[Well...so much for not taking long. But anyway I'm here now, and complete with a new chapter! And thanks to all the people who gave me such lovely reviews, it's well appreciated dudes (and all those that were frustrated bout my gorgeous cliffhangers :P, hee hee). Anyway, on with the story...]
I finally found out her name. Her full name. Her heritage. I knew I had to, when I saw her today. She was quite beautiful, as ever, and it felt amazing to be able to each out and hold her, and link hands with her walking through the village. Everything seemed so tranquil, I almost forgot myself. Until she drained the colour out of a leaf off of the ground. No regular witch would waste so much energy hastening the demise of something as insignificant as a leaf, not just 'cause the council dislikes it but it's frankly just a flashy waste. But it didn't seem to effect her at all. She was as bright as ever before.
I almost asked her who she was out-right, but she took off just then, after seeing the place where we dumped Cal last night. Goddess, I should have spelled him or something. Another thing for me to kick myself over, but, well, last night I was quite preoccupied.
Anyway, back to the point. As soon as she ran, I went back to the B'n'B and called Kennet. I described to him everything about her (well, not 'everything' exactly, ahem), and he told me he'd get back to me as soon as he knew anything. And he just has.
The only record they had of her at all was her birth certificate and a decree for a change of surname certificate from a year later. She is the daughter of Maeve Roirdan, the last witch of Belwicket who has been missing for the last 18 years. And of Ciaran MacEwan. Of Liathach, and Amyranth. Goddess save me, I am in love with Morgan MacEwan. Of Amyranth.
-Giomanach
'I didn't want you to find out like this,' I spluttered uselessly to the five hard faces in front of me. You didn't want them to find out at all, I heard in my head.
'Would you prefer we read it in the obituaries?' My Father came forward now. And, to my surprise, his stony face broke into a smile. It was samll and restricted but a smile none-the-less. I stood, mystified.
'A seeker, found dead on a moor. Or might it have been you?' He said, smiling down at me, 'Morgan darling, I know your ambitious, and you want to be able to sort these, problems, out yourself, but you have no idea the consequences of ridding us of a Seeker. We'd have the council on our back in days, we'd have to move; layer the place with consealment spells; and we wouldn't be able to have a circle for months until the heat died down. It might not seem so, but amyranth have these plans for a reason. We have to be discrete in our eliminations, which is why you should have told us about this as soon as you knew their was an agent sneaking around the village.'
I was dumbstruck for most of this speech, but towards the end I began to understand. And I played along. 'I just feel I need to prove myself, Dad. I mean, for the sgiurs dan, I don't ever really have much to do. And I never feel included in Amyranth. I just need to feel like I have some sort of role.'
Da seemed convinced. He came forward and took my hands in his, 'I'm sorry my dear, I know it's tiring for you to be cooped up in this big house with nothing to keep you occupied. I am ignorant, but you need to learn slowly. I promise to include you more from now on,' At this point he kissed me lightly on the forehead. I still had my head bowed, playing the apologetic, meek little girl, 'Just don't go pulling any stunts like wasting a Seeker or knocking Sgath unconscious again, alright?' He whispered to me finally. I nodded.
We both looked up to see Mum staring at us both intensly. Her gaze reaked of fear and rage. She raised her eyebrows, making her look hard and cold. 'And so it begins,' she said quietly, and with that, she swept out of the hall. A cold breeze seemed to follow her.
I could almost sense Da's eye rolling in his head. 'I'd best go after her. Then, I'm going to talk to Alicia, talk to her about this Seeker problem. With any luck, he'll be out of our hair before Samhain.' And he turned ot walk out. Shit, that wasn't meant to happen. I ran after him.
'Erm Da, don't speak to Alicia. I really want to finish this seeker business myself. I mean, you want a job doing, do it yourself, right?' I spat nervously. He eyed me suspiciously.
'I'm sorry, Morgan, you heard what I said. We can't risk having the council-'
'But, what is I made it so that he has nothing to do with the council?' I interupted. Ha, that got his attention, 'Da, I could make it happen. I could wrap him around my little finger. Please, I really want to see if I can do this.'
'Well, from what I've heard it doesn't seem that this seeker is easily manipulated...' He started, but stopped when I started fluttering my eye lashes and doing my best innocent impression, and it worked like a charm. he smiled, 'alright then, he's all yours.' And he walked off, after Mum.
Through this little interlude, I had hardly noticed Selene, Cal and Killian viewing the scene with some interest. Selene walked up to me and gave me a light hug. O..k, I thought.
'Well Morgan,' She exclaimed, holding me at arms length, 'Welcome to the fold!' She kissed me on the cheek. She turned around and, either messaged Cal or had an invisible leash around his neck because after smiling almost sadistically towards me (god, he really must hate his half-brother), he lurked after her like a sick puppy. But I didn't have time to worry about that. Oh Goddess, I thought, holding my hand up to my forehead, what have I gone and done?! Now Da's going to expect a head on a plate, and I've gone and practically thrown my decision in Mum's face.
I almost started pacing up and down, but Killian was still there, looking after the doorway to our study that Selene and Cal had disappeared through (Selene had wasted no time in worming her way into our bookcases). I turned and began to walk up to my room. I was sick of having to explain myself today, and Killian would need a lot of convincing. Just as I started wearily up the stairs, he spoke: 'Well, gone and signed your soul to the devil there, love,' I looked back at him, he looked back at me evenly, but disappointedly 'in more ways than one.' And he turned into the living room, swung himself onto the sofa and I heard the blear of a television from inside. I walked back down and sat next to him. I needed to saviour what time I had left of my life as I knew it, before I became an Amyranth intern. And that time was not best spent sulking in my room.
*
A few hours later, I lay sprawled with my legs over my brother and my head lolling over the side of our couch. My eyes were on the telly but had been glazed over and unseeing for the past hour, and the only communication Killian and I had had was the occasional moan to show we wanted the channel changing. Goddess, I would miss being a couch potato.
I hadn't seen Cal or Selene for since I got back and Da had grumbled something about taking Mum out...hang on. Suddenly my senses prickled, disturbing my trance. I had felt a flash of a witch outside, striding up the moor. Only a glimpse of it, until they shielded themselves from view. It must have been deliberate, I calculated quickly, as I sprung up from the sofa and began to the front door, because Hunter wasn't the sort to forget something like that.
I swung open the front door and ignored it as it slammed behind me. I ran down our drive, thanking the Goddess that Dad was not home. He appeared at the foot of the cobbles suddenly, and thankfully this time, I managed to stop myself before I slammed into his chest. Before I looked at him, I pushed his chest back behind the hedges and garage, 'What the hell are you doing-' I started irratably. But I stopped as I looked up. I felt the anger coming off him like heat and in his gaze that was boring into me like a laser. I felt something resembling a tonne weight land in my stomach.
'Is it true?' He demanded, barely consealing his rage, 'are you...' But he didn't finish, he didn't really need to.
All of a sudden, I was a child again. I hadn't set fire to the rug again, or used my first four letter word infront of my play school teacher, I had done something much, much worse. I stared at my feet, directing any challenge at my leather ankle boots instead of at the challenger infront of me. Some MacEwan you are, started than scorning voice again. 'What do you mean?' I asked meekly.
'Morgan MacEwan,' He finally said, 'are you her?'
I felt like I was signing my own death sentence. I looked up at him: 'Yes.'
He looked at me like I had looked at him that time at blue's (Goddess, how could that have only been two days ago?) and I looked back at him with the same sickly resilience. Inside my stomach was squirming and my heart was lumping in my ears but outside, I was as tough as stone. He turned and began striding back down the path to the moor, so forcefully I would believe he could have parted waves. I stood there, dumbstruck. The deadening thud of my heart seemed the only thing I could sense as I watched his form stride away with the force of a hurricane.
[There we are! Finally got it done. I'm not sure if this can be classified as a cliff hanger or not but if so, I'm sorry but Tough Shit! :)]
I finally found out her name. Her full name. Her heritage. I knew I had to, when I saw her today. She was quite beautiful, as ever, and it felt amazing to be able to each out and hold her, and link hands with her walking through the village. Everything seemed so tranquil, I almost forgot myself. Until she drained the colour out of a leaf off of the ground. No regular witch would waste so much energy hastening the demise of something as insignificant as a leaf, not just 'cause the council dislikes it but it's frankly just a flashy waste. But it didn't seem to effect her at all. She was as bright as ever before.
I almost asked her who she was out-right, but she took off just then, after seeing the place where we dumped Cal last night. Goddess, I should have spelled him or something. Another thing for me to kick myself over, but, well, last night I was quite preoccupied.
Anyway, back to the point. As soon as she ran, I went back to the B'n'B and called Kennet. I described to him everything about her (well, not 'everything' exactly, ahem), and he told me he'd get back to me as soon as he knew anything. And he just has.
The only record they had of her at all was her birth certificate and a decree for a change of surname certificate from a year later. She is the daughter of Maeve Roirdan, the last witch of Belwicket who has been missing for the last 18 years. And of Ciaran MacEwan. Of Liathach, and Amyranth. Goddess save me, I am in love with Morgan MacEwan. Of Amyranth.
-Giomanach
'I didn't want you to find out like this,' I spluttered uselessly to the five hard faces in front of me. You didn't want them to find out at all, I heard in my head.
'Would you prefer we read it in the obituaries?' My Father came forward now. And, to my surprise, his stony face broke into a smile. It was samll and restricted but a smile none-the-less. I stood, mystified.
'A seeker, found dead on a moor. Or might it have been you?' He said, smiling down at me, 'Morgan darling, I know your ambitious, and you want to be able to sort these, problems, out yourself, but you have no idea the consequences of ridding us of a Seeker. We'd have the council on our back in days, we'd have to move; layer the place with consealment spells; and we wouldn't be able to have a circle for months until the heat died down. It might not seem so, but amyranth have these plans for a reason. We have to be discrete in our eliminations, which is why you should have told us about this as soon as you knew their was an agent sneaking around the village.'
I was dumbstruck for most of this speech, but towards the end I began to understand. And I played along. 'I just feel I need to prove myself, Dad. I mean, for the sgiurs dan, I don't ever really have much to do. And I never feel included in Amyranth. I just need to feel like I have some sort of role.'
Da seemed convinced. He came forward and took my hands in his, 'I'm sorry my dear, I know it's tiring for you to be cooped up in this big house with nothing to keep you occupied. I am ignorant, but you need to learn slowly. I promise to include you more from now on,' At this point he kissed me lightly on the forehead. I still had my head bowed, playing the apologetic, meek little girl, 'Just don't go pulling any stunts like wasting a Seeker or knocking Sgath unconscious again, alright?' He whispered to me finally. I nodded.
We both looked up to see Mum staring at us both intensly. Her gaze reaked of fear and rage. She raised her eyebrows, making her look hard and cold. 'And so it begins,' she said quietly, and with that, she swept out of the hall. A cold breeze seemed to follow her.
I could almost sense Da's eye rolling in his head. 'I'd best go after her. Then, I'm going to talk to Alicia, talk to her about this Seeker problem. With any luck, he'll be out of our hair before Samhain.' And he turned ot walk out. Shit, that wasn't meant to happen. I ran after him.
'Erm Da, don't speak to Alicia. I really want to finish this seeker business myself. I mean, you want a job doing, do it yourself, right?' I spat nervously. He eyed me suspiciously.
'I'm sorry, Morgan, you heard what I said. We can't risk having the council-'
'But, what is I made it so that he has nothing to do with the council?' I interupted. Ha, that got his attention, 'Da, I could make it happen. I could wrap him around my little finger. Please, I really want to see if I can do this.'
'Well, from what I've heard it doesn't seem that this seeker is easily manipulated...' He started, but stopped when I started fluttering my eye lashes and doing my best innocent impression, and it worked like a charm. he smiled, 'alright then, he's all yours.' And he walked off, after Mum.
Through this little interlude, I had hardly noticed Selene, Cal and Killian viewing the scene with some interest. Selene walked up to me and gave me a light hug. O..k, I thought.
'Well Morgan,' She exclaimed, holding me at arms length, 'Welcome to the fold!' She kissed me on the cheek. She turned around and, either messaged Cal or had an invisible leash around his neck because after smiling almost sadistically towards me (god, he really must hate his half-brother), he lurked after her like a sick puppy. But I didn't have time to worry about that. Oh Goddess, I thought, holding my hand up to my forehead, what have I gone and done?! Now Da's going to expect a head on a plate, and I've gone and practically thrown my decision in Mum's face.
I almost started pacing up and down, but Killian was still there, looking after the doorway to our study that Selene and Cal had disappeared through (Selene had wasted no time in worming her way into our bookcases). I turned and began to walk up to my room. I was sick of having to explain myself today, and Killian would need a lot of convincing. Just as I started wearily up the stairs, he spoke: 'Well, gone and signed your soul to the devil there, love,' I looked back at him, he looked back at me evenly, but disappointedly 'in more ways than one.' And he turned into the living room, swung himself onto the sofa and I heard the blear of a television from inside. I walked back down and sat next to him. I needed to saviour what time I had left of my life as I knew it, before I became an Amyranth intern. And that time was not best spent sulking in my room.
*
A few hours later, I lay sprawled with my legs over my brother and my head lolling over the side of our couch. My eyes were on the telly but had been glazed over and unseeing for the past hour, and the only communication Killian and I had had was the occasional moan to show we wanted the channel changing. Goddess, I would miss being a couch potato.
I hadn't seen Cal or Selene for since I got back and Da had grumbled something about taking Mum out...hang on. Suddenly my senses prickled, disturbing my trance. I had felt a flash of a witch outside, striding up the moor. Only a glimpse of it, until they shielded themselves from view. It must have been deliberate, I calculated quickly, as I sprung up from the sofa and began to the front door, because Hunter wasn't the sort to forget something like that.
I swung open the front door and ignored it as it slammed behind me. I ran down our drive, thanking the Goddess that Dad was not home. He appeared at the foot of the cobbles suddenly, and thankfully this time, I managed to stop myself before I slammed into his chest. Before I looked at him, I pushed his chest back behind the hedges and garage, 'What the hell are you doing-' I started irratably. But I stopped as I looked up. I felt the anger coming off him like heat and in his gaze that was boring into me like a laser. I felt something resembling a tonne weight land in my stomach.
'Is it true?' He demanded, barely consealing his rage, 'are you...' But he didn't finish, he didn't really need to.
All of a sudden, I was a child again. I hadn't set fire to the rug again, or used my first four letter word infront of my play school teacher, I had done something much, much worse. I stared at my feet, directing any challenge at my leather ankle boots instead of at the challenger infront of me. Some MacEwan you are, started than scorning voice again. 'What do you mean?' I asked meekly.
'Morgan MacEwan,' He finally said, 'are you her?'
I felt like I was signing my own death sentence. I looked up at him: 'Yes.'
He looked at me like I had looked at him that time at blue's (Goddess, how could that have only been two days ago?) and I looked back at him with the same sickly resilience. Inside my stomach was squirming and my heart was lumping in my ears but outside, I was as tough as stone. He turned and began striding back down the path to the moor, so forcefully I would believe he could have parted waves. I stood there, dumbstruck. The deadening thud of my heart seemed the only thing I could sense as I watched his form stride away with the force of a hurricane.
[There we are! Finally got it done. I'm not sure if this can be classified as a cliff hanger or not but if so, I'm sorry but Tough Shit! :)]