I really feel like typing today. What lucky people you are. I just noticed
something. There was no way Carrie could be Siobhan's descendant, because
Rose killed them before they had a child. I think. But oh well. In my
story, they had a child. I'm starting this chapter differently, with
Hunter's pov instead of Ciaran's. But it will get to Ciaran's.
Chapter 8:
HUNTER'S POV
"Morgan?" I asked again. I could barely keep the anger out of my voice. The anger and betrayal. Had Carrie suggested what I thought she had suggested? Was Morgan working with Ciaran to bring Maeve back? Morgan refused to look at me. I saw that Carrie realized she had said the wrong thing. Ciaran looked at me. I felt the barest tingling sensation, and then it was gone. I knew he had just checked my aura. He seemed slightly surprised at what he had felt. Morgan finally looked at me. But she didn't meet my eyes.
"I'll be going now." Carrie said. She backed down the steps.
"No wait. Stay." Morgan said. "We need to discuss some things." I knew what she meant, but I needed to know what Carrie had meant. Ciaran glanced at me sharply, and I knew that I needed to wait with my anger. This was more important.
"W-what?" Carrie stuttered. Ciaran was looking at her. He gave a firm nod.
"It really is amazing how much you look like Sarah." Carrie flinched as her mother's name was mentioned. She slowly turned to Ciaran.
"How do you know my mother?"
"I met her in Scotland. She was in Knoxworth." Carrie gasped. I recognized the name of a Leapvaughan and Vikrothe Coven in England. Ciaran hadn't mentioned she was part of it before.
"But you weren't." Carrie said bluntly. "So how did you know her?" Ciaran sighed. I could tell he was getting impatient. We all were, even if it was for different things.
"Look, Carrie. Sarah Riactart was your mother. Correct?" Carrie nodded. "Then Evelyn Sierra was your grandmother, and Nuala MacNeilson was your great-grandmother. Yes?" Carrie was looking even more scared as she nodded. "Which, going down the line a bit, makes Siobhan MacMohan your Great Great Great Great Grandmother." Carrie nodded, but this time she looked non-plussed.
"Yeah. So."
"Diarmuid and Siobhan were married, and they had your G3 Grandmother, Kyla MacAvery." Morgan said. How did she know that?
"And?" Carrie asked. "Where is this going? What about Siobhan?"
"Carrie," I said gently, "Do you know who Rose MacEwan is?"
"Well, I would assume that she is the ancestor of Morgan and . Mr.MacEwan."
"Yes." I said. I felt Morgan's eyes on me, but didn't look at her. "She loved Diarmuid. And he loved her also, we think. They had a child, but they were never married. Siobhan accused Rose of being a witch, and she was tried and found guilty. She was sentenced to death. That night, Diarmuid came into the room. He wanted her, but Rose wanted nothing of him any longer. It ended in a horrible fight. When Diarmuid left, Rose created and cast the spell that is now called-"
"So you get the general story Carrie?" Morgan cut me off by saying. She was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that one of her ancestors had created the dark wave. But then I noticed that Morgan's eyes were still on me. She was giving me a particularly sour look. I looked away; I was slightly hurt that Morgan would look at me like that.
"Yes. But what is the problem?"
"Carrie, why are you here? Why are you chasing Morgan and I? It is because of who you are and how we are correct? Siobhan was always jealous of Rose. Sarah wanted to kill me when she found out who I was. I would assume you hold the same grudges against Morgan." Ciaran said.
Carrie backed down another step. She was clearly very uncomfortable. "I-no. That has nothing to do with anything. Well, it does, but I mean. um.I-I shouldn't be here. Good-bye." Then Carrie took off, running across my yard and through the bushes. Soon we heard a rumble of a car engine as Carrie speeded away from my house.
"Well that was interesting." Morgan said. I looked at her, my anger coming back. Ciaran noticed it too.
"Niall." He warned. But that didn't damp down my need to know what Carrie had been talking about.
"Morgan what was Carrie talking about with Maeve?" Ciaran shot me an evil-like glance.
"Hunter." She said, her voice soft. But I heard an underlying edge of anger and hurt. She was thinking about something not good. Then she gave a firm nod. "You'll find out in due time." She turned to Ciaran. "Come on then Father. We have things to do." With that, Morgan and Ciaran walked off. I was left starring at Morgan's retreating form. How dare her? How dare her? CIARAN'S POV I watched Morgan as she drove away from the seeker's house. Her face was set as she pushed on the accelerator. "Morgan," I said. "I am proud of you. Truly." And I was. But for me to admit this to anyone was admitting weakness. But I guess I have a weakness when it comes to love. And Morgan has called me Father, truthfully. Even in front of the seeker. She glanced at me, and then put her eyes back to the road. She grunted some incoherent reply as she parked in the Methodist church lot. We got out of the car and walked to our circle. Morgan cast it, and we sat in the center. "Now it is time to open it." I said, and Morgan's eyes glistened with anticipation. I took her hand and we waved our joined hands over the spot were I had drawn the bith dearc. It glowed a purplish color, and Morgan smiled. I pointed at a long Gaelic chant in the book. We recited it, and the purple seemed to go into the earth, creating an endless hole. Then there was and English chant. "Oh great Goddess Macha, we call upon you. We seek the wisdom of the dead. We come together under the darkening moon, in love and trust and learn of you, who are the wisest of crones. We search for the mysteries of the Earth, the secrets of air and darkness, of blood and fire, the silence of the uttermost stars. We ask that you whisper to us in the depths of midnight. We ask you to open us up to the mysteries of the dead. Tell us your truths. Open us up to the world of the dead, oh great goddess Macha." As the last word came from our mouths, the purple dropped away, and the bith dearc opened up. I heard Morgan breathing fast beside me. She had never done this before and she was enjoying it.
"Now we must let the ghosts get used to being here. We have to close it contemporarily, so no one finds in. Tomorrow we shall find Maeve." Morgan nodded.
"At 2:00, I'll meet you here."
"Alright. I'll close this. Why don't you close the circle?" Morgan nodded and went about her job. When we were both done, I cast a spell of confusion over the whole place.
"So no witch finds traces of our magick." I explained. Morgan nodded again.
"How would you like it if you came to dinner with. the Rowlands?" I was touched, for a moment I couldn't speak. Morgan had just referred to her family as the Rowlands, and referred to me a father. Thank the Goddess.
"Of course. Why not? If anyone asks, I'm a new teacher at school."
"Great! Lets go!" Morgan smiled as we got into her car. I felt so great. Our family was coming together. We would have Maeve soon. MORGAN'S POV "Mom? Dad?" I called as I opened the door. I felt a little odd at calling them my parents after that extraordinary connection with my fath. Ciaran. No, I told myself. My father.
"In here Morgan!" I heard Mary K. say. "Dinner is ready. You were just in time."
"Ok, um, I brought someone over for dinner." I trailed off as Mom came into the hallway.
"Oh," she said as she spotted my father. "I'm Mrs.Rowlands, Morgan's mom." Father shot me a meaningful look. "And who are you?"
"I'm a new teacher, I moved here from Scotland a short while ago, and I've been trying to get to know my students and their families better." That was a good explanation, I though. I silently applauded my Father.
*Thank you daughter.* Father said. So he had picked up on my thought.
"Wonderful!" My. Mrs.Rowlands said. "I'll set another plate."
We all sat down at the table. We talked and had fun. The night was wonderful. Father seemed to be enjoying himself very much. I felt so much more comfortable with him now.
*Morgan* I jumped when Hunter witch messaged me. Father looked at me, and I held up a finger, so that only he could see it.
*Morgan, we need to talk.*
*Hunter.* I thought before I spoke. *We're not breaking up again are we?*
*NO!* Hunter said, slightly taken aback. * But Morgan. a bith dearc..*
*I'm sorry Hunter. I'll talk to you later. * Then I blocked any more messages from him.
"Earth to Morgan?" Mary K. said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked. Mary K. just sighed. Father stood up.
"I've had a wonderful time, but I have to go now. Good night." He said to my family. He looked at me. *Good night and sweet dreams daughter. * "Good Night Mr.MacEwan." I said. *Thank you. Good night Father. * He left, and my family looked at me.
"Do you like that teacher or something?" Mary K. asked. I faked a laugh.
"No! I love Hunter you freak!" Mary K. laughed too, and I felt the suspicion go down. But the truth was, I really was beginning to love my father. CARRIE'S POV I opened the door to my apartment, and went straight to the phone. I dialed Joe's number.
"Hello? Joe?"
"Carrie?" He asked.
"Joe, I can't take this mission. I need you to put someone else in."
"What? Carrie are you alright?"
"No! I'm not alright." I then proceeded to tell Joe everything that had happened.
"Carrie. " He began. "I think you should give it some more time. And isn't there some kind of-of spell you can do to get information out of Morgan? From what you said about her father, I think she is evil."
"Yeah. Yeah, good idea Joe. You always know what to do. Thanks."
"Yes." CLICK. He hung up the phone. I put the phone back into the cradle. I looked in my mother's BOS to find a good forgetting spell. I found one I hoped would work on Morgan. Whenever I do a spell, I always check my aura, to make sure that I am not sending any negative energy into the universe with my spell. And when I saw my aura, I dropped the bottle of witch hazel the spell called for.
It was black.
~Yeah I know that POV was REALLY short. sorry. But I wanted to leave you off with a cliffhanger. A black aura means death. So is Carrie gonna die? Or is this the result of some spell that Morgan, or Hunter, or Ciaran cast? Huh? Huh? Lolz.Read on., plz! And review!
"Morgan?" I asked again. I could barely keep the anger out of my voice. The anger and betrayal. Had Carrie suggested what I thought she had suggested? Was Morgan working with Ciaran to bring Maeve back? Morgan refused to look at me. I saw that Carrie realized she had said the wrong thing. Ciaran looked at me. I felt the barest tingling sensation, and then it was gone. I knew he had just checked my aura. He seemed slightly surprised at what he had felt. Morgan finally looked at me. But she didn't meet my eyes.
"I'll be going now." Carrie said. She backed down the steps.
"No wait. Stay." Morgan said. "We need to discuss some things." I knew what she meant, but I needed to know what Carrie had meant. Ciaran glanced at me sharply, and I knew that I needed to wait with my anger. This was more important.
"W-what?" Carrie stuttered. Ciaran was looking at her. He gave a firm nod.
"It really is amazing how much you look like Sarah." Carrie flinched as her mother's name was mentioned. She slowly turned to Ciaran.
"How do you know my mother?"
"I met her in Scotland. She was in Knoxworth." Carrie gasped. I recognized the name of a Leapvaughan and Vikrothe Coven in England. Ciaran hadn't mentioned she was part of it before.
"But you weren't." Carrie said bluntly. "So how did you know her?" Ciaran sighed. I could tell he was getting impatient. We all were, even if it was for different things.
"Look, Carrie. Sarah Riactart was your mother. Correct?" Carrie nodded. "Then Evelyn Sierra was your grandmother, and Nuala MacNeilson was your great-grandmother. Yes?" Carrie was looking even more scared as she nodded. "Which, going down the line a bit, makes Siobhan MacMohan your Great Great Great Great Grandmother." Carrie nodded, but this time she looked non-plussed.
"Yeah. So."
"Diarmuid and Siobhan were married, and they had your G3 Grandmother, Kyla MacAvery." Morgan said. How did she know that?
"And?" Carrie asked. "Where is this going? What about Siobhan?"
"Carrie," I said gently, "Do you know who Rose MacEwan is?"
"Well, I would assume that she is the ancestor of Morgan and . Mr.MacEwan."
"Yes." I said. I felt Morgan's eyes on me, but didn't look at her. "She loved Diarmuid. And he loved her also, we think. They had a child, but they were never married. Siobhan accused Rose of being a witch, and she was tried and found guilty. She was sentenced to death. That night, Diarmuid came into the room. He wanted her, but Rose wanted nothing of him any longer. It ended in a horrible fight. When Diarmuid left, Rose created and cast the spell that is now called-"
"So you get the general story Carrie?" Morgan cut me off by saying. She was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that one of her ancestors had created the dark wave. But then I noticed that Morgan's eyes were still on me. She was giving me a particularly sour look. I looked away; I was slightly hurt that Morgan would look at me like that.
"Yes. But what is the problem?"
"Carrie, why are you here? Why are you chasing Morgan and I? It is because of who you are and how we are correct? Siobhan was always jealous of Rose. Sarah wanted to kill me when she found out who I was. I would assume you hold the same grudges against Morgan." Ciaran said.
Carrie backed down another step. She was clearly very uncomfortable. "I-no. That has nothing to do with anything. Well, it does, but I mean. um.I-I shouldn't be here. Good-bye." Then Carrie took off, running across my yard and through the bushes. Soon we heard a rumble of a car engine as Carrie speeded away from my house.
"Well that was interesting." Morgan said. I looked at her, my anger coming back. Ciaran noticed it too.
"Niall." He warned. But that didn't damp down my need to know what Carrie had been talking about.
"Morgan what was Carrie talking about with Maeve?" Ciaran shot me an evil-like glance.
"Hunter." She said, her voice soft. But I heard an underlying edge of anger and hurt. She was thinking about something not good. Then she gave a firm nod. "You'll find out in due time." She turned to Ciaran. "Come on then Father. We have things to do." With that, Morgan and Ciaran walked off. I was left starring at Morgan's retreating form. How dare her? How dare her? CIARAN'S POV I watched Morgan as she drove away from the seeker's house. Her face was set as she pushed on the accelerator. "Morgan," I said. "I am proud of you. Truly." And I was. But for me to admit this to anyone was admitting weakness. But I guess I have a weakness when it comes to love. And Morgan has called me Father, truthfully. Even in front of the seeker. She glanced at me, and then put her eyes back to the road. She grunted some incoherent reply as she parked in the Methodist church lot. We got out of the car and walked to our circle. Morgan cast it, and we sat in the center. "Now it is time to open it." I said, and Morgan's eyes glistened with anticipation. I took her hand and we waved our joined hands over the spot were I had drawn the bith dearc. It glowed a purplish color, and Morgan smiled. I pointed at a long Gaelic chant in the book. We recited it, and the purple seemed to go into the earth, creating an endless hole. Then there was and English chant. "Oh great Goddess Macha, we call upon you. We seek the wisdom of the dead. We come together under the darkening moon, in love and trust and learn of you, who are the wisest of crones. We search for the mysteries of the Earth, the secrets of air and darkness, of blood and fire, the silence of the uttermost stars. We ask that you whisper to us in the depths of midnight. We ask you to open us up to the mysteries of the dead. Tell us your truths. Open us up to the world of the dead, oh great goddess Macha." As the last word came from our mouths, the purple dropped away, and the bith dearc opened up. I heard Morgan breathing fast beside me. She had never done this before and she was enjoying it.
"Now we must let the ghosts get used to being here. We have to close it contemporarily, so no one finds in. Tomorrow we shall find Maeve." Morgan nodded.
"At 2:00, I'll meet you here."
"Alright. I'll close this. Why don't you close the circle?" Morgan nodded and went about her job. When we were both done, I cast a spell of confusion over the whole place.
"So no witch finds traces of our magick." I explained. Morgan nodded again.
"How would you like it if you came to dinner with. the Rowlands?" I was touched, for a moment I couldn't speak. Morgan had just referred to her family as the Rowlands, and referred to me a father. Thank the Goddess.
"Of course. Why not? If anyone asks, I'm a new teacher at school."
"Great! Lets go!" Morgan smiled as we got into her car. I felt so great. Our family was coming together. We would have Maeve soon. MORGAN'S POV "Mom? Dad?" I called as I opened the door. I felt a little odd at calling them my parents after that extraordinary connection with my fath. Ciaran. No, I told myself. My father.
"In here Morgan!" I heard Mary K. say. "Dinner is ready. You were just in time."
"Ok, um, I brought someone over for dinner." I trailed off as Mom came into the hallway.
"Oh," she said as she spotted my father. "I'm Mrs.Rowlands, Morgan's mom." Father shot me a meaningful look. "And who are you?"
"I'm a new teacher, I moved here from Scotland a short while ago, and I've been trying to get to know my students and their families better." That was a good explanation, I though. I silently applauded my Father.
*Thank you daughter.* Father said. So he had picked up on my thought.
"Wonderful!" My. Mrs.Rowlands said. "I'll set another plate."
We all sat down at the table. We talked and had fun. The night was wonderful. Father seemed to be enjoying himself very much. I felt so much more comfortable with him now.
*Morgan* I jumped when Hunter witch messaged me. Father looked at me, and I held up a finger, so that only he could see it.
*Morgan, we need to talk.*
*Hunter.* I thought before I spoke. *We're not breaking up again are we?*
*NO!* Hunter said, slightly taken aback. * But Morgan. a bith dearc..*
*I'm sorry Hunter. I'll talk to you later. * Then I blocked any more messages from him.
"Earth to Morgan?" Mary K. said, waving a hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked. Mary K. just sighed. Father stood up.
"I've had a wonderful time, but I have to go now. Good night." He said to my family. He looked at me. *Good night and sweet dreams daughter. * "Good Night Mr.MacEwan." I said. *Thank you. Good night Father. * He left, and my family looked at me.
"Do you like that teacher or something?" Mary K. asked. I faked a laugh.
"No! I love Hunter you freak!" Mary K. laughed too, and I felt the suspicion go down. But the truth was, I really was beginning to love my father. CARRIE'S POV I opened the door to my apartment, and went straight to the phone. I dialed Joe's number.
"Hello? Joe?"
"Carrie?" He asked.
"Joe, I can't take this mission. I need you to put someone else in."
"What? Carrie are you alright?"
"No! I'm not alright." I then proceeded to tell Joe everything that had happened.
"Carrie. " He began. "I think you should give it some more time. And isn't there some kind of-of spell you can do to get information out of Morgan? From what you said about her father, I think she is evil."
"Yeah. Yeah, good idea Joe. You always know what to do. Thanks."
"Yes." CLICK. He hung up the phone. I put the phone back into the cradle. I looked in my mother's BOS to find a good forgetting spell. I found one I hoped would work on Morgan. Whenever I do a spell, I always check my aura, to make sure that I am not sending any negative energy into the universe with my spell. And when I saw my aura, I dropped the bottle of witch hazel the spell called for.
It was black.
~Yeah I know that POV was REALLY short. sorry. But I wanted to leave you off with a cliffhanger. A black aura means death. So is Carrie gonna die? Or is this the result of some spell that Morgan, or Hunter, or Ciaran cast? Huh? Huh? Lolz.Read on., plz! And review!