IA/N: Aww the wrapping up of the fic. I'm sad...lol...thank you to
EVERYONE who had reviewed. When I get time, i will personally(well over the
net) thank you indivdually. Anyways here is ch27..and no its not the last.
there IS more. promise./I
Mary Grace Rowlands sat beside her daughter. Hunter, her daughters boyfriend, sat on the other side of the bed.
"She's still alive right?" Mary Grace asked a very weary Hunter. She didn't quite know if he was asleep or not. His eyes were closed, and except for his thumb, which was gently rubbing Morgans lifeless hand.
"Yes." He answered numbly.
"She's been like this for so long." She said to him. "It's just so hard. Sitting here day after day not being able to do anything. I don't even know what happened."
"Do you think you could handle it now? I could tell you." Hunter asked her. He had known the story all along, and had offered to tell her what her daughter had done. She continually has said no. He opened his eyes to look at her. She was in deep thought for quite a while. Finally she spoke.
"I think its time to know. I think it's time we all know." Hunter nodded, and thought of how to explain everything. Mary Grace started to leave the room to get her family.
"Mrs. Rowlands," Hunter called. She turned and looked at him. "Why don't I tell you downstairs. More room. Why don't you get Sky to come up and watch her." Mrs. Rowlands nodded, and walked out of the room. Hunter looked around his room. He had been in it for so long, yet none of it looked familiar. Most of the time he was either sleeping, or staring intently at Morgan, hoping she would wake. He ran a rough hand over his non- shaven face.
"Hunter," Sky Eventide softly called him from the doorway. He looked over to his cousin. She smiled lightly. Hunter stood, and kissed his loves forehead, saying "Wake up sweetie. I know you can." With a brief pause to hug his cousin, he walked down stairs. The entire Rowlands family, (Sean, Mary Grace and Mary Kathleen) sat in his living room on the couches. Morgan, ever since that night, so many days ago, had remained at his house. It was easier on Morgan. The Rowland's family, had basically moved in with Hunter, but he didn't mind. Sitting beside Morgans adopted sister Mary K, was Morgan's half-brother Killian.
Hunter sat down across from everyone. Today was the day he would tell everyone what had happened when he, Morgan and their two future daughters had gone to the future. "I don't know everything that happened, to every detail, but I know enough to explain some things." He started. Lifting his heavy head, he looked at the family in front of him. They all either nodded, or just continued looking at him. "Did Morgan ever tell you about why we had to goto the future?" He asked Mrs and Mr Rowlands. They nodded half way. "Well, the thing we had to fight, it was called the Dragon Spirit. No one in history had ever defeated it but one person. Now two. Morgan did just that. With a great force, that no one in centuries had been able to call on." He paused and looked at the Rowlands', "I know you don't like, or don't know much about magick, but you have to understand this. Morgan is one in a trillion. She is the greatest witch that anyone has seen in a millennium. She is strong, and good."
"What was the great force Hunter," a small fifteen year old Mary K asked. Hunter closed his eyes, and thought for a way to explain it to magick illiterate people.
"The purple light." He said. Killian gasped, and his jaw dropped.
"She didn't?"
"She did." Hunter nodded solemnly. The Rowlands' all looked confused.
"What does that mean?" Sean asked.
"The Purple Light is a force powered by emotions so strong, they couldn't go anywhere else. Morgan must have felt so...something. I know she probably felt so strongly when.." It had been the first time he had tried to actually recall what had happened. He and Morgan had gone into the future, but why? All he remembered was they went into the future.
"I was slammed into a wall. My neck had snapped." Hunter said, fighting to keep his memory. "I looked up, only moving my eyes and seen her wrapped in a purple light. Then I blacked out. When I woke up again, I was surrounded in white light, and I could feel all my broken bones, all my cuts, bruises and scraps heal. She had her eyes closed. I don't know what was going on then, but the spirit started to solidify. It was frozen in its spot. Then I don't know what was going on, but the light around Morgan got brighter and brighter."
"She called me. Told me to help her."Killian said, surprising everyone. He looked at the carpet. "I told her she would be fine. She would come back so I could annoy her. I told her I loved her and I knew she could do it."
"That must have been it." Hunter said rationally. "Your love, blood love," he glanced quickly at Morgan's adoptive family. "That has to be what did it. She suddenly just..she was shooting beams from her hands. They suddenly grew, crackled and blew up. The demon blew up with it. Then everything started spinning and we landed here again. From there you know as much as I do." He frowned at his lack of knowledge. Normally he was ahead of the game, and knew everything.
"Mom, I wanna go home and change clothes. Maybe shower." Mary K said. Sean and Mary Grace nodded.
"I think we all need to change." Sean agreed. Mary Grace got up and hugged Hunter. "Call us the second anything changes." She whispered. Hunter nodded and gave her a weak smile. The three left leaving Hunter and Killian in the living room.
"Killian, you know I was thinking. You said she called you, maybe you can call her? Try and get her back? Goddess knows I've tried countless times, but I'm not blood related." Killian rubbed his chin, and nodded.
"It might work."
"Let's go try it. By the way, where did Alwyn go?"
"I think Robbie came and took her somewhere. She said she needed out of the house." Killian told him. The men walked upstairs, and told Sky the plan. She moved instantly away from the chair and let Killian sit.
"Ok, Morgan. Let's dance." Killian mumbled. He linked hands with his sister and focused his mind. Come on, come on, he silently prayed. You can do this, let me in. It's only Killian. Everyone's worried. Wake up.
Killian tried for another hour, and then reluctantly pulled back. It wasn't going anything.
"Sorry Hunter." He shook his head sadly.
Hunter waved his hand. "You tried, that's all that matters." He flopped into the chair on the other side of Morgan. "Tomorrow's her birthday."
"Yes." Killian nodded.
"Its been almost three months." Hunter mumbled mindlessly playing with Morgans long hair. She wasn't dead. She was alive. She hadn't lost or gained weight. She was still human color, her hair, fingernails and toenails continued to grow. It was as if she was just always sleeping. Killian stood, walked around the bed, then put his hand on Hunters shoulder.
"She'll wake up. I have a feeling she'll wake up." He said, before retreating back downstairs.
"Goddess, I hope so." Hunter whispered to her.
Mary Grace Rowlands sat beside her daughter. Hunter, her daughters boyfriend, sat on the other side of the bed.
"She's still alive right?" Mary Grace asked a very weary Hunter. She didn't quite know if he was asleep or not. His eyes were closed, and except for his thumb, which was gently rubbing Morgans lifeless hand.
"Yes." He answered numbly.
"She's been like this for so long." She said to him. "It's just so hard. Sitting here day after day not being able to do anything. I don't even know what happened."
"Do you think you could handle it now? I could tell you." Hunter asked her. He had known the story all along, and had offered to tell her what her daughter had done. She continually has said no. He opened his eyes to look at her. She was in deep thought for quite a while. Finally she spoke.
"I think its time to know. I think it's time we all know." Hunter nodded, and thought of how to explain everything. Mary Grace started to leave the room to get her family.
"Mrs. Rowlands," Hunter called. She turned and looked at him. "Why don't I tell you downstairs. More room. Why don't you get Sky to come up and watch her." Mrs. Rowlands nodded, and walked out of the room. Hunter looked around his room. He had been in it for so long, yet none of it looked familiar. Most of the time he was either sleeping, or staring intently at Morgan, hoping she would wake. He ran a rough hand over his non- shaven face.
"Hunter," Sky Eventide softly called him from the doorway. He looked over to his cousin. She smiled lightly. Hunter stood, and kissed his loves forehead, saying "Wake up sweetie. I know you can." With a brief pause to hug his cousin, he walked down stairs. The entire Rowlands family, (Sean, Mary Grace and Mary Kathleen) sat in his living room on the couches. Morgan, ever since that night, so many days ago, had remained at his house. It was easier on Morgan. The Rowland's family, had basically moved in with Hunter, but he didn't mind. Sitting beside Morgans adopted sister Mary K, was Morgan's half-brother Killian.
Hunter sat down across from everyone. Today was the day he would tell everyone what had happened when he, Morgan and their two future daughters had gone to the future. "I don't know everything that happened, to every detail, but I know enough to explain some things." He started. Lifting his heavy head, he looked at the family in front of him. They all either nodded, or just continued looking at him. "Did Morgan ever tell you about why we had to goto the future?" He asked Mrs and Mr Rowlands. They nodded half way. "Well, the thing we had to fight, it was called the Dragon Spirit. No one in history had ever defeated it but one person. Now two. Morgan did just that. With a great force, that no one in centuries had been able to call on." He paused and looked at the Rowlands', "I know you don't like, or don't know much about magick, but you have to understand this. Morgan is one in a trillion. She is the greatest witch that anyone has seen in a millennium. She is strong, and good."
"What was the great force Hunter," a small fifteen year old Mary K asked. Hunter closed his eyes, and thought for a way to explain it to magick illiterate people.
"The purple light." He said. Killian gasped, and his jaw dropped.
"She didn't?"
"She did." Hunter nodded solemnly. The Rowlands' all looked confused.
"What does that mean?" Sean asked.
"The Purple Light is a force powered by emotions so strong, they couldn't go anywhere else. Morgan must have felt so...something. I know she probably felt so strongly when.." It had been the first time he had tried to actually recall what had happened. He and Morgan had gone into the future, but why? All he remembered was they went into the future.
"I was slammed into a wall. My neck had snapped." Hunter said, fighting to keep his memory. "I looked up, only moving my eyes and seen her wrapped in a purple light. Then I blacked out. When I woke up again, I was surrounded in white light, and I could feel all my broken bones, all my cuts, bruises and scraps heal. She had her eyes closed. I don't know what was going on then, but the spirit started to solidify. It was frozen in its spot. Then I don't know what was going on, but the light around Morgan got brighter and brighter."
"She called me. Told me to help her."Killian said, surprising everyone. He looked at the carpet. "I told her she would be fine. She would come back so I could annoy her. I told her I loved her and I knew she could do it."
"That must have been it." Hunter said rationally. "Your love, blood love," he glanced quickly at Morgan's adoptive family. "That has to be what did it. She suddenly just..she was shooting beams from her hands. They suddenly grew, crackled and blew up. The demon blew up with it. Then everything started spinning and we landed here again. From there you know as much as I do." He frowned at his lack of knowledge. Normally he was ahead of the game, and knew everything.
"Mom, I wanna go home and change clothes. Maybe shower." Mary K said. Sean and Mary Grace nodded.
"I think we all need to change." Sean agreed. Mary Grace got up and hugged Hunter. "Call us the second anything changes." She whispered. Hunter nodded and gave her a weak smile. The three left leaving Hunter and Killian in the living room.
"Killian, you know I was thinking. You said she called you, maybe you can call her? Try and get her back? Goddess knows I've tried countless times, but I'm not blood related." Killian rubbed his chin, and nodded.
"It might work."
"Let's go try it. By the way, where did Alwyn go?"
"I think Robbie came and took her somewhere. She said she needed out of the house." Killian told him. The men walked upstairs, and told Sky the plan. She moved instantly away from the chair and let Killian sit.
"Ok, Morgan. Let's dance." Killian mumbled. He linked hands with his sister and focused his mind. Come on, come on, he silently prayed. You can do this, let me in. It's only Killian. Everyone's worried. Wake up.
Killian tried for another hour, and then reluctantly pulled back. It wasn't going anything.
"Sorry Hunter." He shook his head sadly.
Hunter waved his hand. "You tried, that's all that matters." He flopped into the chair on the other side of Morgan. "Tomorrow's her birthday."
"Yes." Killian nodded.
"Its been almost three months." Hunter mumbled mindlessly playing with Morgans long hair. She wasn't dead. She was alive. She hadn't lost or gained weight. She was still human color, her hair, fingernails and toenails continued to grow. It was as if she was just always sleeping. Killian stood, walked around the bed, then put his hand on Hunters shoulder.
"She'll wake up. I have a feeling she'll wake up." He said, before retreating back downstairs.
"Goddess, I hope so." Hunter whispered to her.