A/n: I hope you guys are enjoying "rooted in darkness" just as much as you
did "torn apart" I promise you that, that story will go back up again soon,
I am still writing it but slowly, I didn't think it would be fair to leave
a story on and not post for ages, but I have a good idea for this story and
know where I am going with it. But if you mail me on
miss_hollie_sunshine_faery@hotmail.com, and tell me if you really, really,
really want "Torn Apart" back up then please do, and I will gladly put it
back up for you.
Okay roll on chapter 3!
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Morgan's POV.
"Da!" I called as we walked through the living room, I could sense he was in his private study so I didn't really want to take Bree down there.
He came out into the hall to face Bree and me. "Who's your friend Morgan?" he asked, I could tell he was casting his senses, and then he stared at me.
~~~ Non-witch, Morgan? ~~~ He messaged me
~~~ I know Da she's a friend from school ~~~
"Would it be okay if she stayed tonight?" I asked
"Sure why not," he said shrugging. I began to lead the way to my room.
"Morgan!" my father called
"Yes?"
"Your brother called, he's coming down this weekend"
"Great," I replied sarcastically
I carried on walking to my room.
"I'm guessing you don't like your brother" Bree said
"Its not that, he's just a waste, he doesn't use his powers but for showy magick to show off to his mates, he doesn't have goal in life, other than that, he's a blast"
I opened my bedroom door and let myself and Bree in before closing it.
"You have a huge room, its bigger than mine" Bree said, taking a seat on my leather couch.
"Do you need to call you mum or whatever?" I said
"No, my mum ran off with another bloke and my dad is in Massachusetts with some super model bimbo as his latest conquest.
Just then my mum poked her head round the door, "I thought you had a friend with you" she smiled,
"Hello," she came in holding out a hand to Bree, "I'm Morgan's mum, you can call my Maeve." She smiled.
Bree took her hand, "I'm Bree, nice to meet you."
"Mum? What do you think you're doing? Leave my room now" She got the point and headed out my room.
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Bree's POV.
Morgan's house is impressive; it's bigger than mine.
When I met her dad I could tell that he was close with Morgan, almost as if they had some psychic connection, well they are witches after all. Morgan seemed to look up to him and respect him.
But then when her mom came in her room, Morgan completely disregarded her as if she was some lower being, when she forced her to leave the room, her mom looked really hurt, I wonder what happened here.
"So, how long have you been a witch?" I asked
Morgan turned and stared at me, I think she was sort of laughing at me with her eyes.
"Witches are born witches, its in our blood, I've always known and practised the craft, I was initiated when I was 14."
"Initiated?" I asked, "What's that?"
"It's when a witch is made a full adult witch and they receive their full powers"
"So, do you enjoy being a witch?"
"More than life itself, it's what I live for" Morgan smiled "Are you planning to stay with our coven and practise Wicca seriously" she eyed me for a moment.
"Yes, why not, it seems appealing to me, the circle tonight was just. . . exhilarating, it was an incredible feeling."
"That's good,"
"So what kind of magick can you do?" She smiled at me for a moment, she murmured something in some random language, and I looked around, everything seemed to glimmer and shine.
"Touch something," she told me" I touched a photo frame with a picture of her and her dad when she was about 4 years old and it began to float.
"What have you done?" I asked
"Everything is made of magick, I just brought it out for you to enjoy, this is pure good magick," she said. "Although I go deeper with my magick than that, I'm what you could call a "prodigy child" a witch like me is born every few generations, I have extremely strong powers, I think it because both my parents are extremely powerful"
She began to teach a lot more about magick, we spent all night talking, she taught me about the seven clans, uses for herbs and crystals in magick, she taught me about runes and sigils, I loved learning about witchcraft, it was interesting.
"Here, this is a deck of tarot cards" she said a couple of hours later, "give you me a reading"
"Okay," she shuffled the deck and handed the cards, then she told me to lie out four cards,
"This is my past," she told me as I laid the first one down, "The Devil," it read, I noticed Morgan give a slight smile.
"This is my present" she said when I laid the next one down, "Judgement" it read, then I noticed Morgan's face twitch, what's wrong with her? Is she getting some meaning from this that I'm not?
"This is my future" she said when I laid the next one down, "Death" it read, I looked at her wide-eyed.
"Don't worry," she told me reading my expression, "sometimes it just means the death of an old way of life and the beginning of a new one"
Then I laid out the final card, "This is the what the distant future holds for me" she smiled, "The World" the card read.
Something happened, Morgan went extremely quiet, her mouth twitching.
"What do the cards say?" I asked her.
"Never mind, we should get some sleep, I'm tired."
"Have you got any pyjama's you could lend me?" I asked her
She searched through one of her drawers and pulled out a slinky silky red nightdress, and chucked it at me, I went into her own private bathroom and changed into it.
When I came out again, I noticed that she had pulled the leather couch out which made a bed for me, then climbed into her large king size bed.
"Night, Morgan" I said as I settled into my bed.
"Night" she muttered.
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Morgan's POV.
"Da!" I called as we walked through the living room, I could sense he was in his private study so I didn't really want to take Bree down there.
He came out into the hall to face Bree and me. "Who's your friend Morgan?" he asked, I could tell he was casting his senses, and then he stared at me.
~~~ Non-witch, Morgan? ~~~ He messaged me
~~~ I know Da she's a friend from school ~~~
"Would it be okay if she stayed tonight?" I asked
"Sure why not," he said shrugging. I began to lead the way to my room.
"Morgan!" my father called
"Yes?"
"Your brother called, he's coming down this weekend"
"Great," I replied sarcastically
I carried on walking to my room.
"I'm guessing you don't like your brother" Bree said
"Its not that, he's just a waste, he doesn't use his powers but for showy magick to show off to his mates, he doesn't have goal in life, other than that, he's a blast"
I opened my bedroom door and let myself and Bree in before closing it.
"You have a huge room, its bigger than mine" Bree said, taking a seat on my leather couch.
"Do you need to call you mum or whatever?" I said
"No, my mum ran off with another bloke and my dad is in Massachusetts with some super model bimbo as his latest conquest.
Just then my mum poked her head round the door, "I thought you had a friend with you" she smiled,
"Hello," she came in holding out a hand to Bree, "I'm Morgan's mum, you can call my Maeve." She smiled.
Bree took her hand, "I'm Bree, nice to meet you."
"Mum? What do you think you're doing? Leave my room now" She got the point and headed out my room.
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Bree's POV.
Morgan's house is impressive; it's bigger than mine.
When I met her dad I could tell that he was close with Morgan, almost as if they had some psychic connection, well they are witches after all. Morgan seemed to look up to him and respect him.
But then when her mom came in her room, Morgan completely disregarded her as if she was some lower being, when she forced her to leave the room, her mom looked really hurt, I wonder what happened here.
"So, how long have you been a witch?" I asked
Morgan turned and stared at me, I think she was sort of laughing at me with her eyes.
"Witches are born witches, its in our blood, I've always known and practised the craft, I was initiated when I was 14."
"Initiated?" I asked, "What's that?"
"It's when a witch is made a full adult witch and they receive their full powers"
"So, do you enjoy being a witch?"
"More than life itself, it's what I live for" Morgan smiled "Are you planning to stay with our coven and practise Wicca seriously" she eyed me for a moment.
"Yes, why not, it seems appealing to me, the circle tonight was just. . . exhilarating, it was an incredible feeling."
"That's good,"
"So what kind of magick can you do?" She smiled at me for a moment, she murmured something in some random language, and I looked around, everything seemed to glimmer and shine.
"Touch something," she told me" I touched a photo frame with a picture of her and her dad when she was about 4 years old and it began to float.
"What have you done?" I asked
"Everything is made of magick, I just brought it out for you to enjoy, this is pure good magick," she said. "Although I go deeper with my magick than that, I'm what you could call a "prodigy child" a witch like me is born every few generations, I have extremely strong powers, I think it because both my parents are extremely powerful"
She began to teach a lot more about magick, we spent all night talking, she taught me about the seven clans, uses for herbs and crystals in magick, she taught me about runes and sigils, I loved learning about witchcraft, it was interesting.
"Here, this is a deck of tarot cards" she said a couple of hours later, "give you me a reading"
"Okay," she shuffled the deck and handed the cards, then she told me to lie out four cards,
"This is my past," she told me as I laid the first one down, "The Devil," it read, I noticed Morgan give a slight smile.
"This is my present" she said when I laid the next one down, "Judgement" it read, then I noticed Morgan's face twitch, what's wrong with her? Is she getting some meaning from this that I'm not?
"This is my future" she said when I laid the next one down, "Death" it read, I looked at her wide-eyed.
"Don't worry," she told me reading my expression, "sometimes it just means the death of an old way of life and the beginning of a new one"
Then I laid out the final card, "This is the what the distant future holds for me" she smiled, "The World" the card read.
Something happened, Morgan went extremely quiet, her mouth twitching.
"What do the cards say?" I asked her.
"Never mind, we should get some sleep, I'm tired."
"Have you got any pyjama's you could lend me?" I asked her
She searched through one of her drawers and pulled out a slinky silky red nightdress, and chucked it at me, I went into her own private bathroom and changed into it.
When I came out again, I noticed that she had pulled the leather couch out which made a bed for me, then climbed into her large king size bed.
"Night, Morgan" I said as I settled into my bed.
"Night" she muttered.
