UNDER YOUR SPELL
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: I bet everyone is wondering what the chapter of this title means... wait. Let me re-phrase that: I bet everyone is wondering what the title of this chapter means. Yes, there we are. Well, you're all just going to have to wait, aren't you??! I'll give you one thing: it's Elvish. The next chapter will be too, hehe.
Well, Under Your Spell is drawing to a close. I can't keep this going for much longer, but I'm trying to think up a really good ending. GIVE ME A TIME MACHINE, PEOPLE!! The main reason is: I thought up a wonderful, fantastical ending when I thought of the story, but now I can't think of it anymore. WWAAAAHH! *sniffs*.
I'll stop talking now, and at the end of the story, I'll let all my feelings out then. BTW, please e-mail me (once you've finished reading the story) and tell me whether you want a sequel.
I love you guys!! To all who reviewed: mÄngwaith.
That means: Blessed People. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Tinrauko
Alisa and Hunter watched Morgan leave the room, listening to her screaming outside the door, listening to Saebryn crying, and feeling absolute, utter, raw pain.
"Why didn't you tell her?!?!" Alisa cried.
Saebryn curled up against a chair, crying.
"I thought it would be best if she didn't know," Hunter murmured. "I didn't even think it worked until we came to Widow's Vale, Alisa."
"Then why didn't you tell her??!"
"I told you, I thought it was best."
Alisa stood up. "WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DO WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST!! Maybe you should talk to someone else and see what they think is best!!!"
Hunter looked up at her. "There was no one to talk to!" he cried.
Alisa glowered at him. "You could have called someone. Who helped you, Hunter?!"
"The remaining members of the old Council."
"WHAT?!?!"
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Morgan walked along the streets, trying to get her anger under control. 'If I get any angrier, I'll just turn into even more of a monster than I am,' she thought. 'Just relax, Morgan. Breathe.'
It didn't help any that she spotted Jonathan coming out of a building.
"Not—not—no!!! Not—again!!!"
She doubled over, screaming. This hurt more than anything else she'd encountered so far. Then she realised. She was slowly changing into one of the Dark Waves. Not a cloud of mist, as such, but something that created it.
Her skin turned sapphire blue, and her eyes went black as she screamed in pain, feeling her insides squirm. She was going to be sick.
Diamonds wove their way through her black hair, and a silver crown appeared on her head, an upside-down pentacle in the middle, surrounded by onyx stones.
Black strips of material wove themselves around her body, sticking to her as a part of her skin.
She dropped to all fours (again), feeling her insides squirm even more, trying to get used to this new body. Her head flew up, her gaze resting on Jonathan as he looked over at her, the blue monster with black wings sprouting from her back. With an annoyed sigh, he started over to her, calling,
"You want your ass to be kicked again, Angel Morgan??"
Morgan looked up at him. "Try me, Jonathan."
He threw a white cloud at her.
She stood up as it flew at her, hitting her in the left arm. And this time, it didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt good.
"Not too good, Jonathan!! Try better next time!!"
She laughed and flew at the sky, a single diamond falling in her wake. Jonathan walked over to it and picked it up, rolling it in between his long fingers, his white eyes intent.
"Well, she's more of the devil than I thought she was."
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"Many reports of this flying object have come to this reporter. What it is, no one actually knows. A lot of people say it resembles the form of a human, but a human with wings is preposterous. A man by the name of George Murray works at the local store, and he says that a young girl came I just a few hours ago with wings. Let's hear what he has to say on the subject-"
Click.
Hunter switched off the television with a sigh, hearing Saebryn still crying in the other room. He didn't care abut his distraught wife at the moment, he had bigger problems. When he'd last seen Morgan in her 'form', she'd been normal looking, even though she had wings and black eyes, she still looked like a human. The images they'd shown on the television were of a blue body with sparkling hair and a tiara. It didn't look like Morgan, but somehow he knew it was.
The door opened behind him and he turned around to see Saebryn standing there, her black make-up making little black trails down her cheeks.
"Why didn't you tell me that you weren't happy?"
Hunter sighed and rubbed his chin. "Saebryn, I just can't be happy with someone who isn't my muírn beatha dán. You understand that, don't you?"
"I... I thought we were muírn beatha dáns. Papa told me that you loved me."
"Your father lied, Saebryn. Why can't you see that?!?"
She hung her head, sniffing. "Hunter... I wanted to ask you... why did you get married to me?"
"Because Da wanted me to, and I wanted to move on."
Saebryn collapsed onto the floor.
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Morgan sat on the top of a church, watching the sky. Just suddenly, a shooting star flew across. She smiled.
"Blessed Be," she whispered, watching the star disappear into the eternal abyss of diamond lights.
She didn't know why she felt so happy, but she did. She felt light and free, ready to fly into the universe.
She wasn't going to be happy for much longer, though.
Cars pulled into the church car park and people got out, many with cameras and video cameras. "There it is!!" one yelled.
Morgan watched as torches flicked on and were aimed at her. With an annoyed sigh she realised they were news reporters looking for her.
"Just another story to report on," she muttered.
"It talked!!" Someone yelled. "It said something, but I didn't catch it!!"
"I said, just another story to report on!!" Morgan called, giggling. "What do you people think I am?? Some thing to come and destroy your crops, eat your animals and take your wives!! First thing's first. This is a scientific experiment; it's all about the wings. They're filled with cogs and wheels and electricity and everything you can think of to make them go!! This is a science experiment!!"
"Then what's with the coloured body and outfit?" One reporter asked from below.
Morgan rolled her eyes. "I'm almost eighteen. I felt like it."
The reporters nodded, clearly satisfied.
There was one man in the back, however, that didn't seem entirely happy. He raised a rifle and squeezed the trigger. Morgan dodged it and glared at the man. What was he doing??
"No one could dodge a bullet like that!!" he screeched.
"I can," Morgan answered snidely. "And Jonathan, take off the wig and contacts. You won't catch me."
She stood up and flew away, ignoring the protests of the reporters. They wanted her to talk more on the 'science' experiment, but she wasn't going anywhere near the ground for a long time. She was going to stay up, in the air.
Away from everything that hurt.
A/N: I bet everyone is wondering what the chapter of this title means... wait. Let me re-phrase that: I bet everyone is wondering what the title of this chapter means. Yes, there we are. Well, you're all just going to have to wait, aren't you??! I'll give you one thing: it's Elvish. The next chapter will be too, hehe.
Well, Under Your Spell is drawing to a close. I can't keep this going for much longer, but I'm trying to think up a really good ending. GIVE ME A TIME MACHINE, PEOPLE!! The main reason is: I thought up a wonderful, fantastical ending when I thought of the story, but now I can't think of it anymore. WWAAAAHH! *sniffs*.
I'll stop talking now, and at the end of the story, I'll let all my feelings out then. BTW, please e-mail me (once you've finished reading the story) and tell me whether you want a sequel.
I love you guys!! To all who reviewed: mÄngwaith.
That means: Blessed People. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!
--Dancing With Lightning
Tinrauko
Alisa and Hunter watched Morgan leave the room, listening to her screaming outside the door, listening to Saebryn crying, and feeling absolute, utter, raw pain.
"Why didn't you tell her?!?!" Alisa cried.
Saebryn curled up against a chair, crying.
"I thought it would be best if she didn't know," Hunter murmured. "I didn't even think it worked until we came to Widow's Vale, Alisa."
"Then why didn't you tell her??!"
"I told you, I thought it was best."
Alisa stood up. "WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DO WHAT YOU THINK IS BEST!! Maybe you should talk to someone else and see what they think is best!!!"
Hunter looked up at her. "There was no one to talk to!" he cried.
Alisa glowered at him. "You could have called someone. Who helped you, Hunter?!"
"The remaining members of the old Council."
"WHAT?!?!"
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Morgan walked along the streets, trying to get her anger under control. 'If I get any angrier, I'll just turn into even more of a monster than I am,' she thought. 'Just relax, Morgan. Breathe.'
It didn't help any that she spotted Jonathan coming out of a building.
"Not—not—no!!! Not—again!!!"
She doubled over, screaming. This hurt more than anything else she'd encountered so far. Then she realised. She was slowly changing into one of the Dark Waves. Not a cloud of mist, as such, but something that created it.
Her skin turned sapphire blue, and her eyes went black as she screamed in pain, feeling her insides squirm. She was going to be sick.
Diamonds wove their way through her black hair, and a silver crown appeared on her head, an upside-down pentacle in the middle, surrounded by onyx stones.
Black strips of material wove themselves around her body, sticking to her as a part of her skin.
She dropped to all fours (again), feeling her insides squirm even more, trying to get used to this new body. Her head flew up, her gaze resting on Jonathan as he looked over at her, the blue monster with black wings sprouting from her back. With an annoyed sigh, he started over to her, calling,
"You want your ass to be kicked again, Angel Morgan??"
Morgan looked up at him. "Try me, Jonathan."
He threw a white cloud at her.
She stood up as it flew at her, hitting her in the left arm. And this time, it didn't feel bad. In fact, it felt good.
"Not too good, Jonathan!! Try better next time!!"
She laughed and flew at the sky, a single diamond falling in her wake. Jonathan walked over to it and picked it up, rolling it in between his long fingers, his white eyes intent.
"Well, she's more of the devil than I thought she was."
ï¾
"Many reports of this flying object have come to this reporter. What it is, no one actually knows. A lot of people say it resembles the form of a human, but a human with wings is preposterous. A man by the name of George Murray works at the local store, and he says that a young girl came I just a few hours ago with wings. Let's hear what he has to say on the subject-"
Click.
Hunter switched off the television with a sigh, hearing Saebryn still crying in the other room. He didn't care abut his distraught wife at the moment, he had bigger problems. When he'd last seen Morgan in her 'form', she'd been normal looking, even though she had wings and black eyes, she still looked like a human. The images they'd shown on the television were of a blue body with sparkling hair and a tiara. It didn't look like Morgan, but somehow he knew it was.
The door opened behind him and he turned around to see Saebryn standing there, her black make-up making little black trails down her cheeks.
"Why didn't you tell me that you weren't happy?"
Hunter sighed and rubbed his chin. "Saebryn, I just can't be happy with someone who isn't my muírn beatha dán. You understand that, don't you?"
"I... I thought we were muírn beatha dáns. Papa told me that you loved me."
"Your father lied, Saebryn. Why can't you see that?!?"
She hung her head, sniffing. "Hunter... I wanted to ask you... why did you get married to me?"
"Because Da wanted me to, and I wanted to move on."
Saebryn collapsed onto the floor.
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Morgan sat on the top of a church, watching the sky. Just suddenly, a shooting star flew across. She smiled.
"Blessed Be," she whispered, watching the star disappear into the eternal abyss of diamond lights.
She didn't know why she felt so happy, but she did. She felt light and free, ready to fly into the universe.
She wasn't going to be happy for much longer, though.
Cars pulled into the church car park and people got out, many with cameras and video cameras. "There it is!!" one yelled.
Morgan watched as torches flicked on and were aimed at her. With an annoyed sigh she realised they were news reporters looking for her.
"Just another story to report on," she muttered.
"It talked!!" Someone yelled. "It said something, but I didn't catch it!!"
"I said, just another story to report on!!" Morgan called, giggling. "What do you people think I am?? Some thing to come and destroy your crops, eat your animals and take your wives!! First thing's first. This is a scientific experiment; it's all about the wings. They're filled with cogs and wheels and electricity and everything you can think of to make them go!! This is a science experiment!!"
"Then what's with the coloured body and outfit?" One reporter asked from below.
Morgan rolled her eyes. "I'm almost eighteen. I felt like it."
The reporters nodded, clearly satisfied.
There was one man in the back, however, that didn't seem entirely happy. He raised a rifle and squeezed the trigger. Morgan dodged it and glared at the man. What was he doing??
"No one could dodge a bullet like that!!" he screeched.
"I can," Morgan answered snidely. "And Jonathan, take off the wig and contacts. You won't catch me."
She stood up and flew away, ignoring the protests of the reporters. They wanted her to talk more on the 'science' experiment, but she wasn't going anywhere near the ground for a long time. She was going to stay up, in the air.
Away from everything that hurt.