A/n: Okay guy's thanks for my reviews, I'm getting a lot asking if Hunter
really is dead or not, heehee I'm so evil! Anyway, I have a couple of ideal
possibilities for "the bad guy" so I'll be brain storming (or Brian
storming if you a retard like me or my sister, lol)
Keep on reading, I promise it'll get interesting, just bare with me, these
first few chapter were boring, but not for long! Read on and find out!
Please review!
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I looked down at the athame in front of me, Hunter's athame, the one he used to take away Ciaran's powers, and now I was going to undo what he did, was I really prepared to go through with this?
As if he was reading my mind Ciaran placed his hand gently on my shoulder, "I know it's hard daughter, but you must do this"
I hung my head and for some unknown reason, I knew he was right, without Hunter in my life things that didn't seem right before does now.
"Okay, lets do this" I drew in a deep breath and raised my head again.
He talked me though the circle and what I had to do before I performed it, but I needed some supplies, conveniently there was an occult store at the end of the street, (I think may be the reason why I liked this hotel) and bought the things Ciaran said we needed, while he stayed back up in the hotel room.
When I reached the counter with all the things the woman looked up at me and smiled, "What are you un-ravelling?" she asked
"I accidentally reined my powers," I said quickly
"Really? That's odd" she frowned and then shrugged it off
"Why odd?" I asked her
"Because I can feel waves of power coming from you, you are a very strong witch, you can't be reined"
"Did I say that I was reined? I meant to say I accidentally reined my fathers powers," I laughed nervously, the woman smiled unconvinced so I quickly gave her the money and walked out quickly, *note to self* I thought *stop lying to witches, it doesn't work a lot of the time*
"Did you get the things?" my father asked as soon as the door opened
I nodded and closed it behind me. "Are you ready?" I asked, while I was out my father had to meditate and release all his emotions.
"Aye lass, I'm telling you, without my powers, I find it bloody hard to meditate."
"Well you'll have them back soon" I smiled nervously
"Daughter, you do realise that if you do this you can't go back to them, don't you?"
I knew what he meant; I couldn't return home to Widow's Vale, I now belong with my father, my real father. . . did I really just think that? Goddess what is wrong with me?
I nodded, "Lets just. . . get this over with" I said
The spell was very long, I had never done it before and Ciaran was having trouble remembering parts of it, the spell was supposed to be performed by 5 or more people just like the spell to strip the powers, but Ciaran said that I was more powerful than 5 or more witches put together, when he said that I felt a rush of pride go through me.
When the spell was nearly complete I had to stand over Ciaran with the athame and swirl it over his head, I saw images of his childhood come out of the athame go into him, then more as he grew up, his initiation, circles he had, all his memories as a witch were going back into him and then I saw when he and I shape shifted and then finally on the night where I had bound him and called Hunter to strip him. . . oh Goddess Hunter, my poor Hunter.
When the last of the images sunk into him he stretched out reaching for the ceiling "YES!" he cried, "YES!" the lifeless body that was my father only moments ago became the young looking, charismatic Ciaran I had first met back in New York.
"Morgan! Thank you child!" he hugged me tight.
"I didn't know that could be done. . ." I said quietly,
"Hardly anybody does, I don't even think the council do" Ciaran smiled.
He got up and headed for the front door, "Where are you going?" I asked
"I'm taking you shopping child, not only for a thank you, but because you have nothing with you," I smiled and felt my heart warm up to the father I had never known.
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Five years later. . .
I am now a grown woman at the age of 22, a full witch, initiated into the craft, living in Scotland with my father, Ciaran MacEwan.
I have not seen or heard from my adopted family since I left, nor have I heard from Hunter's family. My heart still ached for him, a part of me always will. But its best that non of them know where I am and what I have become nor the things I have done, I don't know how they'd feel, and I didn't want to know.
I didn't really have a conscience anymore, but when it came to them. . .
My father and I have done a lot together, we grew closer as we got to know each other, he showed me how to do things, powerful things, things I didn't think I would even be able to do.
"Morgan, we have to go away for a while," My father said to me one day.
I smiled, "Cool, where? Why?" I asked
"Canada, a town somewhere around Quebec, I have to meet with a fellow witch, somebody has been bad mouthing me and I think he or she might have revealed to the council that I'm back, and this witch I'm meeting up with collects true names, she's going to help me find out who it and get hold of their true name"
For some strange reason, that sounded highly familiar to me, something from long ago, what was it Dammit!
"Her name is Justine Corceaux," That was it, I felt my cheeks get hot and my fists grow tighter together.
"What's wrong daughter?" he asked me, "do you know her?"
"I know of her, she kissed Hunter years ago, she wanted him for herself,"
"Oh child I am sorry, but I need to do business with her,"
I finally agreed, and we used a teleportation spell (like the one we used on Hunter's athame years ago, we had advanced it a little since then – it saves money on plane tickets when you travel as much as we do) and arrived on the front porch of Justine's home, her whole property practically screamed witch.
Ciaran rung the doorbell, we weren't waiting long before the door opened. . .
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I looked down at the athame in front of me, Hunter's athame, the one he used to take away Ciaran's powers, and now I was going to undo what he did, was I really prepared to go through with this?
As if he was reading my mind Ciaran placed his hand gently on my shoulder, "I know it's hard daughter, but you must do this"
I hung my head and for some unknown reason, I knew he was right, without Hunter in my life things that didn't seem right before does now.
"Okay, lets do this" I drew in a deep breath and raised my head again.
He talked me though the circle and what I had to do before I performed it, but I needed some supplies, conveniently there was an occult store at the end of the street, (I think may be the reason why I liked this hotel) and bought the things Ciaran said we needed, while he stayed back up in the hotel room.
When I reached the counter with all the things the woman looked up at me and smiled, "What are you un-ravelling?" she asked
"I accidentally reined my powers," I said quickly
"Really? That's odd" she frowned and then shrugged it off
"Why odd?" I asked her
"Because I can feel waves of power coming from you, you are a very strong witch, you can't be reined"
"Did I say that I was reined? I meant to say I accidentally reined my fathers powers," I laughed nervously, the woman smiled unconvinced so I quickly gave her the money and walked out quickly, *note to self* I thought *stop lying to witches, it doesn't work a lot of the time*
"Did you get the things?" my father asked as soon as the door opened
I nodded and closed it behind me. "Are you ready?" I asked, while I was out my father had to meditate and release all his emotions.
"Aye lass, I'm telling you, without my powers, I find it bloody hard to meditate."
"Well you'll have them back soon" I smiled nervously
"Daughter, you do realise that if you do this you can't go back to them, don't you?"
I knew what he meant; I couldn't return home to Widow's Vale, I now belong with my father, my real father. . . did I really just think that? Goddess what is wrong with me?
I nodded, "Lets just. . . get this over with" I said
The spell was very long, I had never done it before and Ciaran was having trouble remembering parts of it, the spell was supposed to be performed by 5 or more people just like the spell to strip the powers, but Ciaran said that I was more powerful than 5 or more witches put together, when he said that I felt a rush of pride go through me.
When the spell was nearly complete I had to stand over Ciaran with the athame and swirl it over his head, I saw images of his childhood come out of the athame go into him, then more as he grew up, his initiation, circles he had, all his memories as a witch were going back into him and then I saw when he and I shape shifted and then finally on the night where I had bound him and called Hunter to strip him. . . oh Goddess Hunter, my poor Hunter.
When the last of the images sunk into him he stretched out reaching for the ceiling "YES!" he cried, "YES!" the lifeless body that was my father only moments ago became the young looking, charismatic Ciaran I had first met back in New York.
"Morgan! Thank you child!" he hugged me tight.
"I didn't know that could be done. . ." I said quietly,
"Hardly anybody does, I don't even think the council do" Ciaran smiled.
He got up and headed for the front door, "Where are you going?" I asked
"I'm taking you shopping child, not only for a thank you, but because you have nothing with you," I smiled and felt my heart warm up to the father I had never known.
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Five years later. . .
I am now a grown woman at the age of 22, a full witch, initiated into the craft, living in Scotland with my father, Ciaran MacEwan.
I have not seen or heard from my adopted family since I left, nor have I heard from Hunter's family. My heart still ached for him, a part of me always will. But its best that non of them know where I am and what I have become nor the things I have done, I don't know how they'd feel, and I didn't want to know.
I didn't really have a conscience anymore, but when it came to them. . .
My father and I have done a lot together, we grew closer as we got to know each other, he showed me how to do things, powerful things, things I didn't think I would even be able to do.
"Morgan, we have to go away for a while," My father said to me one day.
I smiled, "Cool, where? Why?" I asked
"Canada, a town somewhere around Quebec, I have to meet with a fellow witch, somebody has been bad mouthing me and I think he or she might have revealed to the council that I'm back, and this witch I'm meeting up with collects true names, she's going to help me find out who it and get hold of their true name"
For some strange reason, that sounded highly familiar to me, something from long ago, what was it Dammit!
"Her name is Justine Corceaux," That was it, I felt my cheeks get hot and my fists grow tighter together.
"What's wrong daughter?" he asked me, "do you know her?"
"I know of her, she kissed Hunter years ago, she wanted him for herself,"
"Oh child I am sorry, but I need to do business with her,"
I finally agreed, and we used a teleportation spell (like the one we used on Hunter's athame years ago, we had advanced it a little since then – it saves money on plane tickets when you travel as much as we do) and arrived on the front porch of Justine's home, her whole property practically screamed witch.
Ciaran rung the doorbell, we weren't waiting long before the door opened. . .