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I got off the couch, and went into the kitchen. I put both my hands on the counter top, and took a couple deep breathes. Calm down, I told myself, they are not Ciaran. Another voice pushed into my head, their Ciaran's kids though. So am I, and I'm not evil. But your Maeve's child, not Grania's. Your still his though. You were raised to be good. "Shut up!" I mumbled.
"Who are you talking to?" I jumped. I hadn't even felt Killian come up behind me. He dumped three cups in the sink, and turned the tap on to wash them out.
"Myself. Leave those, I'll get them later." He shrugged and turned the water off. Then turned and sat waiting for me to talk.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"What was that? Back there?" I walked to the door separating the kitchen and the living room. "Morgan?"
"I don't trust them. They could be evil." I said quietly, my back turned to him. "They could be here just to steal my magick. Or my daughters' magick. Or Hunters."
"But their not. They're here because I called them here. Because Maille wants them here." Killian was acting really out of character. I turned around and studied him. I felt my hand rise up, and touch his cheek. I was doing the tath Meanma on him. I shot through his mind. I seen brief bits of childhood, but sped past it. I finally stopped at what I wanted. His true meaning for being here. Maille had called him. He was around Widow's Vale when he did so. Thinking it was me, he called me. Showing up at Hunter's house. Feeling confused of who Maille really was. Thinking that Moira was hot. I almost jumped back. Wanting Moira and Maille's power.
"Get out." I growled, snapping my hand away from Killian's face.
"Morgan, you don't under.."
"Get the hell out of my house! Take your brother and sister with you!" My hand sprung open from my balled fist, showing a huge ball of glowing witch fire.
"Morgan. Just calm down." Killian stared at the fire, and put his hands up, backing away from me.
"Get out. NOW!" I felt the ground under me shake. I startled myself, and the witch fire was sent sailing to the ceiling, dissipating harmlessly. I looked back to Killian, who was shaking in fear. Maille, Iona and Kyle came bolting into the kitchen. Maille ran to me, and I pushed her behind me. "Get out of here, before I do something, I really don't want to do." I said through clenched teeth. Iona and Kyle looked at me like I was crazy, but Killian pushed them out the door.
"Mom what happened?"
"Killian, he wanted your power. Moira's too." I told her, staring at the door, my so called siblings had just used.
"What? Why would he want to do that? He has his own power?"
"I flushed out his brain, he wanted it." I shook my head sadly. I thought I could trust Killian. He was after all my half brother. But then again, I couldn't trust my whole father at all.
"Did you at least let him explain?" I squinted at my daughter, and shook my head no. "Why not, he could have just been wishing he had as much power as us. Not WANTING ours."
"I'm not willing to take that chance. Not on the risk of my daughter's lives."
"Maybe you should mom. He is your brother." She said rationally.
"You my dear, have one level head on your shoulders. But no." I said, in a very end of discussion type voice.
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I got off the couch, and went into the kitchen. I put both my hands on the counter top, and took a couple deep breathes. Calm down, I told myself, they are not Ciaran. Another voice pushed into my head, their Ciaran's kids though. So am I, and I'm not evil. But your Maeve's child, not Grania's. Your still his though. You were raised to be good. "Shut up!" I mumbled.
"Who are you talking to?" I jumped. I hadn't even felt Killian come up behind me. He dumped three cups in the sink, and turned the tap on to wash them out.
"Myself. Leave those, I'll get them later." He shrugged and turned the water off. Then turned and sat waiting for me to talk.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"What was that? Back there?" I walked to the door separating the kitchen and the living room. "Morgan?"
"I don't trust them. They could be evil." I said quietly, my back turned to him. "They could be here just to steal my magick. Or my daughters' magick. Or Hunters."
"But their not. They're here because I called them here. Because Maille wants them here." Killian was acting really out of character. I turned around and studied him. I felt my hand rise up, and touch his cheek. I was doing the tath Meanma on him. I shot through his mind. I seen brief bits of childhood, but sped past it. I finally stopped at what I wanted. His true meaning for being here. Maille had called him. He was around Widow's Vale when he did so. Thinking it was me, he called me. Showing up at Hunter's house. Feeling confused of who Maille really was. Thinking that Moira was hot. I almost jumped back. Wanting Moira and Maille's power.
"Get out." I growled, snapping my hand away from Killian's face.
"Morgan, you don't under.."
"Get the hell out of my house! Take your brother and sister with you!" My hand sprung open from my balled fist, showing a huge ball of glowing witch fire.
"Morgan. Just calm down." Killian stared at the fire, and put his hands up, backing away from me.
"Get out. NOW!" I felt the ground under me shake. I startled myself, and the witch fire was sent sailing to the ceiling, dissipating harmlessly. I looked back to Killian, who was shaking in fear. Maille, Iona and Kyle came bolting into the kitchen. Maille ran to me, and I pushed her behind me. "Get out of here, before I do something, I really don't want to do." I said through clenched teeth. Iona and Kyle looked at me like I was crazy, but Killian pushed them out the door.
"Mom what happened?"
"Killian, he wanted your power. Moira's too." I told her, staring at the door, my so called siblings had just used.
"What? Why would he want to do that? He has his own power?"
"I flushed out his brain, he wanted it." I shook my head sadly. I thought I could trust Killian. He was after all my half brother. But then again, I couldn't trust my whole father at all.
"Did you at least let him explain?" I squinted at my daughter, and shook my head no. "Why not, he could have just been wishing he had as much power as us. Not WANTING ours."
"I'm not willing to take that chance. Not on the risk of my daughter's lives."
"Maybe you should mom. He is your brother." She said rationally.
"You my dear, have one level head on your shoulders. But no." I said, in a very end of discussion type voice.
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