A/N:Well, since im at home sick, i decided to give everyone another bit.
Hunter and Maille pulled into the parking lot at the same time as us. Robbie was right behind. We all piled out of our respected cars. I never realized how much of a pain it was with crutches. The last time I had hurt my leg and need them, was when I was ten. At that time I loved them. Now, I wished I didn't need them.
"Morgan, what happened?" Robbie asked, rushing over.
"I decided to take some unexpected flying lessons. Off a ride." I said sarcastically. He stared at me for a second, and I knew he had no idea what I had just said. "We went to the carnival, Moira and I were on a ride, it broke, I fell, went ker-splat on the ground."
"What?! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just fine. A little sore, but fine." I assured him. He and Hunter shook hands, then Robbie said hello to Sky.
"Umm, hi." Robbie said to Moira, Maille and Alwyn. I looked at them, then Robbie.
"Oh, Robbie. Hunter's sister, Alwyn." The nodded at each other briefly, "and Moira and Maille Niall."
"Niall?"
"Ya, they're kinda our," I shook my hand between Hunter and I, "daughters. Before you give me a crazy look, yes I'm serious, and no I'm not crazy. They came from the future, which is why we asked you to come here. We need help."
Robbie looked dazed, "uh, sure. What do you need?" We started walking to the door.
"See, the reason Moira and Maille are here, is because..." I trailed making sure Moira and Maille were far enough away from us. "Hunter and I die in the future. Some demon kills us. So now, we are trying to find a way to stop it before it starts."
After explaining everything to Robbie, we got down to work. We searched the selves for the book Alwyn spoke about earlier. After not being able to find it upstairs, they decided to go downstairs and look.
"We'll be back." Hunter said, brushing hair away from my face. They left me there, surrounded in books. I sighed, and looked up to grab the oldest looking one. I growled, "Killian!" grabbing my crutches, I hobbled over to the table he was hunched over. I smacked the leg of his chair with the end of my left crutch.
"What are you doing here!" I ask in a loud, harsh whisper. He looked up surprised.
"Morgan...Hi. What happened?"
"Shut up and answer my question. What are you doing here?" I looked at the books scattered across his table. They were all the ones we couldn't find.
"Reading." He stated simply. "Just like everyone else here." He looked back down at his book. I glared at him, then turned to leave. "Morgan wait." he sighed. I twisted myself, so I was looking at him again. "I know your extremely mad at me right now, but you have to understand. I don't want to steal anyone's power. I want to help."
"Killian," I started, by he cut me off.
"Here, the answers are all in here. I want to help you Morgan. I may not like the seeker that much, but you are my sister. And those girls will be my nieces. I love you, and those girls. Don't you see that's why I changed. Remember that Morgan." He stood up handing me a small pocket sized book. It was old, and wilted. He brushed my cheek with a brotherly kiss, and walked out of the library. A tear slipped out of my eye. Never in my life, in my time of being a witch, had I ever felt that much emotion. That much sadness, regret, guilt, anger. Yet, the one that stood out most, then feeling that was most clearly there, and not tied to another, was love. Love was the only thing keeping him sane.
"Thanks," I whispered, so quietly I barely heard it. I made my way slowly back to the table, with the book clutched in my hand. I sat down, and opened the book to the page Killian had left it on.
Dragon Spirit: This mystical spirit is said to take over bodies, and drive the owners sprits out. The specific destiny of the dragon spirit is said to have been pinpointed by the sender. Once the spirit is inside the destination, it brutally eats their insides, and drinks the blood. It is near impossible to get rid of the dragon spirit once it is inside the target body, and it is near impossible to stop once it has its target in range. Though there is ways to stop the dragon spirit, it is complicated. One way is to stop the sender before they can start. The only other way to stop the dragon spirit is to actually kill the victim before anything can happen.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I yelled, only to be shushed by a librarian. I blushed lightly, then let the book go. I'm going to die and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Morgan, hello." I looked up at the slithering voice. Dusty and Darnel Davis. Dusty hated me the second she had met me in school over summer. I was more powerful then her, and I was three years younger still. She was a short, plump girl with short blonde hair. Her brother Darnel...Darnel was constantly telling me he loved me, from the day I met him. Saying I was his soul mate.
"Dusty. Darnel. What are you doing here?" I said cooly. They were smirking evilly, making me less than nervous. They weren't dangerous, no matter what they thought.
"Passing through." Darnel replied, replacing his smirk with his 'picking you up' smile. Clearly, I could tell they were lying.
"Passing through, yet your in a library?"
This time, Dusty gave me a dirty look. "Yes, do you have a problem with that? Your not the center of everything in this town, are you? I didn't think so."
I felt a hand on my shoulder, then became aware of Hunter, and everyone else behind me.
"Seeker," Darnel hissed. I looked up at Hunter. They knew him? How could they know him?
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Hunter asked pleasantly, looking between the two people in front of us.
Dusty looked like a dog, baring her teeth. "Does the name Davis ring any bells. Derek Davis?" Hunter stared into space for a second, then a frown graced his handsome face.
"I stripped his powers about two years ago." God, it's amazing how he can remember all these people. "He was practicing dark magick. It was my job."
"What a great job. Taking people's lives away from them," growled Darnel.
Hunter glared at them, "I only did, what he was doing. At least I didn't kill him." The three of them glared at each other for a good solid minute, before Sky stepped in.
"If you'll excuse us," she said pointedly. Dusty and Darnel turned on there heels and stomped off. The six of them sat down at the table, all with a book in hand. None of us spoke, but started flipping. Obviously, Dusty and Darnel was a bad subject. Everyone else was deep in their reading, and I was staring into space. I looked down at the book Killian had given me. The pages had flipped. Might as well read them, I thought.
Early effects of targeted dragon spirit persons: tend to feel drowsy, weak, unlucky, and sick. There has been only once, where the dragon spirit had been stopped after being sent out. It was said, that a powerful groups of witches stopped it seconds before entering the recipients body. Using a powerful spell, then spirit blew away before it could touch the target, however the target was already down. After three weeks, the target was fully recovered. It is unknown what spell they had used, but people believe it had worked.
"Umm, guys, I think I got something here." I said slowly, loving this book.
Hunter and Maille pulled into the parking lot at the same time as us. Robbie was right behind. We all piled out of our respected cars. I never realized how much of a pain it was with crutches. The last time I had hurt my leg and need them, was when I was ten. At that time I loved them. Now, I wished I didn't need them.
"Morgan, what happened?" Robbie asked, rushing over.
"I decided to take some unexpected flying lessons. Off a ride." I said sarcastically. He stared at me for a second, and I knew he had no idea what I had just said. "We went to the carnival, Moira and I were on a ride, it broke, I fell, went ker-splat on the ground."
"What?! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just fine. A little sore, but fine." I assured him. He and Hunter shook hands, then Robbie said hello to Sky.
"Umm, hi." Robbie said to Moira, Maille and Alwyn. I looked at them, then Robbie.
"Oh, Robbie. Hunter's sister, Alwyn." The nodded at each other briefly, "and Moira and Maille Niall."
"Niall?"
"Ya, they're kinda our," I shook my hand between Hunter and I, "daughters. Before you give me a crazy look, yes I'm serious, and no I'm not crazy. They came from the future, which is why we asked you to come here. We need help."
Robbie looked dazed, "uh, sure. What do you need?" We started walking to the door.
"See, the reason Moira and Maille are here, is because..." I trailed making sure Moira and Maille were far enough away from us. "Hunter and I die in the future. Some demon kills us. So now, we are trying to find a way to stop it before it starts."
After explaining everything to Robbie, we got down to work. We searched the selves for the book Alwyn spoke about earlier. After not being able to find it upstairs, they decided to go downstairs and look.
"We'll be back." Hunter said, brushing hair away from my face. They left me there, surrounded in books. I sighed, and looked up to grab the oldest looking one. I growled, "Killian!" grabbing my crutches, I hobbled over to the table he was hunched over. I smacked the leg of his chair with the end of my left crutch.
"What are you doing here!" I ask in a loud, harsh whisper. He looked up surprised.
"Morgan...Hi. What happened?"
"Shut up and answer my question. What are you doing here?" I looked at the books scattered across his table. They were all the ones we couldn't find.
"Reading." He stated simply. "Just like everyone else here." He looked back down at his book. I glared at him, then turned to leave. "Morgan wait." he sighed. I twisted myself, so I was looking at him again. "I know your extremely mad at me right now, but you have to understand. I don't want to steal anyone's power. I want to help."
"Killian," I started, by he cut me off.
"Here, the answers are all in here. I want to help you Morgan. I may not like the seeker that much, but you are my sister. And those girls will be my nieces. I love you, and those girls. Don't you see that's why I changed. Remember that Morgan." He stood up handing me a small pocket sized book. It was old, and wilted. He brushed my cheek with a brotherly kiss, and walked out of the library. A tear slipped out of my eye. Never in my life, in my time of being a witch, had I ever felt that much emotion. That much sadness, regret, guilt, anger. Yet, the one that stood out most, then feeling that was most clearly there, and not tied to another, was love. Love was the only thing keeping him sane.
"Thanks," I whispered, so quietly I barely heard it. I made my way slowly back to the table, with the book clutched in my hand. I sat down, and opened the book to the page Killian had left it on.
Dragon Spirit: This mystical spirit is said to take over bodies, and drive the owners sprits out. The specific destiny of the dragon spirit is said to have been pinpointed by the sender. Once the spirit is inside the destination, it brutally eats their insides, and drinks the blood. It is near impossible to get rid of the dragon spirit once it is inside the target body, and it is near impossible to stop once it has its target in range. Though there is ways to stop the dragon spirit, it is complicated. One way is to stop the sender before they can start. The only other way to stop the dragon spirit is to actually kill the victim before anything can happen.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I yelled, only to be shushed by a librarian. I blushed lightly, then let the book go. I'm going to die and there's nothing I can do about it.
"Morgan, hello." I looked up at the slithering voice. Dusty and Darnel Davis. Dusty hated me the second she had met me in school over summer. I was more powerful then her, and I was three years younger still. She was a short, plump girl with short blonde hair. Her brother Darnel...Darnel was constantly telling me he loved me, from the day I met him. Saying I was his soul mate.
"Dusty. Darnel. What are you doing here?" I said cooly. They were smirking evilly, making me less than nervous. They weren't dangerous, no matter what they thought.
"Passing through." Darnel replied, replacing his smirk with his 'picking you up' smile. Clearly, I could tell they were lying.
"Passing through, yet your in a library?"
This time, Dusty gave me a dirty look. "Yes, do you have a problem with that? Your not the center of everything in this town, are you? I didn't think so."
I felt a hand on my shoulder, then became aware of Hunter, and everyone else behind me.
"Seeker," Darnel hissed. I looked up at Hunter. They knew him? How could they know him?
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Hunter asked pleasantly, looking between the two people in front of us.
Dusty looked like a dog, baring her teeth. "Does the name Davis ring any bells. Derek Davis?" Hunter stared into space for a second, then a frown graced his handsome face.
"I stripped his powers about two years ago." God, it's amazing how he can remember all these people. "He was practicing dark magick. It was my job."
"What a great job. Taking people's lives away from them," growled Darnel.
Hunter glared at them, "I only did, what he was doing. At least I didn't kill him." The three of them glared at each other for a good solid minute, before Sky stepped in.
"If you'll excuse us," she said pointedly. Dusty and Darnel turned on there heels and stomped off. The six of them sat down at the table, all with a book in hand. None of us spoke, but started flipping. Obviously, Dusty and Darnel was a bad subject. Everyone else was deep in their reading, and I was staring into space. I looked down at the book Killian had given me. The pages had flipped. Might as well read them, I thought.
Early effects of targeted dragon spirit persons: tend to feel drowsy, weak, unlucky, and sick. There has been only once, where the dragon spirit had been stopped after being sent out. It was said, that a powerful groups of witches stopped it seconds before entering the recipients body. Using a powerful spell, then spirit blew away before it could touch the target, however the target was already down. After three weeks, the target was fully recovered. It is unknown what spell they had used, but people believe it had worked.
"Umm, guys, I think I got something here." I said slowly, loving this book.