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It started out like a cliche sort of day. The wind was howling, the rain was being dropped. Yet here we stood, in a large circle, throwing out every bit of energy we had. He had to come himself.
For the first time in my life, I seen my grandfather. His lips were twisted into a smile, eyebrows raised in a mix of shock, and wonder. "The Boom." He said, semi-amused.
"Grandpa," I nodded curtly. He whipped his head towards me. "Bet you didn't know you were trying to kill your own blood, did you?" To my left, Preston started his power chant like we had discussed over the past few weeks.
~~~"Your bloody insane. This is Ciaran MacEwan." Cally yelled at me. We had done the expansion to the previous charm on the house, so my blood was cursing with magick, just waiting to be released again.
I let my neck fall to one side, and blinked at a book behind her. I expected it to come flying at my hand, but it seemed to explode. "Well, that's new." I muttered to myself. "Do you think he could do that? No, I didn't think so." Sadly, everyone was siding with Cally, everyone but Noah and I. "Come on!" I stomped my foot. "Aren't you sick of running? We could swat him and his damn dark waves away with a swish of the hand."~~~
"So where's your coven? Think your something without them do you?" Noah chuckled. Ciaran looked at him blankly. "Then again, you probably thing your something with them." Ciaran let his hand float away from his body, a blue ball of fire formulating in it.
"No." I said, as if scolding a three year old for trying to get an extra cookie. I held my hand out, palm flat, and his ball of fire appeared in mine. I closed my hand into a fist, making the ball extinguish. The rest of the circle had sunk into deep meditation, the power they were gaining, coming off in severe waves.
~~~"So, what do we do then?" Austin sighed. I looked up and stared into his ocean blue eyes. "Well..." He rotated his hand, waiting for my answer.
I continued to stare at him in awe. "Her plan is," Noah gave me a nudge with his arm.
"Right. So, once he shows up, we kind of trap him in our circle. Noah and I will distract him, keep him busy. You guys do whatever it is you have to do to get power."~~~
I felt a faint bit of bile rising. "My god, Ciaran. Are you really that stupid? You sent a dark wave after us, and yet here you stand, in the mist of it all. It'll kill you, you know." I said, somewhat bored. I had witch messaged Grandpa Niall, and asked him about the spell he had created to dismantle the dark wave. Rider, Tenna and I had drastically improved it. So now, with our power, it was a simple spell, that would leave us a little dizzy for a few seconds.
"You wouldn't let it. If you're truly my granddaughter."
I shrugged at him, glancing quickly at Noah, signaling for him to start his own power chant. "You're my grandfather. That didn't stop you from trying to kill me."
"I didn't know who you were." He countered on me.
"Would it have really mattered?" I raised my eyebrow, and waiting for him to answer. He stayed in his place, chin held high, not moving a muscle, expect for his jaw, which was clenched, and flexing.
"No. Dear girl, power is what matters."
"What you do with your power is what truly matters, Ciaran." I spat. "And you use them for evil."
"Ahh, yes. My dear daughter must have pounded that into your brain. How is the lady?"
"I wouldn't know." I glanced to my left again, where Preston was finished, and staring at Ciaran and me. I let my head drop, and did the quickest chant I knew to gain power from my ancestors. I let my eyes snap open, my blood buzzing, veins filled with magick.
"You can still join me, Moira. Join me, and nothing will happen to your friends." I said nothing. "You remind me so much of your mother. So much of me."
I took a deep breathe, "I am nothing like you, and I never will be." What are you doing now then? Your about to torture someone. He deserves it. Your just like him. No. You always have been. No. On a constant power high. I'm not. You're evil. "Enough!" I exploded. My power serged, as I felt everyone look at me. "I'll never be like you, you evil bastard." I yelled. My eyes snapped left, right, forward; Ciaran's coven was here. I felt like throwing up, the wave was getting closer.
"Leave." Ciaran growled. "I can handle a bunch of teenagers." He said through clenched teeth.
"Can you?" Cally snarled, "can you really?"
"How soon you seem to forget that we could kill you in a millisecond." Rider barked.
"Then do it." Ciaran taunted us. "You would have done so already if you could." I felt his coven breathing, and stepping closer.
I snapped out both my arms, freezing Amyranth mid-step. "If we were to do that, we would just be sinking down to your level. A murdering, powerless little bastard, who needs others to help him. Do you know what it's like to have to run? To never see your family? To have to leave your home? To be nearly killed?!"
"Yes. I never see my family." Ciaran told me.
"Your looking at family." Noah piped in. I let my eyes wonder to him, and gave him the best smile I could muster. Over his shoulder, I caught sight of the black cloud coming towards us.
"Do you want to die, Ciaran? Should I let you be hit by your own spell?" I asked him, threateningly. His fellow coven members were trembling, trying their hardest to break free of my wimp of a spell.
"If you feel it's necessary." Ciaran replied, not to my surprise, calmly. I knew he'd refuse to back down long ago, and I had a back up plan.
"I feel that you have causes enough pain, and we shall return it. Moira, so you agree?" Austin said cheekily.
"Can tell you, I honestly do." All heads dropped, seven of us into mediation, and the build up of a spell. In all honesty, we didn't know what was about to happen. We knew what the spell was meant to do, to this dark wave, but we didn't know what would happen.
Electricity started to crackle between us. I felt like I was being ripped in two. If we had so much power, why was this hurting so much? Maybe it was because we were ripping Amyranth's life from their body, their blood. How could a person do this?
I opened my eyes in time to see the black cloud engulf us, almost eating us whole. I could literally feel every bone in my body, every ounce of blood being pumped, and every heart beat. Anything that could hurt, did hurt. I couldn't feel a thing around me, not even with the casting of my senses. My mind wandered. Did it not work? Am I slowly dying as I think this? Will I never see my parents again? My friends? Cally? Is this what the dark wave really felt like?
The room was white, the curtain's were white, the sheets were white. The hospital? No, I had never been in a real hospital in my life. Not with mom being who she was. A damn good healer. I blinked again, and the color flowed in.
"What happened?" my voice was scratchy, barely sounding like my own.
"Amyranth." I heard. Everything was still fuzzy, including my senses. "You stripped them of their powers." And the cliche day was over; the good guys won.
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It started out like a cliche sort of day. The wind was howling, the rain was being dropped. Yet here we stood, in a large circle, throwing out every bit of energy we had. He had to come himself.
For the first time in my life, I seen my grandfather. His lips were twisted into a smile, eyebrows raised in a mix of shock, and wonder. "The Boom." He said, semi-amused.
"Grandpa," I nodded curtly. He whipped his head towards me. "Bet you didn't know you were trying to kill your own blood, did you?" To my left, Preston started his power chant like we had discussed over the past few weeks.
~~~"Your bloody insane. This is Ciaran MacEwan." Cally yelled at me. We had done the expansion to the previous charm on the house, so my blood was cursing with magick, just waiting to be released again.
I let my neck fall to one side, and blinked at a book behind her. I expected it to come flying at my hand, but it seemed to explode. "Well, that's new." I muttered to myself. "Do you think he could do that? No, I didn't think so." Sadly, everyone was siding with Cally, everyone but Noah and I. "Come on!" I stomped my foot. "Aren't you sick of running? We could swat him and his damn dark waves away with a swish of the hand."~~~
"So where's your coven? Think your something without them do you?" Noah chuckled. Ciaran looked at him blankly. "Then again, you probably thing your something with them." Ciaran let his hand float away from his body, a blue ball of fire formulating in it.
"No." I said, as if scolding a three year old for trying to get an extra cookie. I held my hand out, palm flat, and his ball of fire appeared in mine. I closed my hand into a fist, making the ball extinguish. The rest of the circle had sunk into deep meditation, the power they were gaining, coming off in severe waves.
~~~"So, what do we do then?" Austin sighed. I looked up and stared into his ocean blue eyes. "Well..." He rotated his hand, waiting for my answer.
I continued to stare at him in awe. "Her plan is," Noah gave me a nudge with his arm.
"Right. So, once he shows up, we kind of trap him in our circle. Noah and I will distract him, keep him busy. You guys do whatever it is you have to do to get power."~~~
I felt a faint bit of bile rising. "My god, Ciaran. Are you really that stupid? You sent a dark wave after us, and yet here you stand, in the mist of it all. It'll kill you, you know." I said, somewhat bored. I had witch messaged Grandpa Niall, and asked him about the spell he had created to dismantle the dark wave. Rider, Tenna and I had drastically improved it. So now, with our power, it was a simple spell, that would leave us a little dizzy for a few seconds.
"You wouldn't let it. If you're truly my granddaughter."
I shrugged at him, glancing quickly at Noah, signaling for him to start his own power chant. "You're my grandfather. That didn't stop you from trying to kill me."
"I didn't know who you were." He countered on me.
"Would it have really mattered?" I raised my eyebrow, and waiting for him to answer. He stayed in his place, chin held high, not moving a muscle, expect for his jaw, which was clenched, and flexing.
"No. Dear girl, power is what matters."
"What you do with your power is what truly matters, Ciaran." I spat. "And you use them for evil."
"Ahh, yes. My dear daughter must have pounded that into your brain. How is the lady?"
"I wouldn't know." I glanced to my left again, where Preston was finished, and staring at Ciaran and me. I let my head drop, and did the quickest chant I knew to gain power from my ancestors. I let my eyes snap open, my blood buzzing, veins filled with magick.
"You can still join me, Moira. Join me, and nothing will happen to your friends." I said nothing. "You remind me so much of your mother. So much of me."
I took a deep breathe, "I am nothing like you, and I never will be." What are you doing now then? Your about to torture someone. He deserves it. Your just like him. No. You always have been. No. On a constant power high. I'm not. You're evil. "Enough!" I exploded. My power serged, as I felt everyone look at me. "I'll never be like you, you evil bastard." I yelled. My eyes snapped left, right, forward; Ciaran's coven was here. I felt like throwing up, the wave was getting closer.
"Leave." Ciaran growled. "I can handle a bunch of teenagers." He said through clenched teeth.
"Can you?" Cally snarled, "can you really?"
"How soon you seem to forget that we could kill you in a millisecond." Rider barked.
"Then do it." Ciaran taunted us. "You would have done so already if you could." I felt his coven breathing, and stepping closer.
I snapped out both my arms, freezing Amyranth mid-step. "If we were to do that, we would just be sinking down to your level. A murdering, powerless little bastard, who needs others to help him. Do you know what it's like to have to run? To never see your family? To have to leave your home? To be nearly killed?!"
"Yes. I never see my family." Ciaran told me.
"Your looking at family." Noah piped in. I let my eyes wonder to him, and gave him the best smile I could muster. Over his shoulder, I caught sight of the black cloud coming towards us.
"Do you want to die, Ciaran? Should I let you be hit by your own spell?" I asked him, threateningly. His fellow coven members were trembling, trying their hardest to break free of my wimp of a spell.
"If you feel it's necessary." Ciaran replied, not to my surprise, calmly. I knew he'd refuse to back down long ago, and I had a back up plan.
"I feel that you have causes enough pain, and we shall return it. Moira, so you agree?" Austin said cheekily.
"Can tell you, I honestly do." All heads dropped, seven of us into mediation, and the build up of a spell. In all honesty, we didn't know what was about to happen. We knew what the spell was meant to do, to this dark wave, but we didn't know what would happen.
Electricity started to crackle between us. I felt like I was being ripped in two. If we had so much power, why was this hurting so much? Maybe it was because we were ripping Amyranth's life from their body, their blood. How could a person do this?
I opened my eyes in time to see the black cloud engulf us, almost eating us whole. I could literally feel every bone in my body, every ounce of blood being pumped, and every heart beat. Anything that could hurt, did hurt. I couldn't feel a thing around me, not even with the casting of my senses. My mind wandered. Did it not work? Am I slowly dying as I think this? Will I never see my parents again? My friends? Cally? Is this what the dark wave really felt like?
The room was white, the curtain's were white, the sheets were white. The hospital? No, I had never been in a real hospital in my life. Not with mom being who she was. A damn good healer. I blinked again, and the color flowed in.
"What happened?" my voice was scratchy, barely sounding like my own.
"Amyranth." I heard. Everything was still fuzzy, including my senses. "You stripped them of their powers." And the cliche day was over; the good guys won.
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