Morgan came out of the mutely coloured bathroom to see she had visitors in her bedroom. Two girls were making her bed, the first person Morgan saw was a girl who looked about 18 with dark curly hair and a slight tan. The other girl on the far side of the bed had pitch black hair and dark skin but her eyes pierced into Morgan's from across the bed, they was an almost bird-like quality to those eyes it was scary, it reminded Morgan vividly of what Raven eyes would look like if ever you got close enough to see their eyes.
The moment those Raven eyes noticed Morgan standing in the doorway the girl stopped what she was doing and straightened up giving Morgan a slight smile, the other girl opposite her also stopped and turned around. For a moment there was a silence as they all just looked at each other, then the girl with the curly hair came forward a few steps and held out her hand.
"Hi," she said, her tone sounding slightly wild to Morgan's ears "you must be Morgan, I'm Bambi and this is Brenna, but everyone calls her Bren. We were just tiding up in here for you, when you are ready we'll take you to meet the rest of the gang."
Morgan shook her hand, but was still quite curious as to who the girl really was and those thousands of questions that she had left burning in the back of her head came blistering forward again.
"We will answer those lovely burning questions of yours there as well, if you like." The dark hair Bren said quietly as if reading her thoughts. "You probably have like a Zillions of questions, and if I know Skye at all: you know Skye right? She brought you breakfast. Anyway, she tends to create more trouble than actually solve."
"Erm, yeah, I have a few questions"
"Few, being the operative word no doubt" Bambi answered smartly. "Look, we made sure the whole wardrobe was stoked up with clothes, so why don't you go get changed, Bren and I will finish up cleaning in here, then we will all go down and see if we can ease your mind a tad, sound OK?"
"Yes, err, can you answer one quick question though? What about my parents? They will probably really worry about me if I don't show up sooner or later."
Both of the girls smiled simultaneously, that made Morgan a little nervy, but she stuck by her question and waited for an answer.
"That I suppose we can answer," the beautiful Bren answered, "Zeke and Skye went by last night while you were at that other house and explained you had a huge group project that needed completing pretty quickly and were staying at our house to get it done. Approximate time of completion says three to seven days."
"Three to seven days! And they believed you?!"
"Zeke and Skye can be very… Persuasive. As you will get to learn." Bren smiled expansively then set to tiding the bed again. Apparently the conversation was over. Morgan just shook her head in wonder, OK, make the amount of questions she had to ask into 5 zillion, not just a single ONE!!
Morgan turned away from the Bren and Bambi (what a weird name by the way), and searched in the wardrobe for some clothes to wear. To Morgan's great surprise virtually all of the clothes were her size, she decided to go casual however, by picking out black jeans and a blue T-shirt, completed nicely a deep blue jacket Morgan had kept her eye on the whole way through her search of the wardrobe, but that together with the shoes Morgan noticed in the bottom and her outfit was set. Yes, thought Morgan happily, this will do nicely. She went into the bathroom to change out of the bathrobe into the chosen clothes, when she came out Bren and Bambi had cleaned the room and were sat on her bed talking quietly to each other.
"Err, I'm ready to go now." Morgan said nervously to the pair on her bed.
"Come on then," Bren said standing up with Bambi, "Dagan and the others are waiting in the living room downstairs."
Morgan just sighed and followed them. This was turning into a very bizarre situation. All of these people were talking and acting towards Morgan as if they had known her for all of her life. All Morgan wanted to know now was why she was here. That would be her first question she decided as they finished going down the stairs. They were leading her down a long wooden hallway now, the walls were covered with what looked like old paintings, and they certainly would not be out of place in a classic movie, thought Morgan silently. They finally stopped outside of two double doors and Morgan vaguely noticed there was a small guy with dark ginger hair stood outside. She only vaguely noticed him, because all of a sudden Morgan was feeling very strange, her stomach was upside down, but that was nothing new, she had had those feeling since she woke up this morning. No, Morgan felt as if her soul was talking to her, urging her to go through the doors as quick as possible, because fate was waiting on the other side. It was like one of those pre-cog things, like knowing someone was watching, or that you were supposed to remember something only you forgot what, or just knowing it was going to turn dark soon. An abrupt sense of demand over-came Morgan sharply and she looked straight ahead as the doors opened and came face to face with what Morgan could only describe as a god.
He was so beautiful, he stood in a would-be relaxed pose, and he had brown hair that went everywhere, in a wild fashion. Morgan wanted to see his eyes. She moved forward almost unconsciously, wanting to be near him. Morgan felt an imaginary herself being almost pulled towards him, Morgan was more than happy to oblige in this feeling. She smiled as she noticed he had dreamy purple eyes, like the colour of dreams, they sparkled merrily as he saw she approached him. All Morgan saw was him; her surroundings went totally un-noticed as she gazed up at him.
"Hello," the God spoke, "I'm Dagan, and sorry I had to make you wait so long." Then he smiled. It was one of the most engaging smiles Morgan had ever witnessed, she smiled her own in response and finally made herself blink.
"Err, Hi" Morgan gave a short bark of a laugh then stepped away, she had to get her bearing somehow and watching the Dagan-God definitely was not helping one little bit.
"Well, this atmosphere suddenly changed," came the remark quickly from Skye.
Morgan took the moment to take a quick glance about where she stood. It was a large room, tall walls reached up to a swirled ceiling, the walls were a painted green but were once again covered up with big pictures, this time of images of figures hunting. Morgan's eyes skimmed by the pictures, then noticed the room had a large fireplace and was full of couches, most of which were full of people sat in them. Morgan did a quick count and noticed there were three females and four males; all of them emanated a huge aura of wildness. Then Morgan noticed something else that made her stand dead still.
"You… you were the people waiting for me outside of my school." She hadn't noticed before, but now that they were all together Morgan made the link quickly. "What do you want? Why did you chase me? Why have you brought me here?" She looked for an exit but realised quickly that there were still people behind her. The windows then, but Morgan doubted whether they would break or not, in the movies people were always crashing through them, at this moment in time, Morgan seriously doubted if she could get as far as the windows themselves. "What do you WANT!?" She yelled at the people watching her.
"Morgan," Dagan said approaching her slowly, "calm down, we will explain everything." His hand touched her shoulder and Morgan felt herself melt under his touch, mentally berating her physical body for defying itself she moved silently under his touch. He took her round the sofas and sat her down next to him. Morgan became amazed at herself and blamed the soft couches for making her relax into his body. He had a lean body that was felt strong and warm next to her own, she clamped down on a sigh.
"So explain." Morgan said simply.
"OK, first place to start is introducing everyone I guess. So, here goes. You have met Skye, Bren and Bambi, but in here there is also Zeke, Murphy, but we all call him Red and Aiden. Everyone here makes up our team."
Dagan had pointed to everyone as he had said their names; Zeke had short brown hair and an intelligent face.
Red was quite big, but he looked very strong and powerful, his arms looked like anvils, his face differed from his body in that his eyes looked soulful and tender.
Aiden was shocking to view. He had ginger hair with dyed white streaks scattered throughout. His face was set in a huge grin and he had what looked like a playful look in his eye.
Morgan saw Bambi and Zeke look over Aiden quickly as if expecting him to do something any minute. Morgan only saw by appearances, but could tell that Aiden was obviously the mischievous one of the group. She looked back up at Dagan as he went on explaining.
"Now for the harder bit, this will take quite a bit of explaining I'm afraid and will probably makes no sense at all to you, but we have all the evidence you need right here and dinner can be called for if it takes us that long."
"What are you talking about?" Morgan muttered quietly.
"I am talking about a world that lives along your own Morgan, it is a world that contains witches, vampires, shapeshifters and werewolves. We call it the Night world and all of us here belong in it. Pretty soon, you will be too, because you are part of a prophecy." He quoted:
"Four to stand between the light and the shadow,
Four of blue fire, power in their blood.
Born in the year of the blind Maiden's vision;
Four less one and darkness triumphs."
"That is the prophecy you are a part of now, there is another one that goes on to the describing the four…"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute…" Morgan inserted quickly, "you are going WAY too fast."
"Just what I was about to say Dagan" remarked a guy standing by the window
"You are…?"Morgan asked for clarification
"Zeke" he replied quickly
"Just keeping tabs." Morgan retorted.
"Anyways, Dagan, you know she has probably picked up one out of ten of those words! Just because you want the nasty bit over with, does not mean you have to slide right by it."
"That was a bit abrupt Zeke, but yeah. So point number one; how can a world co-exist with this one? Two; what do you mean by Night World? Three… Oh, yes, prophecy? This all seems a bit too much. Are you lot on drugs?"
"No not drugs. OK, so demonstration time, Zeke? Red? Bambi? If you would care to oblige Morgan here?"
Morgan watch petrified, as Zeke with his intelligent face suddenly turned predatory, his eyes turned to quicksilver. "Vampire." She heard Dagan speak as if from a huge distance. Red, the strong yet sad man suddenly transformed from man to beast. Wait, not a beast, a bear, a red bear was meters from her body. She consciously got closer to Dagan's body as he said "Shapeshifter," into her ear. She looked to Bambi then, praying she would not change, yet knowing without a doubt that in a matter of seconds that she would be different. Then she was. Morgan watched as Bambi's hair grew all over her body and she went down on all fours. Her nose and mouth collided together and turned into an elegant snout, that of definite "Werewolf". That time, Morgan spoke the word herself. She heard the affirmative from Dagan but Morgan was still watching the creatures she had only known about only from books and films come alive in front of her eyes.
They changed back into their human-selves once again, but Morgan was still staring at them as if entranced that such creatures could be real.
"So that's why…" Morgan started to say, then jumped slightly as she realised they were all watching and waiting for what she had to say. "What about you?" She asked accusingly at Dagan "What are you?" Morgan watched him flinch then reply.
"I'm a witch."
"You have used magic on me." She just knew it somehow. "That is why I'm so attracted to you!" She accused it sharply and right to his face. "Undo it right now! You can't keep me here, just because you believe I fancy you! Which I do, because of you! Now undo the spell!" She moved to the other side of the sofa, a part inside of her told her to think before she spoke, but the greater part was really scared and was yelling at the one person she had got closer to in a matter of moments, than she had to anyone else in her entire life. "Well? Did you use magic on me?" She saw his mouth open. Then close.
Morgan jumped off the sofa and ran for the door. Someone stood in front of it, but moved aside quickly as she approached. Morgan ran out of the door, she vaguely realised nobody was following her, but Morgan didn't care, she just kept on going until she reached her bedroom. Then just as she was about to open the door she stopped. She looked down at her hand hovering over the door handle. Her hand was shaking and her breathing was raggedly going in and out. She had to get a hold of herself; she could not keep running from them! But Morgan knew as well, that in the moment when she had been down in that room, too much had happened that had changed her life forever, she didn't know whether she wanted to go back in that room. Then she thought of Dagan, her heart hurt all of a sudden and Morgan felt tears come to her eyes. "Oh, Dagan." She whispered. She moved her hand away from the door handle and turned resolutely away from the door. Taking first one step, then another, she started to walk back to her destiny, that is what it was, Morgan was sure.
Dagan was her soulmate, just like her grandma had told her about. It was hard to believe, but she was pretty sure she was right about it. Morgan had felt so safe in his arms. She was just scared, that was it, and she doubted herself and others. It all led into one huge pile of confusion and fear for herself and she had retaliated by running. She told herself to walk faster and before she knew it, she was back in the green room and looking into the eyes of the man she loved. "I'm sorry," she muttered before letting loose the tears she had held.
"Oh, Morgan." Dagan said, pulling her into his chest, his arms going around her protectively. "I know this is hard," then "I used magic to find you. I did a spell once to find out about my soulmate, it gave me graphic images about you. About what you looked like, about the power inside of you, about what we would look like together. I have wanted those images since that day and perhaps I went about it the wrong way, and for that I am very sorry Morgan, but you must realise. I am not the only one looking for you. The whole Night World is searching for you Morgan and a war is coming. Everyone is wondering where you are, and if they can get you on their side. I thought you might like a bit of backing in this world, so I got my team together and we went out and found you. Now you are here and we are trying to explain to you Morgan, we are trying to explain to you about our world and how to live in it. Will you let us? Or rather, will you join us? Because the Night World is calling out for you Morgan and this is a call nobody will let you leave unanswered. You are a wild power, you have within you the blue fire that could either split a world or join two together. You are my soulmate Morgan, our hearts beat the same tune, I will follow you wherever you go, just know that before you answer. But about your answer, what do you say? Have I baffled you enough into words beyond your tears?"
