Chapter 1: At the Cliffs
(this part is supposed to be in italics b/c it is someones BOS, but my computer doesn't want to cooperate at the moment, sry) Goddess, I love this new town, here in Scotland. It is very nice, very peaceful, and there are plenty of witches here. My mum says that because I am almost 16 it is about time I meet a girl that I like, date her and hand fast with her. Mum is very old fashioned, sometimes I cannot stand it, but hopefully here, in Scotland, I will find a lass willing to be my wife. Goddess, please assist me in this path.
Alfiare
Muriel woke up early Saturday morning, the sunrays brightly gliding through the window. She, unlike her mum and granmum, was a morning person, a quality she inherited from her da. Her granmum was coming over at the Saturn hour, 9 a.m., and Muriel wanted to go for a walk previous to the lesson.
Slowly, Muriel slide out of bed, tapping her cat, Loki, on the head, and pulling on a pair of jeans and her school sweatshirt. Muriel ran down the stairs, and although nobody was up yet, the bathroom light had been left on from the night before. Leaving a note for her mum, and taking a diet coke from the refrigerator, she shut off the light and pranced out the door.
Mabon was near, so mornings in Scotland were crisp and refreshing. This morning, Muriel was especially happy she had chosen to wear a sweatshirt, because it was only about 50 degrees outside, and she enjoyed walking by the water on the cliffs. Muriel walked slowly down the dirt path to the cliffs, listening to the birds sing, and admiring the beautiful color that the leaves had already started turning.
She likes walking, it gave her time in the morning to connect with the Goddess more deeply, and commune with nature. This morning however, it seemed different. Her witch senses were more fine tuned, whether from the fact that she was concentrating on what she had dreamt about that night, or maybe because she was to be initiated soon, her powers were be coming more sharp, but maybe there was something else, something there that she didn't fully sense yet.
As she walked, the cliffs came into view, but that was also when she sensed the presence of someone or something else. Muriel found it very strange that someone else would be out by the cliffs so early, most everyone in the town slept in on Saturdays, and no one, she thought, knew how to get to this part of the cliff. Then, as she turned right, she saw something. There was a person sitting about 2 miles up, meditating on the cliffs. As Muriel walked closer, the person jumped, and Muriel assumed that they were a witch if they were able to sense her.
"Hullo? Who are you?" The person asked, their voice sounding almost afraid.
"My name is Muriel. Hullo. What is your name sir?" She had been able to tell when he had spoken that indeed he was a male, but was too distant to make out any features.
"My name is Alistair. Alistair Finley. I am new to town, and I decided to go for a walk to explore the village." He answered, realizing that Muriel was no threat to him.
Why did that name sound so familiar, thought Muriel. She stood still for a few moments trying to think of where she had heard the name before, when it hit her. Alistair was the name of the boy from school, who had just moved to Scotland from South Hampton, England. Well, that would explain why his accent was so different to her. Finally, she grew the courage to speak more to him.
"Aren't you in the 11th grade at the high school, the one who transferred here from England?" she asked, more shyly then she normally speaks to people.
"Aye. I am. Why do you ask? And please come closer so that I may see who I am talking to."
Muriel walked over to a few feet from where he was seated, and saw that it was the boy she had thought about the whole night previous, so now she had a name for this dark, handsome creature. As she stood closer to him, she confirmed her previous thoughts that he was a witch, she could tell by the amounts of energy he expelled.
"As I said earlier, my name is Muriel. I am a sophomore at the high school. Are you a witch by any chance?" As she spoke, she wished the words would come right back into her mouth.
"Aye, I am, and I'm supposing that you are to since you could recognize the fact that I am." He asked seeming as though he had been waiting for me to ask him.
"Aye. I too am a child of the Goddess. What is your last name again, it is possible that my family knows yours."
"A witch of many questions I see," he said teasingly. "I like that. My last name is Finley. And yours?" He asked, a look of sincerity on his face.
"Hmm. Your last name doesn't sound familiar, and, my last name is Calemon."
"Calemon?" he said, jumping back in shock. "As in, Douglas Calemon?"
"Aye. Douglas Calemon, do you know him?"
"No. But I know your mum. Well, know of her, as I do I your granmum, granda, and your entire mothers side of the family."
"Oh, say, what clan are you from?"
"Typically, I wouldn't be allowed to tell you, but I will since I know what you are anyway, I will. I am a good wood bane, from one of the many covens the renounced the evil ways hundreds of years ago."
"Oh goddess, look at the sun, it is getting late, and I am seeing my granmum at 9 am. Dear Alistair, would you like to come back with me and meet the great Morgan McEwan Riordan Niall?"
"Oh sweet, sweet Muriel, it would be my pleaser to escort you home. But first I must ask you a question."
"Aye?"
"Do you fancy me?"
Oh no. Muriel thought. I forgot to put a mind block up. What if he's scanned through my mind the whole time? I have to play this off. Oh, Goddess. "Aye, I do, but please do not hold that against me. For my emotions, I just cannot hide away forever."
"Oh but lass, why would that be a crime against you. I was just wondering if you would be interested in dating me?"
"If you pass the test of the Riordan Naills, I will surely be yours, now make pace, I shall not wish to be late."
(this part is supposed to be in italics b/c it is someones BOS, but my computer doesn't want to cooperate at the moment, sry) Goddess, I love this new town, here in Scotland. It is very nice, very peaceful, and there are plenty of witches here. My mum says that because I am almost 16 it is about time I meet a girl that I like, date her and hand fast with her. Mum is very old fashioned, sometimes I cannot stand it, but hopefully here, in Scotland, I will find a lass willing to be my wife. Goddess, please assist me in this path.
Alfiare
Muriel woke up early Saturday morning, the sunrays brightly gliding through the window. She, unlike her mum and granmum, was a morning person, a quality she inherited from her da. Her granmum was coming over at the Saturn hour, 9 a.m., and Muriel wanted to go for a walk previous to the lesson.
Slowly, Muriel slide out of bed, tapping her cat, Loki, on the head, and pulling on a pair of jeans and her school sweatshirt. Muriel ran down the stairs, and although nobody was up yet, the bathroom light had been left on from the night before. Leaving a note for her mum, and taking a diet coke from the refrigerator, she shut off the light and pranced out the door.
Mabon was near, so mornings in Scotland were crisp and refreshing. This morning, Muriel was especially happy she had chosen to wear a sweatshirt, because it was only about 50 degrees outside, and she enjoyed walking by the water on the cliffs. Muriel walked slowly down the dirt path to the cliffs, listening to the birds sing, and admiring the beautiful color that the leaves had already started turning.
She likes walking, it gave her time in the morning to connect with the Goddess more deeply, and commune with nature. This morning however, it seemed different. Her witch senses were more fine tuned, whether from the fact that she was concentrating on what she had dreamt about that night, or maybe because she was to be initiated soon, her powers were be coming more sharp, but maybe there was something else, something there that she didn't fully sense yet.
As she walked, the cliffs came into view, but that was also when she sensed the presence of someone or something else. Muriel found it very strange that someone else would be out by the cliffs so early, most everyone in the town slept in on Saturdays, and no one, she thought, knew how to get to this part of the cliff. Then, as she turned right, she saw something. There was a person sitting about 2 miles up, meditating on the cliffs. As Muriel walked closer, the person jumped, and Muriel assumed that they were a witch if they were able to sense her.
"Hullo? Who are you?" The person asked, their voice sounding almost afraid.
"My name is Muriel. Hullo. What is your name sir?" She had been able to tell when he had spoken that indeed he was a male, but was too distant to make out any features.
"My name is Alistair. Alistair Finley. I am new to town, and I decided to go for a walk to explore the village." He answered, realizing that Muriel was no threat to him.
Why did that name sound so familiar, thought Muriel. She stood still for a few moments trying to think of where she had heard the name before, when it hit her. Alistair was the name of the boy from school, who had just moved to Scotland from South Hampton, England. Well, that would explain why his accent was so different to her. Finally, she grew the courage to speak more to him.
"Aren't you in the 11th grade at the high school, the one who transferred here from England?" she asked, more shyly then she normally speaks to people.
"Aye. I am. Why do you ask? And please come closer so that I may see who I am talking to."
Muriel walked over to a few feet from where he was seated, and saw that it was the boy she had thought about the whole night previous, so now she had a name for this dark, handsome creature. As she stood closer to him, she confirmed her previous thoughts that he was a witch, she could tell by the amounts of energy he expelled.
"As I said earlier, my name is Muriel. I am a sophomore at the high school. Are you a witch by any chance?" As she spoke, she wished the words would come right back into her mouth.
"Aye, I am, and I'm supposing that you are to since you could recognize the fact that I am." He asked seeming as though he had been waiting for me to ask him.
"Aye. I too am a child of the Goddess. What is your last name again, it is possible that my family knows yours."
"A witch of many questions I see," he said teasingly. "I like that. My last name is Finley. And yours?" He asked, a look of sincerity on his face.
"Hmm. Your last name doesn't sound familiar, and, my last name is Calemon."
"Calemon?" he said, jumping back in shock. "As in, Douglas Calemon?"
"Aye. Douglas Calemon, do you know him?"
"No. But I know your mum. Well, know of her, as I do I your granmum, granda, and your entire mothers side of the family."
"Oh, say, what clan are you from?"
"Typically, I wouldn't be allowed to tell you, but I will since I know what you are anyway, I will. I am a good wood bane, from one of the many covens the renounced the evil ways hundreds of years ago."
"Oh goddess, look at the sun, it is getting late, and I am seeing my granmum at 9 am. Dear Alistair, would you like to come back with me and meet the great Morgan McEwan Riordan Niall?"
"Oh sweet, sweet Muriel, it would be my pleaser to escort you home. But first I must ask you a question."
"Aye?"
"Do you fancy me?"
Oh no. Muriel thought. I forgot to put a mind block up. What if he's scanned through my mind the whole time? I have to play this off. Oh, Goddess. "Aye, I do, but please do not hold that against me. For my emotions, I just cannot hide away forever."
"Oh but lass, why would that be a crime against you. I was just wondering if you would be interested in dating me?"
"If you pass the test of the Riordan Naills, I will surely be yours, now make pace, I shall not wish to be late."