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"Uncle did you call Iona and Kyle yet?" Maille asked, after she finished chewing a bite of pizza. Killian, whose mouth was as full as could be, nodded slightly then held up a finger.
"They should be here any minute." I choked on my Diet Coke. He patted my back, trying to help me breath.
"That any minute is now...I think" Maille said, looking out the front window. I ran up beside her. Sure enough, a girl and a guy, were walking up the sidewalk. The girl, like me, had brown hair, but hers was board straight. She had tight black jeans on, showing off her long legs. She wrapped her sweater tighter around herself. Kyle, I think, looked a lot Killian, but older, with shorter, lighter colored hair.
Suddenly, both of their eyes snapped to the window Maille and I were looking out of. Maille dropped the curtain, and we walked to the door. "Killian." I said, as I was about to open the door. He walked in, and sat on the bottom stair. As the doorbell chimed, I pulled the door open taking a deep breath.
"Hello." Kyle said. He too had the Scottish accent. I smiled, and let them in. "We're looking for Killian. Are you his girlfriend or something?" I stopped breathing. They didn't know who I was? Killian hadn't told them? I turned to my half-brother. *You didn't tell them who I was?* I felt a wave of guilt coming off him. He didn't even answer me. *Your telling them who I am!* He nodded.
"Kyle, Iona. Good to see you both." He shook Kyle's hand, and gave Iona a short hug.
"Who are your lovely lady friends?" Kyle asked, giving Maille and I, a wide smile. Killian looked at us, and I gave him a tell-them-now kind of look.
"Well Kyle, Iona, this is our half-baby sister and her daughter." Way to be blunt Killian, I thought. Now all three of them were looking between Maille and I.
"Uh. Hi," I muttered shyly. I elbowed Maille slightly and she said hi to.
"Half-baby sister." Iona repeated softly. "I'm Iona. But you probably already know that. Unfortunately, Killian here, decided to keep you to himself, and not tell us your name. How old are you? How old is she?"
"Her name is Morgan. She's seventeen. Her daughters name is Maille, and I don't exactly know how old Mini Niall is." Killian said in one big breathe.
"I'm fifteen, Uncle." Maille grunted.
"So we're talking metaphorical daughter then?" Kyle asked, still gawking at Maille and I. More so me. I looked down, feeling a wave of self consciousness.
"Oh no. I'm her real daughter, I'm just from the future," Maille told them.
"Your British. And strong." Iona said to Maille.
"I have a strong background," she shrugged. We moved into the living room, for more questioning. They talked to Maille for quiet a while.
"Who are your parents." Kyle asked me. Time for my interrogation.
"Ciaran and Maeve." I plainly told him.
"So you live with your mother then?" Iona asked, taking a drink from the tea I had made.
"I live with my mom. Yes. Her name is Mary Grace." For some reason, anger started to boil inside me. These were Ciaran's kids. What if they were like him. Dark magick practitioners. Would any of them kill me, try to steal my powers. What about Maille's powers. Or Moira's. Even Hunters. I had an overwhelming urge to pull Maille closer to me, and keep her safe. Motherly instincts were already kicking in. I followed my funny feeling, and moved closer to Maille. She glanced at me, and smiled. I was pretty sure she knew what I was thinking, and all about my feeling.
"I don't get it." Iona said after a while.
"Your...our father, killed my mother. He is the reason why my real mother is dead." I said coldly. "He is also the reason, I almost killed Maille's father. He's the reason I almost had no magick left in my body." All three MacEwan children looked extremely uncomfortable. They all started shifting in their seats.
"I'm the reason he no longer has magick." I told them, staring into space.
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"Uncle did you call Iona and Kyle yet?" Maille asked, after she finished chewing a bite of pizza. Killian, whose mouth was as full as could be, nodded slightly then held up a finger.
"They should be here any minute." I choked on my Diet Coke. He patted my back, trying to help me breath.
"That any minute is now...I think" Maille said, looking out the front window. I ran up beside her. Sure enough, a girl and a guy, were walking up the sidewalk. The girl, like me, had brown hair, but hers was board straight. She had tight black jeans on, showing off her long legs. She wrapped her sweater tighter around herself. Kyle, I think, looked a lot Killian, but older, with shorter, lighter colored hair.
Suddenly, both of their eyes snapped to the window Maille and I were looking out of. Maille dropped the curtain, and we walked to the door. "Killian." I said, as I was about to open the door. He walked in, and sat on the bottom stair. As the doorbell chimed, I pulled the door open taking a deep breath.
"Hello." Kyle said. He too had the Scottish accent. I smiled, and let them in. "We're looking for Killian. Are you his girlfriend or something?" I stopped breathing. They didn't know who I was? Killian hadn't told them? I turned to my half-brother. *You didn't tell them who I was?* I felt a wave of guilt coming off him. He didn't even answer me. *Your telling them who I am!* He nodded.
"Kyle, Iona. Good to see you both." He shook Kyle's hand, and gave Iona a short hug.
"Who are your lovely lady friends?" Kyle asked, giving Maille and I, a wide smile. Killian looked at us, and I gave him a tell-them-now kind of look.
"Well Kyle, Iona, this is our half-baby sister and her daughter." Way to be blunt Killian, I thought. Now all three of them were looking between Maille and I.
"Uh. Hi," I muttered shyly. I elbowed Maille slightly and she said hi to.
"Half-baby sister." Iona repeated softly. "I'm Iona. But you probably already know that. Unfortunately, Killian here, decided to keep you to himself, and not tell us your name. How old are you? How old is she?"
"Her name is Morgan. She's seventeen. Her daughters name is Maille, and I don't exactly know how old Mini Niall is." Killian said in one big breathe.
"I'm fifteen, Uncle." Maille grunted.
"So we're talking metaphorical daughter then?" Kyle asked, still gawking at Maille and I. More so me. I looked down, feeling a wave of self consciousness.
"Oh no. I'm her real daughter, I'm just from the future," Maille told them.
"Your British. And strong." Iona said to Maille.
"I have a strong background," she shrugged. We moved into the living room, for more questioning. They talked to Maille for quiet a while.
"Who are your parents." Kyle asked me. Time for my interrogation.
"Ciaran and Maeve." I plainly told him.
"So you live with your mother then?" Iona asked, taking a drink from the tea I had made.
"I live with my mom. Yes. Her name is Mary Grace." For some reason, anger started to boil inside me. These were Ciaran's kids. What if they were like him. Dark magick practitioners. Would any of them kill me, try to steal my powers. What about Maille's powers. Or Moira's. Even Hunters. I had an overwhelming urge to pull Maille closer to me, and keep her safe. Motherly instincts were already kicking in. I followed my funny feeling, and moved closer to Maille. She glanced at me, and smiled. I was pretty sure she knew what I was thinking, and all about my feeling.
"I don't get it." Iona said after a while.
"Your...our father, killed my mother. He is the reason why my real mother is dead." I said coldly. "He is also the reason, I almost killed Maille's father. He's the reason I almost had no magick left in my body." All three MacEwan children looked extremely uncomfortable. They all started shifting in their seats.
"I'm the reason he no longer has magick." I told them, staring into space.
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