[Hey Dudes. Sorta unsure what to do for the next few chapters as there's a certain time and place
where I want some big shit to go down, if you'll pardon my French. But hell, theres always confused,
hormonal teenage mush to help fill up a few uploads so...enjoy!]
A peculiar thing happened last night. Or maybe rather a peculiar someone. I met a girl, while I was
looking around the outside of the house. By the way, all I found there was a few runes of protection.
As I got closer to the house they seemed to get stronger, more sinister but I was interupted before
I found anything remotely incriminating. Usually that would seriously frustrate me, but this girl has
got my attention right now.
I first saw her around half past 11, she disturbed me while I was spelling the runes to reveal
themselves. Major peorth-athon. She was young, old enough to be initiated but probably not old enough
to be as drunk as I could tell she was, however well she hid it. And yes, she was a witch,and a
powerful one. Slim, brunette, pretty looking. She was quite prickly and reserved, nothing I'm not used
to dealing with. But all I could get out of her was that her name is Sian, she supposedly lives in the
village and that the reason she was out at near midnight was that she was collecting heather for her
covens celebrations, not that she was wasted and had staggered out into the moors and possibly gone to
the house to puke up.
I went along with her pithy excuse, hoping to get information off her, when an odd thing happened.
I just shot a casual look at her, when I just couldn't look away. I looked into her hazel eyes and, it
was like the world fell away and we were just suspended. She was like an angel that I just couldn't stop
take my eyes away from.
She looked away first which made me feel like a right tosser. We didn't talk much again and avoid-
ed her eyes until I could get back to the village. When I ran like a scared rabbit from a wolf.
-Giomanach
I stood on top of a green cliff, so green it hurt my eyes to stare at it. The wind was strong, blowing
around my bare legs and night gown and streaking my hair across the morning sky, only I wasn't cold, I
felt warm and comfortable. I smiled as I stared over into wild sea. Only it wasn't the sea I was smiling
at. It was the clouds I could see blowing in over the horizon. Their colours were beautiful and mysterious.
The same vivid veils as aurors in a circle. They were close now, swirling and spiralling towards me,
against the wind. I felt panic ignite in my stomach like a candle flame. What were these clouds? Which of
them would reach me first? What would happen once they did?
But all of a sudden it was too late. The wave of colours hit me. I choked and stumbled back, through
a millions of emotions. Rage, frustration, confusion, unbearable sadness, lust and...
My foot slipped back. Pebbles sliding down the cliff. I felt my weight shift of the solid rock. The
feelings left me and my heart lept into my throat. The only thing I could see was the freezing, spraying
sea and ragged rocks rushing up to meet my falling body.
I hit my pillow. My cool white pillow. I stared at it, breathing shallowly and quickly, confused. The
colours? The cliff? The fall...
Suddenly, nausea and sickness hit me. Urggghhhhhh, I almost screamed, before I comprehended why I felt
like shit. Oh yeah, this is what the morning after a night out with my brother feels like.
Well, I hadn't woken up with any strange, middle-aged men, nor with any facial tattoos nor any visible
animal corpses, so it must have been a pretty tame night for us two, I smiled to myself. This caused my head
to lump a painful warning. I swung my legs out of bed, only just realising I was still in the same trousers
and even boots that I had been wearing yesterday. I showered, brushed my positively moulded teeth and hair
and stomped downstairs.
*
"Whoa, what happened to you last night?" Said Cal, cornering me after a breakfast of watching Mum and
Selene both fighting for Dad's attention.
"Huh?" I asked, irratibly. I had been planning to sneek out to try and find Killian, not just so we
could cure eachothers terrible hang overs, but also to see how his night had gone. He hadn't been at break-
fast.
"Me and Mum got in," He said, not noticing my mood, and slowly coiling his arms around me, "and you
weren't here. Your Mom said your that brother of yours had taken you out, to the 'pub'." The way he spoke
about Killian and the 'pub' worsened my ill-temper (no pun intended). I know pretty much anyone, involved
with Amyranth thought of my brother as a no-good waster, splurging his power on flashy party tricks but he
was my brother and I cared about him, but dissing the pub! That just wasn't funny!
"I missed you," he finished, pushing my chin up to his face. He had told me he loved me only a day ago,
I thought, the memory only just re-emerging from my woozy brain. And I hadn't told him it back. Maybe he'd
lied. I could usually tell when people were lying. A trait I got from my Father. Maybe I had been too caught
up in him, too emotional to recognise it. Dad would be ashamed of you, I told myself. Well, only one way to
find out.
I looked into his eyes suspiciously. There had to be something there that would tell me the truth. They
really were golden. Caramel kind of. Not green. Huh, green? Where had I seen green eyes before? As soon as I
had that thought, the image of the guy I had met last night developed into my head. I saw again his cockiness,
his superiority, and, though I wished I hadn't, I remebered what I had seen when I had last seen those green
eyes.
"Err, Morgan?" Cal interrupted my thoughts.
"What?"
"You sorta, spaced. You think alcohol might not be too good for you?" He replied, trying to be funny.
"Err, yeah, whatever," I said distantly. Someone, anyone please come along to get me out of this
conversation.
Dad walked up to us. I broke away from Cal. "Morgan," he started, being careful to emphasise me and only
me, "could you go down Blue's, we're in desperate need of black candles. Pillars remember, I hate those taper
things." 'Blue's', or rather 'Blue Moons' is the only Occult-type shop for miles around, down in the village.
"Yes Dad," I replied obediently, but I was secretly sending the biggest "Thank you" vibes I could muster
without Cal picking up on them.
"Calhoun" Dad gave Cal a curt, stiff nod, Ciaran wasn't too keen on anyone who's tounge had been down my
throat. Cal returned this, though his was more of a bow and Dad moved back into the breakfast room. I as good
as ran out of the house.
I heard Cal yell, "See you later!" As I slammed the door.
*
I began walking briskly up the road leading to the village, the same one I had walked so many times
before. The fresh air seemed to give me a new lease of life. Sure, my head still pounded and my stomach was
still, to put it politely, 'delicate', but still, everything seemed suddenly clearer when your surrounded by
the Goddess's creation.
"Hellllooooo?" I jumped. What the hell?! I spun round, trying to locate the groaning. Then, I saw a foot
pertruding from one of the ditches I had fell into last night. Oh Goddess.
"Killian?" I bent down over the ditch to see Killian, looking as wasted as I felt.
"Hey sis'!" He laughed, "ughh," he clutched his head.
"Here." I extended my gloved hand. He took it and with much effort, I heaved him out. I couldn't help but
smile at him.
"Oh Kill', how you didn't die from hyperthermia I'll never know," I said, putting my hand to his forehead.
My brother, sensing relief from his state, put his hand to mine too.
We both sank into shallow meditation, sending every pure ounce of energy we had to help mend each others
states, to separate what the gross feelings of the hang over from what our consciousness could feel. It wasn't
permanent, but it usually lasted for the most part of a morning-after. I took away my hand, feeling far better
and more cheerful. "Killian, how'd you fancy a shopping trip over to Blue's?"
*
A few minutes later I pushed open the heavy door into 'Blue Moons, Discover the Occult and New Age Today!',
Killian behind me. The shop was tiny, just a little hole-in-the-wall, which only ever added to the mysterious
atmosphere of the place. Great for anywhere occult.
I drifted over to the candles. I heard Killian say something about how this place gets smaller everytime he
comes in here and I was about to reply when I heard someone walk down the stairs from the upstairs of the shop.
Probably the owner, I thought, meaning to ask him about those black candles.
"Thank you, for your time."
Hang on, that wasn't the Scottish owners voice. I whirled round. I saw the same blonde boy I had seen last
night coming down the narrow staircase into the shop. I was dumbstruck.
Sensing my gaze, he looked up to my eyes. In that split second, I felt a spark ripple down my spine. "Sian,
nice to see you again."
Before I could think of a reply, I heard a "Sian?" Oh crap, Killian, I'd forgotten.
"Who's Sian?" He came up behind me, "Mate, the girl your talking to is called Morgan."
Thank you, so damn much Killian, I sent to him, trying to sound as spiteful as possible. Two pairs of eyes
looked at me, both equally confused.
"look, yes, my names Morgan," I said, wanting to straighten everything out, "not Sian, and excuse me for
lying but I figured that it was the smartest thing to do when you see some strange bloke hanging around suspicious-
ly at near midnight, without so much as a name!" I breathed.
The stranger looked at me for a second, a mix of emotions in his eyes, disapointment maybe. I looked away.
"Hunter, my name's Hunter Niall." He replied seeming tired and sad. I felt sympathetic.
Killian was the first one to say something, "Hang on, Niall? Hunter Niall?"
"Yes?" Hunter replied halfheartedly.
"The Seeker, Hunter Niall?" Killian said. I suddenly became alert. A seeker?!
"What? Why...is that true?!" I exclaimed, fearful, angry, and actually hurt. I had thought a lot of angry
stuff about him, mostly that he was cold and unfeeling and irratated me, but, surely the pure soul that I had seen
in him, couldn't belong to a council agent?
"Yes, I'm a seeker," He said, without an ounce of pride, but still daring to look up at me as he said it. I
looked back at him with more rage and hatred than I had ever let myself feel.
Still he didn't look away. He seemed resilient. In a way that a frozen rabbit is resilient against a rapidly
advancing truck. Resilient that his way was right. How niave, how pathetic. The energy between us crackled. Our
conflicting emotions seemed to cut deeper than before. I was too ruthless to look away from his eyes. The green of
them seemed right for my rage somehow. I knew I shouldn't let myself in as deep as I felt myself going nor let him
in but I was too damn determined not too. I noticed his mouth, just below my glare. I hadn't noticed it before. I
felt a twinge in my heart, I wanted to kiss him, taste him and he wanted it too, I saw it in his eyes. And it scared
me just as much as him.
[Soooooo, cliff hanger! REVIEW DUDES!!!!]
where I want some big shit to go down, if you'll pardon my French. But hell, theres always confused,
hormonal teenage mush to help fill up a few uploads so...enjoy!]
A peculiar thing happened last night. Or maybe rather a peculiar someone. I met a girl, while I was
looking around the outside of the house. By the way, all I found there was a few runes of protection.
As I got closer to the house they seemed to get stronger, more sinister but I was interupted before
I found anything remotely incriminating. Usually that would seriously frustrate me, but this girl has
got my attention right now.
I first saw her around half past 11, she disturbed me while I was spelling the runes to reveal
themselves. Major peorth-athon. She was young, old enough to be initiated but probably not old enough
to be as drunk as I could tell she was, however well she hid it. And yes, she was a witch,and a
powerful one. Slim, brunette, pretty looking. She was quite prickly and reserved, nothing I'm not used
to dealing with. But all I could get out of her was that her name is Sian, she supposedly lives in the
village and that the reason she was out at near midnight was that she was collecting heather for her
covens celebrations, not that she was wasted and had staggered out into the moors and possibly gone to
the house to puke up.
I went along with her pithy excuse, hoping to get information off her, when an odd thing happened.
I just shot a casual look at her, when I just couldn't look away. I looked into her hazel eyes and, it
was like the world fell away and we were just suspended. She was like an angel that I just couldn't stop
take my eyes away from.
She looked away first which made me feel like a right tosser. We didn't talk much again and avoid-
ed her eyes until I could get back to the village. When I ran like a scared rabbit from a wolf.
-Giomanach
I stood on top of a green cliff, so green it hurt my eyes to stare at it. The wind was strong, blowing
around my bare legs and night gown and streaking my hair across the morning sky, only I wasn't cold, I
felt warm and comfortable. I smiled as I stared over into wild sea. Only it wasn't the sea I was smiling
at. It was the clouds I could see blowing in over the horizon. Their colours were beautiful and mysterious.
The same vivid veils as aurors in a circle. They were close now, swirling and spiralling towards me,
against the wind. I felt panic ignite in my stomach like a candle flame. What were these clouds? Which of
them would reach me first? What would happen once they did?
But all of a sudden it was too late. The wave of colours hit me. I choked and stumbled back, through
a millions of emotions. Rage, frustration, confusion, unbearable sadness, lust and...
My foot slipped back. Pebbles sliding down the cliff. I felt my weight shift of the solid rock. The
feelings left me and my heart lept into my throat. The only thing I could see was the freezing, spraying
sea and ragged rocks rushing up to meet my falling body.
I hit my pillow. My cool white pillow. I stared at it, breathing shallowly and quickly, confused. The
colours? The cliff? The fall...
Suddenly, nausea and sickness hit me. Urggghhhhhh, I almost screamed, before I comprehended why I felt
like shit. Oh yeah, this is what the morning after a night out with my brother feels like.
Well, I hadn't woken up with any strange, middle-aged men, nor with any facial tattoos nor any visible
animal corpses, so it must have been a pretty tame night for us two, I smiled to myself. This caused my head
to lump a painful warning. I swung my legs out of bed, only just realising I was still in the same trousers
and even boots that I had been wearing yesterday. I showered, brushed my positively moulded teeth and hair
and stomped downstairs.
*
"Whoa, what happened to you last night?" Said Cal, cornering me after a breakfast of watching Mum and
Selene both fighting for Dad's attention.
"Huh?" I asked, irratibly. I had been planning to sneek out to try and find Killian, not just so we
could cure eachothers terrible hang overs, but also to see how his night had gone. He hadn't been at break-
fast.
"Me and Mum got in," He said, not noticing my mood, and slowly coiling his arms around me, "and you
weren't here. Your Mom said your that brother of yours had taken you out, to the 'pub'." The way he spoke
about Killian and the 'pub' worsened my ill-temper (no pun intended). I know pretty much anyone, involved
with Amyranth thought of my brother as a no-good waster, splurging his power on flashy party tricks but he
was my brother and I cared about him, but dissing the pub! That just wasn't funny!
"I missed you," he finished, pushing my chin up to his face. He had told me he loved me only a day ago,
I thought, the memory only just re-emerging from my woozy brain. And I hadn't told him it back. Maybe he'd
lied. I could usually tell when people were lying. A trait I got from my Father. Maybe I had been too caught
up in him, too emotional to recognise it. Dad would be ashamed of you, I told myself. Well, only one way to
find out.
I looked into his eyes suspiciously. There had to be something there that would tell me the truth. They
really were golden. Caramel kind of. Not green. Huh, green? Where had I seen green eyes before? As soon as I
had that thought, the image of the guy I had met last night developed into my head. I saw again his cockiness,
his superiority, and, though I wished I hadn't, I remebered what I had seen when I had last seen those green
eyes.
"Err, Morgan?" Cal interrupted my thoughts.
"What?"
"You sorta, spaced. You think alcohol might not be too good for you?" He replied, trying to be funny.
"Err, yeah, whatever," I said distantly. Someone, anyone please come along to get me out of this
conversation.
Dad walked up to us. I broke away from Cal. "Morgan," he started, being careful to emphasise me and only
me, "could you go down Blue's, we're in desperate need of black candles. Pillars remember, I hate those taper
things." 'Blue's', or rather 'Blue Moons' is the only Occult-type shop for miles around, down in the village.
"Yes Dad," I replied obediently, but I was secretly sending the biggest "Thank you" vibes I could muster
without Cal picking up on them.
"Calhoun" Dad gave Cal a curt, stiff nod, Ciaran wasn't too keen on anyone who's tounge had been down my
throat. Cal returned this, though his was more of a bow and Dad moved back into the breakfast room. I as good
as ran out of the house.
I heard Cal yell, "See you later!" As I slammed the door.
*
I began walking briskly up the road leading to the village, the same one I had walked so many times
before. The fresh air seemed to give me a new lease of life. Sure, my head still pounded and my stomach was
still, to put it politely, 'delicate', but still, everything seemed suddenly clearer when your surrounded by
the Goddess's creation.
"Hellllooooo?" I jumped. What the hell?! I spun round, trying to locate the groaning. Then, I saw a foot
pertruding from one of the ditches I had fell into last night. Oh Goddess.
"Killian?" I bent down over the ditch to see Killian, looking as wasted as I felt.
"Hey sis'!" He laughed, "ughh," he clutched his head.
"Here." I extended my gloved hand. He took it and with much effort, I heaved him out. I couldn't help but
smile at him.
"Oh Kill', how you didn't die from hyperthermia I'll never know," I said, putting my hand to his forehead.
My brother, sensing relief from his state, put his hand to mine too.
We both sank into shallow meditation, sending every pure ounce of energy we had to help mend each others
states, to separate what the gross feelings of the hang over from what our consciousness could feel. It wasn't
permanent, but it usually lasted for the most part of a morning-after. I took away my hand, feeling far better
and more cheerful. "Killian, how'd you fancy a shopping trip over to Blue's?"
*
A few minutes later I pushed open the heavy door into 'Blue Moons, Discover the Occult and New Age Today!',
Killian behind me. The shop was tiny, just a little hole-in-the-wall, which only ever added to the mysterious
atmosphere of the place. Great for anywhere occult.
I drifted over to the candles. I heard Killian say something about how this place gets smaller everytime he
comes in here and I was about to reply when I heard someone walk down the stairs from the upstairs of the shop.
Probably the owner, I thought, meaning to ask him about those black candles.
"Thank you, for your time."
Hang on, that wasn't the Scottish owners voice. I whirled round. I saw the same blonde boy I had seen last
night coming down the narrow staircase into the shop. I was dumbstruck.
Sensing my gaze, he looked up to my eyes. In that split second, I felt a spark ripple down my spine. "Sian,
nice to see you again."
Before I could think of a reply, I heard a "Sian?" Oh crap, Killian, I'd forgotten.
"Who's Sian?" He came up behind me, "Mate, the girl your talking to is called Morgan."
Thank you, so damn much Killian, I sent to him, trying to sound as spiteful as possible. Two pairs of eyes
looked at me, both equally confused.
"look, yes, my names Morgan," I said, wanting to straighten everything out, "not Sian, and excuse me for
lying but I figured that it was the smartest thing to do when you see some strange bloke hanging around suspicious-
ly at near midnight, without so much as a name!" I breathed.
The stranger looked at me for a second, a mix of emotions in his eyes, disapointment maybe. I looked away.
"Hunter, my name's Hunter Niall." He replied seeming tired and sad. I felt sympathetic.
Killian was the first one to say something, "Hang on, Niall? Hunter Niall?"
"Yes?" Hunter replied halfheartedly.
"The Seeker, Hunter Niall?" Killian said. I suddenly became alert. A seeker?!
"What? Why...is that true?!" I exclaimed, fearful, angry, and actually hurt. I had thought a lot of angry
stuff about him, mostly that he was cold and unfeeling and irratated me, but, surely the pure soul that I had seen
in him, couldn't belong to a council agent?
"Yes, I'm a seeker," He said, without an ounce of pride, but still daring to look up at me as he said it. I
looked back at him with more rage and hatred than I had ever let myself feel.
Still he didn't look away. He seemed resilient. In a way that a frozen rabbit is resilient against a rapidly
advancing truck. Resilient that his way was right. How niave, how pathetic. The energy between us crackled. Our
conflicting emotions seemed to cut deeper than before. I was too ruthless to look away from his eyes. The green of
them seemed right for my rage somehow. I knew I shouldn't let myself in as deep as I felt myself going nor let him
in but I was too damn determined not too. I noticed his mouth, just below my glare. I hadn't noticed it before. I
felt a twinge in my heart, I wanted to kiss him, taste him and he wanted it too, I saw it in his eyes. And it scared
me just as much as him.
[Soooooo, cliff hanger! REVIEW DUDES!!!!]