[ Hey Dudes! A better response to the last chapter though I still want MORE reviews. I pretty much most of the story line figured out and am dying to write it, apart from that age old question, who should Morgan end up soul mates with, Cal/Hunter? Decisions, decisions…oh well, enjoy!]
We arrived today. Too bloody early in the bloody morning. From the view I saw when I walked into the B'n'B where Athar and I are staying, Barra head looks small, quaint, very nature based, moors and mountains as far as the eye could see, only one road leading up to and through it. The perfect place for ordinary witch's to make their home. It's almost a shame the witch's I seek are not ordinary.
I'm going to rest now, I'm knackered, and walk up to this mysterious house later, under cover of darkness. I asked the owner in passing about it, he says it's a family that lives up there, Father, Mother and daughter. They apparently keep themselves to themselves, no one can even tell me their last names. Recently though, he told me, they have had many visitors, extended family so he says, visiting. Several are said to be staying in the village, though he couldn't tell me where.
I feel I may have unearthed something big here. I can't help but think I am getting close to…something. I hate to say it, in case I jinx it but, the idea springs to mind of Amyranth, and the predictions and rumours coming from the Council of their mysterious new weapon.
-Giomanach
I had never thought about it before. Those 'three little words' and all that, it always seemed just too corny, too perfect to be real. It's funny really, in Wicca, those 'three little words' are only supposed to be said by your another 'three little words'. But no, I didn't dare let myself think about that.
Mum and Dad say it to each other all the time, whenever Dad's coven aren't sniffing around, sucking up power. It just seems natural that they would. They were meant to be. Even I say it to them.
But now I had heard it for myself, known it for myself…and I didn't have a clue what to do.
"Morgan?"
I jumped up. My Dad was looking at me peculiarly. "Huh?" I said, clueless.
"Nice to know you missed me."
I looked up at him for a second, completely clueless. "Oh right, your back!"
I jumped up from my chair at the breakfast table and hugged him.
"Thank you!" He hugged me back.
I knew better than to ask why exactly he went away. You had to learn to just accept some things when your Fathers a leader of a Wiccan terrorist organisation.
I saw Mum smiling at us from across the table and Killian on her right, wolfing down cereal. Selene and Cal had gone to enjoy the Scottish highlands before I woke up. Just the family. The way I liked it. Less to think about that way.
"Oh you want more cereal, Killian?" Mum asked, seeing he had finished the 10% corn flake, 90% sugar concoction that was my brothers favourite food stuff, apart from anything alcoholic, of course.
"Sure yeah," he replied. My Dad gave him a look. "Please." He added.
*
When breakfast was over and I was faced with a whole Monday without anything to do but sit and think about everything, my depressed confusion settled back onto me.
It wasn't so much that he said it, most of it was whether I felt the same. I mean, I fancied the arse off of him, no question. So my wanting him wasn't any problem, but emotionally…I had hardly thought about him since last time I saw him, Ostara when I was 16, I had hardly thought about him. Well, apart from what he looked like without clothes, but that's just shallow desire, nothing I hadn't ever felt before.
To stop me tearing my hair out, I decided to scry. I can't decide my own future so let my future decide itself.
Still trying to decide if that made any sense, I snatched a little green tea light from my cupboard and sat down, cross-legged on my bedroom's purple carpeted floor. I liked my room. Mum and I had decorated it last year. It had purplish-lilac walls and a mauve carpet. Well, all lilac apart from the wall with the window. That was a dark shade of violet. Mum had said that "it gave the room depth".
I lit the candle with my mind and stared into it's impossibly yellow flame. I always felt it was like my little part of the sun. Tiny but fierce. Like me.
An image began to invade my consciousness and I waited for it to fully form. Come on, I thought, you have no clue how much I need to know this.
I sensed it before I saw it. A braigh. My eyes tingled at the venomous, silver chain as if it was burning me there and then. I had only ever seen one. My Dad kept one, a souvenir of a battle against a particularly tough Seeker that was hard won. I hated it.
I saw a man holding the braigh. Well, less of a man, more of a boy. He was very fair and pale, emeralds where a normal persons eyes should be and cheek bones so strong he could have sharpened them. He could have looked like an angry elf in a fairy tale, if it wasn't for the strength and overwhelming determination I felt from him. He was a man with a mission. Although I despised the disgusting implement I had seen in his hand, I couldn't help but begrudge some respect for his strength.
All of a sudden the image changed. The colours all turned drastic and red. The image was foggy and I knew this could not be good. In fact, all I could see was red. Blood red. But no, some of the red was different, darker, deeper…auburn red over blood red…
The image blinked out so fast I felt disorientated. The candle had burnt out. Well, that helped, I thought bitterly, have to go to plan B.
*
"Killian," I said, half an hour later.
"Yes sis'," he replied, still staring fixated at some cartoon on the TV.
"I wanna go get wasted. Wanna go to the pub?"
That got his attention. "Just let me get my coat," he replied, ginning his cheeky grin. Good old Killian, I smiled, always there when you need him.
[ok so like I said, REVIEW, cause seeing as you've just read it, at least have the courtesy to review it. Thanks Dudes.]
We arrived today. Too bloody early in the bloody morning. From the view I saw when I walked into the B'n'B where Athar and I are staying, Barra head looks small, quaint, very nature based, moors and mountains as far as the eye could see, only one road leading up to and through it. The perfect place for ordinary witch's to make their home. It's almost a shame the witch's I seek are not ordinary.
I'm going to rest now, I'm knackered, and walk up to this mysterious house later, under cover of darkness. I asked the owner in passing about it, he says it's a family that lives up there, Father, Mother and daughter. They apparently keep themselves to themselves, no one can even tell me their last names. Recently though, he told me, they have had many visitors, extended family so he says, visiting. Several are said to be staying in the village, though he couldn't tell me where.
I feel I may have unearthed something big here. I can't help but think I am getting close to…something. I hate to say it, in case I jinx it but, the idea springs to mind of Amyranth, and the predictions and rumours coming from the Council of their mysterious new weapon.
-Giomanach
I had never thought about it before. Those 'three little words' and all that, it always seemed just too corny, too perfect to be real. It's funny really, in Wicca, those 'three little words' are only supposed to be said by your another 'three little words'. But no, I didn't dare let myself think about that.
Mum and Dad say it to each other all the time, whenever Dad's coven aren't sniffing around, sucking up power. It just seems natural that they would. They were meant to be. Even I say it to them.
But now I had heard it for myself, known it for myself…and I didn't have a clue what to do.
"Morgan?"
I jumped up. My Dad was looking at me peculiarly. "Huh?" I said, clueless.
"Nice to know you missed me."
I looked up at him for a second, completely clueless. "Oh right, your back!"
I jumped up from my chair at the breakfast table and hugged him.
"Thank you!" He hugged me back.
I knew better than to ask why exactly he went away. You had to learn to just accept some things when your Fathers a leader of a Wiccan terrorist organisation.
I saw Mum smiling at us from across the table and Killian on her right, wolfing down cereal. Selene and Cal had gone to enjoy the Scottish highlands before I woke up. Just the family. The way I liked it. Less to think about that way.
"Oh you want more cereal, Killian?" Mum asked, seeing he had finished the 10% corn flake, 90% sugar concoction that was my brothers favourite food stuff, apart from anything alcoholic, of course.
"Sure yeah," he replied. My Dad gave him a look. "Please." He added.
*
When breakfast was over and I was faced with a whole Monday without anything to do but sit and think about everything, my depressed confusion settled back onto me.
It wasn't so much that he said it, most of it was whether I felt the same. I mean, I fancied the arse off of him, no question. So my wanting him wasn't any problem, but emotionally…I had hardly thought about him since last time I saw him, Ostara when I was 16, I had hardly thought about him. Well, apart from what he looked like without clothes, but that's just shallow desire, nothing I hadn't ever felt before.
To stop me tearing my hair out, I decided to scry. I can't decide my own future so let my future decide itself.
Still trying to decide if that made any sense, I snatched a little green tea light from my cupboard and sat down, cross-legged on my bedroom's purple carpeted floor. I liked my room. Mum and I had decorated it last year. It had purplish-lilac walls and a mauve carpet. Well, all lilac apart from the wall with the window. That was a dark shade of violet. Mum had said that "it gave the room depth".
I lit the candle with my mind and stared into it's impossibly yellow flame. I always felt it was like my little part of the sun. Tiny but fierce. Like me.
An image began to invade my consciousness and I waited for it to fully form. Come on, I thought, you have no clue how much I need to know this.
I sensed it before I saw it. A braigh. My eyes tingled at the venomous, silver chain as if it was burning me there and then. I had only ever seen one. My Dad kept one, a souvenir of a battle against a particularly tough Seeker that was hard won. I hated it.
I saw a man holding the braigh. Well, less of a man, more of a boy. He was very fair and pale, emeralds where a normal persons eyes should be and cheek bones so strong he could have sharpened them. He could have looked like an angry elf in a fairy tale, if it wasn't for the strength and overwhelming determination I felt from him. He was a man with a mission. Although I despised the disgusting implement I had seen in his hand, I couldn't help but begrudge some respect for his strength.
All of a sudden the image changed. The colours all turned drastic and red. The image was foggy and I knew this could not be good. In fact, all I could see was red. Blood red. But no, some of the red was different, darker, deeper…auburn red over blood red…
The image blinked out so fast I felt disorientated. The candle had burnt out. Well, that helped, I thought bitterly, have to go to plan B.
*
"Killian," I said, half an hour later.
"Yes sis'," he replied, still staring fixated at some cartoon on the TV.
"I wanna go get wasted. Wanna go to the pub?"
That got his attention. "Just let me get my coat," he replied, ginning his cheeky grin. Good old Killian, I smiled, always there when you need him.
[ok so like I said, REVIEW, cause seeing as you've just read it, at least have the courtesy to review it. Thanks Dudes.]