Title: Girl
of Sgath
Author:
XxHyBriDk10
Chapter Eight:
Defeat
Disclaimer: I do not own Sweep or any of its characters, etc! You could probably tell if you read this
A/N: Thank you peeps for reading and reviewing! It is you that motivates me! I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. I seriously could NOT think of anything to write! And now it's all predictable and boring… I'm so ashamed of this story!
I screamed as Medeva popped back up from the floor pushing the knife that probably almost killed Cal in my face. She held it lightly over my head and swung it back and forth. If she dropped it I would probably bleed like Cal.
"Did you ever love, Cal, Morgan?" Medeva asked, sounding bored.
What was her plan? Gossip with me before she killed me? But an idea came to me as I watched the knife sway like a pendulum. If I could concentrate on it and knock it out of her grasp and distract her for a while… Then what did I do in New York? Her plan was so similar! I could get out!
My eyes never left the blade and I focused all that I could on it. I could feel it pulsing and just about to argue against Medeva's hold. She threw it to a corner. It worked! But I was too wrapped up in triumph for that split second to see something even more from Ciaran.
Medeva placing her head on mine, murmuring a spell.
"No!" I screamed, kicking and wiggling and screaming more than I can ever remember. Going through the same thing a second time made it twice as worse.
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Medeva was knocking on a door. After waiting several minuets, Ciaran opened the door. Medeva wanted to study from him. She listed all that she would and could do, why she admired him and some she already knew.
But Ciaran refused. He turned away and shut the door. Medeva did not give up. She stayed outside his home, sitting in the driveway, bearing all earthly conditions including heavy rains. One day she even knocked on the door from the driveway and set a fire with her mind outside the door. When Ciaran opened the door, he boomed.
"What kind of childish act is this?"
The scene changed but something told me Ciaran eventually agreed. Medeva was at a school watching Cal enter the front steps with the same ease he did at Widow's Vale. A few more times of remeberance came before a caustic desire came from her. She really loved Cal. She hated any other girl who he talked to and remained that way even after he asked her out. Medeva was extremely blissful about it until one day Cal wasn't at school. Medeva ignored it and said she'd call him later, but no one answered. The cycle continued for days, which turned into weeks, that turned into months and the landscape changed again.
Medeva was laying on a floor her arms and legs randomly thrown on the floor. Her eyes were open, but inanimate. Medeva was dying.
"Aah!"
The connection broke and I wondered why and how much Medeva had seen out of me. She was yelling and trying to stand up from the wall she had stumbled on to when I noticed a shadow coming from the doorway.
"Hunter!" I cried and he ran into the room. He was throwing magick the bounds at my ankles and wrists while Medeva was still distracted. I felt ashamed to be in the same situation twice and for Hunter to rescue me twice.
My hands were free and I sat up to unmantle my feet so Hunter could take care of Medeva. I saw the flicker of the silver braigh he was getting ready to use as I swung my right ankle off the table.
"Damn it!" Medeva shrieked. Hunter and I watched in amazement as she just vanished from the room. Crap, I forgot she could do that.
"I was so close…" her voice seemed to ooze of out the walls of the room.
Hunter grabbed my hand. "We need to get out of here." I felt it cast his senses out and I did too, mostly picking up Hunter's anger once he realized Medeva had taken Cal. "We should have known…" I heard him mutter.
"Where do you think she's going?" I asked, once we were outside.
"I don't know," Hunter replied looking around. I cast my senses out again and picked up something very faint. Where was it coming from? Somewhere familiar… a large tree… gravestones…
The power sink.
"We need to go to the power sink," I said more calmly than I felt. I went to Hunter's car. He looked like he was going to question why, but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Instead he opened the doors and headed to the cemetery.
"Hunter, before you came in… Medeva was forcing a that meanma on me like Ciaran did."
I was looking down when I told him and out of the corner of my eye, I saw no expression.
"She has studied with him and I think that's why she's so strong. Then it was showing me Cal coming to her school and her… dying. It was going to show how Cal is alive but you broke the connection to save me."
I looked out the window. We were nearing the road where I had parked by the oak tree to bound Ciaran and dismantle a dark wave. Some things witches would never dream of. It is also where I came for the first Cirrus circle with Cal. Had I really done that? I felt like I was watching my life from outside of my body. I didn't know what was what at given moments.
"I didn't save you alone," Hunter sighed. "Cal was wondering the house again and I called him. That Medeva must have done some pretty horrible things to him. It didn't even look like he heard me. But he came over and I instructed him to break the ties that were holding me down."
He parked the car before I realized where we were. "Either, my memory's not what it used to be or he's somehow stronger."
"What do you mean?"
"I think Medeva has been giving him power somehow," Hunter explained, getting out.
"She could actually do that? She could just give Cal some of her power?"
"Well, it's not exactly giving as much as sending. Like we do for when someone is sick."
I took a deep breath before going any farther. Could someone remind me why constant evil is thrown into my life?
My steps became slower and more muffled over the crunching leaves and moist earth. Sounds to digust me tickled my ears and I ducked behind a headstone. I could feel Hunter's knee by my leg as I squinted around to see Medeva and Cal making out again! Goddess, I just threw out a binding spell. I didn't care if they saw me or it didn't even work as long as they stopped!
Well luckily, it did work and the two players of tonsil hockey were stuck on a gravestone under my power. I turned to Hunter in realization that I had no clue what to do next.
"I think we should strip her of her powers," he whispered. "According to the person who told me about her. She has all kinds of things her. She's been using dark spells, using weather magick, collecting true names, not to mention all that she's done today."
"What about Cal?"
"You should keep him under the binding spell. He's detained and we might be able to figure out what Medeva has done to him once she's powerless. I've already called Sky and Justin, he's the seeker who's kept tabs on her, and Eiofe. She's here with Justin. Do you want to take part in it?" Hunter asked the last part with such care. I knew he would go out of his way to find someone if I didn't want to. But the way my life was heading, I would probably have to face many more deprivings.
"I'll do it."
