UNDER YOUR SPELL
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: This is when I'm happy. I'm only halfway through this story and (without Author's Notes added) it equals up to twenty pages! Yes!! Go me!! People should be proud of me (.
A NOTE TO ANYONE WHO HAS PLAYED FINAL FANTASY X OR X-2: Yes, Auron has a cameo appearance in this chapter, but he actually doesn't mention his name. Oh, of smartness!! ANDANDANDANDAND... not just to Final Fantasy players anymore, but I also took a couple of lines from 'The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen.' Good movie, that one. =D.
Thankyou so much, first of all this time to Dreamseeker. I love your e- mail, and expect one back from me soon!!! I'm so happy you m 8want to write a fic with me!!! 44 qa++ rrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrr r6666666 m j444d444 n nh fffttggyguuygyttrgffdrewsaq e d
d5666 65 nj mh iiimm r59p 8 0;
SORRY GUYS!!!! My little ten month-old cousin just got to the computer. I think it's kinda cute though, and I'm not going to erase it.
Look, I started my thankyous and I really don't feel like finishing them, so you'll just have to wait until the next chapter to read them properly. Eesh! I'm so lazy today!
Love ya all!
--Dancing With Lightning
Confrontation
Morgan got out of the car.
Ciaran's smile faded instantly as he saw his daughter standing in front of him, a blue light gathering around her. Then he murmured something, and a ball of black, pulsing energy as big as Morgan's head flew towards her. She dropped to the ground, feeling fear rise up in her chest.
And this time, she wanted it to come.
Her back arched and her clothes melted once again into the black silk that covered her body.
Ciaran watched with horror as Morgan was taken by a purple-black cloud, and then watched it fade. He couldn't see its face: its whole body was covered with a white, feathery substance.
Morgan flicked her wings back, and smiled at Ciaran, looking at the cut on his wrist with hunger.
"Oh... Goddess..."
With a screech, Morgan flew at Ciaran, her wings propelling her forward. She noticed Alyce out of the corner of her eye, and nodded to her. The older woman smiled encouragingly, even though she was bleeding, and lying on the ground. Sky rushed to help her.
Morgan started circling Ciaran, taunting him. "Come after me, coward!" she yelled. "Come after me and kill me again! Come on!!"
Ciaran smiled, and sent another ball of cloud at her. Wait.
Morgan dropped to the ground. "Is that magick?"
"What else would it be, flowers?"
Morgan's eyes widened. "But... we stripped you of your powers..."
"The council disbanded, love. They kept our powers. And now that they're gone... we have our powers back! Amyranth is stronger than ever!!"
Morgan flew up again, towards the sun. SUN?!?! Last time, when she was out in the sun... she was evolving into a higher being. Or... perhaps lower. The sun looked bright and beautiful, not daunting at all. She was so busy staring at the sun that she didn't realise Ciaran had sent another purple- black cloud at her. And this time it hit her square in the face.
She breathed in the air, suddenly feeling much better. The black cloud seeped into her skin, and her wings turned black as the veins in her skin stood out again, like dark tattoos. Ciaran stared.
"That's killed everyone I use it on..."
Morgan swooped down on her father and lifted him high into the air, more than a thousand feet.
Then, with a laugh, she let him fall.
Ciaran was too busy screaming to realise that he landed on the ruins of Practical Magick with a sickening crunch. His back was broken, as were the other hundreds of bones in his body. Morgan spiralled towards the ground, and stopped two inches from it. Then she let herself fall on all fours to the earth.
Standing up, she looked at Sky. "Call the authorities. I need to find out where Amyranth is hiding, and I need to find out quickly."
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Morgan sat in the bath (in Hunter and Sky's house) half an hour later, examining the veins that ran up her arm. They were so dark... not like normal veins at all...
There was a knock on the door.
Morgan let her wings cover her bare body. "Come in!" she called.
Hunter came into the room, his eyes on the floor. He kneeled down next to the bathtub and looked up at Morgan. "You know," he started.
"You know that if things were different... if you'd never died... I'd be with you now."
"Why can't you be with me now anyway?" Morgan reached up and examined her fingers.
"Morgan, I'm married. It's not that simple."
"Okay."
He sighed. "Look... I still love you, know that."
She nodded. "I know."
He frowned. "Do you believe me?"
Morgan stopped examining her fingers and looked at Hunter. "Look. I'm glad that you're happy. I really am. But I just don't like her. Okay? And I don't like the fact that you're married. But, whatever makes you happy, I guess I'll live with that."
Hunter rubbed his chin. "You see... I'm not happy. Da got me to marry Saebryn, mainly because he wanted to be part of a coven again. And no coven would let us in without marriage."
Morgan kissed his cheek. "Well, whatever makes you unhappy; I'll help you with it. I won't stand by and watch you suffer, Niall."
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"So, they're in Ireland?"
"Yes. They seem to be in a little town called 'Keegan Falls'."
Morgan stood up. "Wonderful. I'll see you in a few months."
Hunter grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing???"
"I'm going." She wrenched her arm from his grip, and started to stalk off, but Hunter wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I won't let you get yourself killed again!!!"
There was a crash outside, and everybody jumped. Morgan looked out into the night to see a tall man with a red trenchcoat step into the darkness. She frowned. That was a bit strange... no one wore trenchcoats anymore...
Morgan's eyes widened. She knew that hair and the face she saw... he was from Amyranth!
"I've got him."
And this time, Hunter let her go.
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Morgan turned off all the lights in the front room, carefully opening the front door. She slid outside, and then closed the front door carefully behind her.
She squinted through the darkness, looking for the man. After a couple of minutes looking around, she slumped against the wall. He wasn't around anymore. With a sigh, she stood up and headed towards the front door. Of course, as any normal thing, he appeared out of nowhere, shooting at her back with a machine gun. She spun around, and he kept shooting, hundreds of tiny little holes appearing in her shirt. She opened the bottom of her top to find that the bullets were popping out and the holes healing.
The man's eyes widened over his sunglasses. "What are you?" he asked, his scratchy voice quiet.
She watched him, trying to get into his mind. "I'm complicated."
He pulled the trigger again, only to find the gun was empty. He swore and ran into the darkness.
And Morgan didn't chase after him. She had the information she needed. She now knew exactly where in Keegan Falls, exactly where Amyranth was hiding.
She walked inside and sat back down on the couch, stretching her back. There was some uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, and as she yawned, the last bullet popped out, hitting Hunter's shoe. She giggled.
"Oops."
Hunter picked it up, examined it closely, then ran to her, pulling her shirt up (getting a very dirt look from Saebryn, who was sitting across the room) and examining her stomach. Nothing. Just flat, bare (and veiny) skin. Morgan pulled her shirt down, standing up again as the front doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Hunter said, walking to the door and throwing it open to reveal a very annoyed-looking Alisa.
"Where is she??"
"Who?"
"Morgan, you f---uh... fudge-head, you."
Hunter raised his eyebrows at Alisa's comment, and then silently let her in.
Alisa ran into the loungeroom and flung herself on top of Morgan. "Ah! It's so good to see you, alive and well!!"
"I wouldn't call myself alive," Morgan answered, pushing her hair out of her face. "It was great seeing you Alisa, but now I have to go to Ireland. I'll be back in a few months."
Alisa stared as Morgan left the room and opened the front door, walking out into the night.
She ran to the window and watched as Morgan flew at the sky, her black wings propelling her upwards.
Alisa turned to the others, who were all sitting silently in their chairs.
"Get a move on! Morgan needs a hand!!"
They all got up and got their coats from the coat rack in the hall.
Alisa looked outside.
"Don't worry Morgan, we'll be there to give you a hand."
A/N: This is when I'm happy. I'm only halfway through this story and (without Author's Notes added) it equals up to twenty pages! Yes!! Go me!! People should be proud of me (.
A NOTE TO ANYONE WHO HAS PLAYED FINAL FANTASY X OR X-2: Yes, Auron has a cameo appearance in this chapter, but he actually doesn't mention his name. Oh, of smartness!! ANDANDANDANDAND... not just to Final Fantasy players anymore, but I also took a couple of lines from 'The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen.' Good movie, that one. =D.
Thankyou so much, first of all this time to Dreamseeker. I love your e- mail, and expect one back from me soon!!! I'm so happy you m 8want to write a fic with me!!! 44 qa++ rrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrr r6666666 m j444d444 n nh fffttggyguuygyttrgffdrewsaq e d
d5666 65 nj mh iiimm r59p 8 0;
SORRY GUYS!!!! My little ten month-old cousin just got to the computer. I think it's kinda cute though, and I'm not going to erase it.
Look, I started my thankyous and I really don't feel like finishing them, so you'll just have to wait until the next chapter to read them properly. Eesh! I'm so lazy today!
Love ya all!
--Dancing With Lightning
Confrontation
Morgan got out of the car.
Ciaran's smile faded instantly as he saw his daughter standing in front of him, a blue light gathering around her. Then he murmured something, and a ball of black, pulsing energy as big as Morgan's head flew towards her. She dropped to the ground, feeling fear rise up in her chest.
And this time, she wanted it to come.
Her back arched and her clothes melted once again into the black silk that covered her body.
Ciaran watched with horror as Morgan was taken by a purple-black cloud, and then watched it fade. He couldn't see its face: its whole body was covered with a white, feathery substance.
Morgan flicked her wings back, and smiled at Ciaran, looking at the cut on his wrist with hunger.
"Oh... Goddess..."
With a screech, Morgan flew at Ciaran, her wings propelling her forward. She noticed Alyce out of the corner of her eye, and nodded to her. The older woman smiled encouragingly, even though she was bleeding, and lying on the ground. Sky rushed to help her.
Morgan started circling Ciaran, taunting him. "Come after me, coward!" she yelled. "Come after me and kill me again! Come on!!"
Ciaran smiled, and sent another ball of cloud at her. Wait.
Morgan dropped to the ground. "Is that magick?"
"What else would it be, flowers?"
Morgan's eyes widened. "But... we stripped you of your powers..."
"The council disbanded, love. They kept our powers. And now that they're gone... we have our powers back! Amyranth is stronger than ever!!"
Morgan flew up again, towards the sun. SUN?!?! Last time, when she was out in the sun... she was evolving into a higher being. Or... perhaps lower. The sun looked bright and beautiful, not daunting at all. She was so busy staring at the sun that she didn't realise Ciaran had sent another purple- black cloud at her. And this time it hit her square in the face.
She breathed in the air, suddenly feeling much better. The black cloud seeped into her skin, and her wings turned black as the veins in her skin stood out again, like dark tattoos. Ciaran stared.
"That's killed everyone I use it on..."
Morgan swooped down on her father and lifted him high into the air, more than a thousand feet.
Then, with a laugh, she let him fall.
Ciaran was too busy screaming to realise that he landed on the ruins of Practical Magick with a sickening crunch. His back was broken, as were the other hundreds of bones in his body. Morgan spiralled towards the ground, and stopped two inches from it. Then she let herself fall on all fours to the earth.
Standing up, she looked at Sky. "Call the authorities. I need to find out where Amyranth is hiding, and I need to find out quickly."
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Morgan sat in the bath (in Hunter and Sky's house) half an hour later, examining the veins that ran up her arm. They were so dark... not like normal veins at all...
There was a knock on the door.
Morgan let her wings cover her bare body. "Come in!" she called.
Hunter came into the room, his eyes on the floor. He kneeled down next to the bathtub and looked up at Morgan. "You know," he started.
"You know that if things were different... if you'd never died... I'd be with you now."
"Why can't you be with me now anyway?" Morgan reached up and examined her fingers.
"Morgan, I'm married. It's not that simple."
"Okay."
He sighed. "Look... I still love you, know that."
She nodded. "I know."
He frowned. "Do you believe me?"
Morgan stopped examining her fingers and looked at Hunter. "Look. I'm glad that you're happy. I really am. But I just don't like her. Okay? And I don't like the fact that you're married. But, whatever makes you happy, I guess I'll live with that."
Hunter rubbed his chin. "You see... I'm not happy. Da got me to marry Saebryn, mainly because he wanted to be part of a coven again. And no coven would let us in without marriage."
Morgan kissed his cheek. "Well, whatever makes you unhappy; I'll help you with it. I won't stand by and watch you suffer, Niall."
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"So, they're in Ireland?"
"Yes. They seem to be in a little town called 'Keegan Falls'."
Morgan stood up. "Wonderful. I'll see you in a few months."
Hunter grabbed her arm. "What do you think you're doing???"
"I'm going." She wrenched her arm from his grip, and started to stalk off, but Hunter wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I won't let you get yourself killed again!!!"
There was a crash outside, and everybody jumped. Morgan looked out into the night to see a tall man with a red trenchcoat step into the darkness. She frowned. That was a bit strange... no one wore trenchcoats anymore...
Morgan's eyes widened. She knew that hair and the face she saw... he was from Amyranth!
"I've got him."
And this time, Hunter let her go.
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Morgan turned off all the lights in the front room, carefully opening the front door. She slid outside, and then closed the front door carefully behind her.
She squinted through the darkness, looking for the man. After a couple of minutes looking around, she slumped against the wall. He wasn't around anymore. With a sigh, she stood up and headed towards the front door. Of course, as any normal thing, he appeared out of nowhere, shooting at her back with a machine gun. She spun around, and he kept shooting, hundreds of tiny little holes appearing in her shirt. She opened the bottom of her top to find that the bullets were popping out and the holes healing.
The man's eyes widened over his sunglasses. "What are you?" he asked, his scratchy voice quiet.
She watched him, trying to get into his mind. "I'm complicated."
He pulled the trigger again, only to find the gun was empty. He swore and ran into the darkness.
And Morgan didn't chase after him. She had the information she needed. She now knew exactly where in Keegan Falls, exactly where Amyranth was hiding.
She walked inside and sat back down on the couch, stretching her back. There was some uncomfortable feeling in her stomach, and as she yawned, the last bullet popped out, hitting Hunter's shoe. She giggled.
"Oops."
Hunter picked it up, examined it closely, then ran to her, pulling her shirt up (getting a very dirt look from Saebryn, who was sitting across the room) and examining her stomach. Nothing. Just flat, bare (and veiny) skin. Morgan pulled her shirt down, standing up again as the front doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Hunter said, walking to the door and throwing it open to reveal a very annoyed-looking Alisa.
"Where is she??"
"Who?"
"Morgan, you f---uh... fudge-head, you."
Hunter raised his eyebrows at Alisa's comment, and then silently let her in.
Alisa ran into the loungeroom and flung herself on top of Morgan. "Ah! It's so good to see you, alive and well!!"
"I wouldn't call myself alive," Morgan answered, pushing her hair out of her face. "It was great seeing you Alisa, but now I have to go to Ireland. I'll be back in a few months."
Alisa stared as Morgan left the room and opened the front door, walking out into the night.
She ran to the window and watched as Morgan flew at the sky, her black wings propelling her upwards.
Alisa turned to the others, who were all sitting silently in their chairs.
"Get a move on! Morgan needs a hand!!"
They all got up and got their coats from the coat rack in the hall.
Alisa looked outside.
"Don't worry Morgan, we'll be there to give you a hand."