What has Sgath done now? I don't want him to hurt Morgan again. I want to trust Morgan, but I don't know if I can. Taihbs have entered Widow's Vale yesterday. Someone called upon them. I don't want to hurt Morgan, but I'm sure that it was her. I feel like I'm being split into two halves. Goddess, help me. Guide me. Help me make the right choices. Do I trust Morgan? Is Cal back again? Don't let him hurt Morgan. Please. Pleaseā¦
~Giomanach
I woke up the next morning with my head feeling like a hammer was pounding on it. I felt Hunter coming up the walk outside. He wasn't in a good mood. But does he ever seem to be in a good mood? I thought to myself. Great. There's nothing I would like better then waking up on a Saturday and dealing with an angry Hunter.
Thankfully Mary K. opened the door instead of my parents. I cast out my senses and didn't feel them in the house. Crap. Then at least I would have some sort of excuse as to why I couldn't talk to him. "Morgan! Someone named Hunter is here!"
"Hold on a sec!" I yelled down.. I quickly got dressed, and met him downstairs.
"I need to talk to you in private," he stated. "Can we go upstairs to your room?"
"No," I responded flatly. "My parents wouldn't like you up there."
"Right. How about my house? Some of the members of the council may be coming, and they may like to talk to you."
I let out a long sigh. "Fine."
The car ride over there was the longest ten minutes anyone could possibly imagine. As soon as my house was out of sight, Hunter began his little speech.
"There was dark magick going on by the power sink yesterday. The council has reasonable belief that it was you. Possibly with Cal. You don't know what you are getting yourself into Morgan."
"How dare you accuse me of something like that! I don't know why I even agreed to go to your house to talk. What the hell is your problem, Hunter?" I knew this would not end up good. It didn't even start well.
"I'm a seeker. The type of magick made there matched yours."
"Oh and how do you figure that?" I retorted.
"The council knows what kind of magick you're capable of, and there are different types of magick. We matched it with yours." He swerved to the side of the road and turned to me. "Morgan, if you tell me the truth, you will make things so much easier on yourself and Cal. Were you performing a dark magick ritual yesterday night?"
Could Cal have used me for some type of ritual? I wondered. Deep in my heart I knew I had to protect Cal for now; until I figured things out. "No, I wasn't there yesterday night." I looked him straight in the eye, daring him to say something else.
"Morgan," he began.
"Take me home now."
"We aren't done," he warned me. I could feel him trying to decide whether or not he should bring me home.
We passed by his house. Quickly, he stopped in, and came out with an old, leather book. He got back into his Honda and drove me back home.
When I got back home, I ran up to my room. It was only twelve o'clock, but it felt like weeks went by since this morning. I decided to lay down and read my mother's BOS. Cal, you have caused me so much pain, yet I need to protect you. For now, I will remain loyal to you.
Hunter doesn't trust me. He thinks I was there last night. After reading and thinking about the whole situation for a bit, I reached a conclusion. If Hunter thinks it's me, let him be correct. No use in being blamed for something that you didn't do. As I left the house, I left behind my old life and started the life of a real Woodbane; a true Woodbane.
