Epilogue
Morgan sat at the edge of the queen-sized bed she shared with her loving husband Hunter. Memories of a hurtful past flew before her eyes. It had only been a year but it still hurt her inside. Unfortunately, she had terrible nightmares. Whenever she closed her eyes she could see Cal and Selene dying. She had hidden these memories, or nightmares, as she would call them, from Hunter. She inquired from Sky, how Hunter would spend endless nights scrying trying to find her, sending her witch messages never to be answered. It had hurt her so much to know that Cal's plan to hurt Hunter had worked so well.
Ciarnan was finally dead. His coven rebelled against him in his weakened state and killed him. His body was found floating in a river somewhere in Germany, she couldn't remember where. She went to his funeral but there weren't many people there except some enemies and a few, still secretly loyal to him, members of Amyranth.
She and Hunter had beaten all the obstacles around them. They had dropped their alliances deeming it safe to do so. They had a wonderful life together. Hunter formed the New Charter, a better version of the council that believed in helping dark witches rehabilitate instead of stripping them of their powers. The world had changed into such a better place in her eyes.
Morgan's thoughts were shattered by the sound of laughter coming from outside her two-story cottage. Looking out of the window, she could see Hunter playing with Moira. She was so beautiful. Her hazel eyes quite like Morgan's but more green. Her angular face the same shape as Hunters. Her hair was red with a golden tint in it. Her smile and laugh were so sweet and Morgan silently prayed her daughter would never have to face the life she had.
Morgan looked to her desk on the other side of her room. A thousand page book lay there. It was the story of her life. Much bigger book than that of Rose Macewan, her ancestor that had created the dark wave. The story started with that day that her father and mother told her of her engagement to Cal and sent her off to Widow's Vale.{A/N: yup this story that you read was what she wrote but I kinda skipped a year while she was in hiding but her memoirs are supposed to have it included… im not going to write it just so you kno}. To that day she had been freed from the dark clutches that held onto her life. She wrote everything that she had felt, every thought that went through her mind, every thing that could help explain what had happened without it sounding like a fiction novel.
Morgan got up from her bed and made her way over to the desk. She picked up the book. It had a leather cover that had a greenish color to it and in silver writing the title. She ran her fingers over each word. 'Morgan Riordan-Macewan: The Journey of a Dark Soul Into the Light'. She placed the book in a box and wrapped a ribbon around it. She pinned a tag to it and went up the creaking stairs to the attic. She set the book down in a far dark corner of the room and read the tag once more.
'To: My darling Moira
From: Your Loving Mother
So that you may learn more about your mother
Happy 10th birthday
Morgan walked back down the stairs from her attic and placed a concealing charm on it waiting for the day she would lift it and give her daughter her special gift.
~!~!~ yea I know what a crappy ending I tried my best. Hope you like what I wrote and if you didn't I'm sorry I didn't meet you high expectation. There will not be a sequel to this story for two reason 1) I see no point in it and 2) its really hard to keep track of two stories at the same time. A Special thanks to everyone who reviewed… I love you all and hope you write stories that are much better than mine Muah love you all---- Gatita182