciaran's best way to trick you would be with making you believe that Cal is after you. I doubt that there's any witch out there that hasn't heard about what Cal and Selene tried to do, he added, his concern coming out in his voice and his eyes.

I sighed. Everyone did seem to know, and they looked at me as if I was some animal in a zoo. Please don't feed Morgan, the uninitiated witch who escaped Selene Belltower.' Sometimes I just wanted to be a normal teenage girl, who never had to see the dark side of Wicca. Hunter leaned in to kiss me; his warm lips were comforting. Don't worry about it, I'm sure that the Council will be able to take some sort of action once they know some more of the facts. I'm not going to let what happened in New York happen again, he breathed against my lips. I blushed a little, seeing the desire in his eyes.

It's getting late, I started pulling away. I'd probably better go before my parents start worrying, I explained, reminding him that I was still living at home.

He straightened up, seeming almost embarrassed. he replied. I grabbed my coat and he saw me out the door. As I pulled out the driveway I looked back at him and saw how badly he wanted me to stay, and I know that I feel the exact same way. It's like a shadow's passed over him, I think he's more worried than he wants to admit.

I managed to make it home without any further interruptions and soon set to making dinner. Mary K. still wasn't home, but I knew how shopping trips with Jaycee often were prolonged and didn't worry about it. Mom got home when I had nearly finished dinner. Mmm, what smells so good? she asked, entering the kitchen.

I made spaghetti, I replied, stirring the sauce.

It smells good, sweetie. Do you know where your father and Mary K. are? she asked me, appearing to look for something in the kitchen.

Dad got home about five minutes ago and wandered around the house in look for something, but I suspect he has forgotten what he was looking for and retired to your room. And Mary K. said that she was shopping with Jaycee after school, I replied knowledgeably, keeping all details into account.

She nodded. He certainly has become forgetful, my adopted mother agreed.

What do you mean by has become'? Dad's been forgetful for as long as I can remember, I quipped.

She laughed. And then she left the kitchen to go upstairs to her room.

I waited for a minute and then lowered the temperature on the stove and covered the saucepan to go upstairs as well. It was 6:30 and I still hadn't managed to even start on my homework. Dagda twitched his ears as I crashed down with my notebook and calculus textbook, but remained sleeping. I was content to solve the problems in the book knowing that they were much less complicated than the ones in my life. Each problem seemed symbolic and I enjoyed unraveling the mysteries within, feeling that with each problem solved in the book I became that much closer to solving my own ones.

Dinner was eaten in silence as Mary K. still wasn't home and hadn't called yet. I could tell that my parents were worried, but as we all figured that she was still at Jaycee's they didn't bring it up. My mother must have felt that the quiet was unbearable and decided to speak up. What did you do today, Molly? God, I hadn't heard that nickname in a long time.

Not much. Well, Mr. Powell is allowing me to retake our American history test that we just did. I guess I didn't do as well as I'd like to do, I replied. What an understatement! I'd gotten a 47% on it, that's worse than just not as well as I'd like'. Other than that it was just a normal day, I added. Yeah, except I'd yelled at Bakker because I think he raped Mary K. and my dead ex-boyfriend talked to me completely normal.

I'm sure you'll do fine, you always do, my dad said.

I agreed, trying not to show how I didn't believe it. Well, I'm full. I still need to do some studying, I said getting up to put my plate in the dishwasher. I knew I'd never be able to talk to my parents like I used to. I'd never be able to tell them some of the things that I've been through. It killed me to not tell them the truth, but it was for their good as well as my own. They had completely freaked out when they found the books about Wicca in my room; not only because we're Catholic, but also because they feared for my safety. Maeve, my birth mother had been killed less than a year after I was born, and she was a witch.

I sighed, knowing that I desperately needed to study: I'd already established the fact that you can't absorb the knowledge through osmosis simply by laying your head on the book instead. I started at the beginning of the unit scanning through all that we had learned since Christmas break.

Christmas break that has been the worst time of my life. I had just recently watched David Redstone be stripped of his power for summoning a taibhs in order to save Practical Magick. But other than that, it had also been during Christmas break that I saw Cal die, and helped to kill Selene.

But there is never merely the dark without the light; I had also met Hunter during this time. True, I did nearly kill him when he fell into the Hudson River after I threw an athame into his neck, but we've since realized that we're mùirn beatha dàns and are truly and completely in love.

I sighed once again and returned to my studying, as I hadn't done since discovering Wicca. I perused through the book until I no longer felt the energy to do so and the words felt engraved on my retinas. With heavy eye-lids I got ready for bed, and finally set out to try to get some sleep.

I woke up some time later as the light from the bathroom crept under the door, and I heard the familiar sound of Mary K. brushing her teeth.

She had snuck into the house at about 1:00.

*Author's notes* I've spent too much time talking about them let's talk about me! I'm a sexy 15 f wa, who enjoys long walks on the beach and puppies no seriously. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm going in for back surgery within a couple of days and don't know when I'll have the next installment on fanfiction.net. But never fear, I'll have plenty of time to write after the surgery and won't forget you, my devoted audience. Perhaps I can even get my trained monkey of a little brother to post the next chapters until I'm able to get to a computer *wiggles eyebrows in a suggestive manner* *eyebrows go wild and attack a small farming community in southern Iowa* Speaking of eyebrows Jack Nicholson's eyebrows really scare me you know this one time---

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