Ok, as some of you have requested, this Chapter will pretty much be all
Hunter and Morgan. You know, fixing everything. Because I really don't like
it when they're fighting. So like I better follow that right? Once again,
I'm gonna kill the order of POVs. And I want to say ANOTHER thank you to
all the people who are faithful readers of my story. Thanks!!!! Ok, here's
chapter 9:
HUNTER'S POV
I drove over to Morgan's school during her lunch hour. I was still hurting slightly from the way she had mentioned breaking up so lightly. How could she even think about that? I couldn't, not without a horrible ache coming over me. Like right now. I sighed as I parked in the school's lot. I walked into the lunch. Bree spotted me.
"Hey Hunter! Over here!" She waved me over to their table. I sat down next to Morgan.
"Hi." She said. She smiled up at me. Obviously she wanted me here. I leaned down to kiss her, and she replied. Good sign. But we have lots of stuff to work out before we get back to normal.
"We need to talk." I said. She nodded. Bree and Robbie looked at us. "We can leave." Bree said. "No, um, Morgan, if its alright with you, maybe we could go into a different room." She nodded again. We both stood up and went into a little corner in the hallway. I tried to grudge up any anger, but really couldn't find any. It was very hard for me to stay mad at Morgan. But I spoke up anyway "Morgan, what was Carrie talking about? Are you working with Ciaran?"
Morgan sighed, but she had to answer these questions for me.
"Hunter, I am working with my father. We are contacting Maeve." She stated it so mildly, that I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking?
"Morgan. Why? Calling up the dead. a bith dearc. Its dark magick Morgan." She turned away from me. "I know that Hunter. But surely you knew that too, when you used a bith dearc in Canada, to call your mother." She was right. She was absolutely right. And I didn't know what to say. Because somehow, I still felt this was different. My father was different then hers.
"Morgan, I am just worried. If you work with Ciaran this one time, what if he forces you to work with him again?" Morgan looked at me, and I could tell that she had already thought these things over.
"I'm sorry Hunter, but this was my decision. What's yours?" I knew she meant about our relationship. I took both of her hands lightly.
"Morgan lets not fight. Lets just leave this." She nodded, but she seemed to be waiting for something. "I love you." I said. Then she smiled and pulled me to her. MORGAN'S POV
I waved to Hunter as he left school. The bell had just begun to ring, and I didn't want to be late for class. I was so glad that Hunter had I had worked out our problems. Finally. Lately, so much stuff has been between us. But I couldn't give up seeing Maeve. Not after we've come this far.
Suddenly, a thought came to me. But I pushed it away. There was no way Father would allow me to do it. But I as kept on walking to class, the urge to ask him became greater. I wanted to do something for Hunter. While I was gaining, it only seemed like he was losing. I contacted my Father before I lost my nerve.
*Father, can we contact another person too? Not bring them up, but just talk to them? *
*Who, my dear? * He responded after a moment. I stopped walking so I could concentrate more.
*Fiona Niall *
*Morgan, I know you want to do something for the seeker, but.* I didn't let him get to buts. *Just this once, Father. You both have suffered similar pain, and someday you might be related to Hunter anyway.* Okay, this was stretching it a lot. But it was worth a try.
*We'll talk when we meet Morgan. * There was humor in his voice. I could tell that he had been laughing.
"Morgaaan?" I looked around to see Bree screaming my name.
"Uh. Hi?" Bree groaned.
"Come on, we're gonna be late for class." I followed Bree into the classroom. School. Yay. CIARAN'S POV
"Morgan. Your late." I said a she came into the clearing from the forest.
"I was talking to Carrie. Sorry." She came and sat by me.
"Alright. Lets get started then."
Morgan cast the circle, and added an extra protection circle. She looked around for a moment.
"Do you have any matches Father?" She asked. Every other time I had brought matches, so Morgan could light the candles. I had forgotten them this time.
"I'll light them." I said, starting to get up. She shook her head.
"No, I'll do it." Then she lights each one with her mind. I was slightly surprised, although I shouldn't have been. I had forgotten that Morgan was able to do that. She came and sat next to me. We reopened the bith dearc, and then we said another English chant.
"Great Goddess Macha, watcher over the dead. Bring to us our loved ones. Bring to us our kin. Let them dwell in our world. Let them be shadows no more. Cast you magick to those that we now name. Maeve Riordan." I said Maeve Riordan, and Morgan said Bradhair, and our voiced blended together, and a shadow came through the bith dearc. I felt Maeve's precense. She went straight to Morgan.
"My darling daughter." She said.
"Mae-Mother." Morgan said. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"You've grown into a beautiful women, my child."(A/N oxymoron?) Morgan smiled, and then I felt Maeve come over to me.
"Ciaran." She said. I was trying very hard not to cry. But just hearing her say my name, and I couldn't help it.
"Maeve. I'm so sorry. Please come back to us. We have a daughter we can raise, can teach beautiful magick. Maeve, you know I-"
"I never left." Maeve said, when I finally realized that I had been babbling. "I always thought that one day I would go on, but I never left. I just stayed there. Maybe coming back was my destiny." Then I felt her smile and brush a kiss against my cheek. Then she left. Just like that.
"Father?" Morgan asked, after a couple of moments. I wondered how I must look, and then decided that I didn't care.
I cleared my throat. "We don't close the bith dearc. We keep it hidden though. Maeve will stay as long as we keep it open." Morgan nodded, still watching me. Then she let me do my work as she opened the circles. Once again, I cast a spell of confusion over the whole place. I looked at Morgan. I suddenly felt so much closer to her.
"Morgan, would you like to have dinner at Pepperinos?" (A/N This is the shop that Ciaran and Morgan to in changeling. I'm not sure that I spelt it right.) I don't know who was more surprised, Morgan, or me but she nodded after a moment.
"We can take Das Boot." She said.
When we were in her car, and driving, Morgan was the first to break the silence.
"Father, can I ask you a question?" She asked.
"Of course, Morgan."
She smiled. "Could you not call Hunter the seeker anymore?" I laughed with her as she said this, but I knew she wanted an answer.
"Alright Morgan. Can I call him Niall?"
"Would it be such a pain to call him Hunter?" She asked. We went back and forth until we were parked in the restaurant lot. Finally, I gave in.
"Okay Morgan. Hunter it is." She smiled; she had won.
"What would you like?" I asked her as we sat down.
"Um. mocha cheesecake maybe?" She said. "And a Darjeeling tea, please."
"Mhm.." I ordered our food.
"When do we um. actually get Maeve back?" Morgan asked carefully.
"Oh, ah, Soon." and so began our conversation. CARRIE'S POV "Hey! Carrie!" I was tempted to run when I heard Morgan's voice. It was the end of the day, and I was getting into my car.
I turned. "Yes?"
"Morgan stopped running when she caught up with me. She was panting. "Look Carrie, things didn't really turn out the way they should of. I mean, you, being the descendant of Siobhan, and me, being Ciaran MacEwan's daughter." It was strange for me, realizing that Morgan hadn't wanted to be related to Ciaran. "And everything else that happened. What if we could just.. Forget about it?" But there was no way I could forget about it. Not with my aura being black. I was still sure that one of them was casting the spell.
"Morgan. I don't think so." Her mouth dropped open. I guess that was a little harsh.
"You don't think so? What are you saying?" I quickly looked around, and then turned back to Morgan.
"Look, whatever spell your putting on me, take it off now. You know it's not right. And if it is, you will have every agent in the world onto you in 5 seconds. So I suggest you stay away from me." Morgan looked majorly confused.
"Carrie... What?"
"Just stay away from me." I said again. But she didn't move. Then unexpectedly, she but both her hands on my face and forced a tath meanma on me. I couldn't get out. She was much more powerful then me. Morgan let me explore her mind first. I saw her love for Hunter, so I knew that was true. I saw when she first found out about bring Ciaran's daughter, how she freaked out, and broke up with Hunter because she was afraid she would hurt him. I saw her agreeing to help the council catch Ciaran, her half brother, Killian. But I saw no evil at all. No dark waves, no killing other witches with black magick. Then she was in my mind, seeing everything. When she got to the part about me seeing my black aura, she almost broke contact. I had seen in her that she hadn't done anything to me. When we both pulled back, Morgan looked at me.
"Your aura is black." She said.
"Yes."
"You have to keep yourself safe Carrie." Morgan looked like she cared. Maybe she did.
"If it's my destiny, then I don't have to do anything." I said, I slid into my Pontiac, and peeled away. I couldn't help wondering if Morgan had held anything back from me.
*It's a snow day I can type now. Lol. I don't think this is one of my best chapters. but whtever, What do u think? Do u think that Carrie is gonna die? I know. But I'm not gonna tell you!!! HEE HEE HEE!!!!! Review plz! And enjoy~*
HUNTER'S POV
I drove over to Morgan's school during her lunch hour. I was still hurting slightly from the way she had mentioned breaking up so lightly. How could she even think about that? I couldn't, not without a horrible ache coming over me. Like right now. I sighed as I parked in the school's lot. I walked into the lunch. Bree spotted me.
"Hey Hunter! Over here!" She waved me over to their table. I sat down next to Morgan.
"Hi." She said. She smiled up at me. Obviously she wanted me here. I leaned down to kiss her, and she replied. Good sign. But we have lots of stuff to work out before we get back to normal.
"We need to talk." I said. She nodded. Bree and Robbie looked at us. "We can leave." Bree said. "No, um, Morgan, if its alright with you, maybe we could go into a different room." She nodded again. We both stood up and went into a little corner in the hallway. I tried to grudge up any anger, but really couldn't find any. It was very hard for me to stay mad at Morgan. But I spoke up anyway "Morgan, what was Carrie talking about? Are you working with Ciaran?"
Morgan sighed, but she had to answer these questions for me.
"Hunter, I am working with my father. We are contacting Maeve." She stated it so mildly, that I couldn't believe it. What was she thinking?
"Morgan. Why? Calling up the dead. a bith dearc. Its dark magick Morgan." She turned away from me. "I know that Hunter. But surely you knew that too, when you used a bith dearc in Canada, to call your mother." She was right. She was absolutely right. And I didn't know what to say. Because somehow, I still felt this was different. My father was different then hers.
"Morgan, I am just worried. If you work with Ciaran this one time, what if he forces you to work with him again?" Morgan looked at me, and I could tell that she had already thought these things over.
"I'm sorry Hunter, but this was my decision. What's yours?" I knew she meant about our relationship. I took both of her hands lightly.
"Morgan lets not fight. Lets just leave this." She nodded, but she seemed to be waiting for something. "I love you." I said. Then she smiled and pulled me to her. MORGAN'S POV
I waved to Hunter as he left school. The bell had just begun to ring, and I didn't want to be late for class. I was so glad that Hunter had I had worked out our problems. Finally. Lately, so much stuff has been between us. But I couldn't give up seeing Maeve. Not after we've come this far.
Suddenly, a thought came to me. But I pushed it away. There was no way Father would allow me to do it. But I as kept on walking to class, the urge to ask him became greater. I wanted to do something for Hunter. While I was gaining, it only seemed like he was losing. I contacted my Father before I lost my nerve.
*Father, can we contact another person too? Not bring them up, but just talk to them? *
*Who, my dear? * He responded after a moment. I stopped walking so I could concentrate more.
*Fiona Niall *
*Morgan, I know you want to do something for the seeker, but.* I didn't let him get to buts. *Just this once, Father. You both have suffered similar pain, and someday you might be related to Hunter anyway.* Okay, this was stretching it a lot. But it was worth a try.
*We'll talk when we meet Morgan. * There was humor in his voice. I could tell that he had been laughing.
"Morgaaan?" I looked around to see Bree screaming my name.
"Uh. Hi?" Bree groaned.
"Come on, we're gonna be late for class." I followed Bree into the classroom. School. Yay. CIARAN'S POV
"Morgan. Your late." I said a she came into the clearing from the forest.
"I was talking to Carrie. Sorry." She came and sat by me.
"Alright. Lets get started then."
Morgan cast the circle, and added an extra protection circle. She looked around for a moment.
"Do you have any matches Father?" She asked. Every other time I had brought matches, so Morgan could light the candles. I had forgotten them this time.
"I'll light them." I said, starting to get up. She shook her head.
"No, I'll do it." Then she lights each one with her mind. I was slightly surprised, although I shouldn't have been. I had forgotten that Morgan was able to do that. She came and sat next to me. We reopened the bith dearc, and then we said another English chant.
"Great Goddess Macha, watcher over the dead. Bring to us our loved ones. Bring to us our kin. Let them dwell in our world. Let them be shadows no more. Cast you magick to those that we now name. Maeve Riordan." I said Maeve Riordan, and Morgan said Bradhair, and our voiced blended together, and a shadow came through the bith dearc. I felt Maeve's precense. She went straight to Morgan.
"My darling daughter." She said.
"Mae-Mother." Morgan said. She couldn't believe this was happening.
"You've grown into a beautiful women, my child."(A/N oxymoron?) Morgan smiled, and then I felt Maeve come over to me.
"Ciaran." She said. I was trying very hard not to cry. But just hearing her say my name, and I couldn't help it.
"Maeve. I'm so sorry. Please come back to us. We have a daughter we can raise, can teach beautiful magick. Maeve, you know I-"
"I never left." Maeve said, when I finally realized that I had been babbling. "I always thought that one day I would go on, but I never left. I just stayed there. Maybe coming back was my destiny." Then I felt her smile and brush a kiss against my cheek. Then she left. Just like that.
"Father?" Morgan asked, after a couple of moments. I wondered how I must look, and then decided that I didn't care.
I cleared my throat. "We don't close the bith dearc. We keep it hidden though. Maeve will stay as long as we keep it open." Morgan nodded, still watching me. Then she let me do my work as she opened the circles. Once again, I cast a spell of confusion over the whole place. I looked at Morgan. I suddenly felt so much closer to her.
"Morgan, would you like to have dinner at Pepperinos?" (A/N This is the shop that Ciaran and Morgan to in changeling. I'm not sure that I spelt it right.) I don't know who was more surprised, Morgan, or me but she nodded after a moment.
"We can take Das Boot." She said.
When we were in her car, and driving, Morgan was the first to break the silence.
"Father, can I ask you a question?" She asked.
"Of course, Morgan."
She smiled. "Could you not call Hunter the seeker anymore?" I laughed with her as she said this, but I knew she wanted an answer.
"Alright Morgan. Can I call him Niall?"
"Would it be such a pain to call him Hunter?" She asked. We went back and forth until we were parked in the restaurant lot. Finally, I gave in.
"Okay Morgan. Hunter it is." She smiled; she had won.
"What would you like?" I asked her as we sat down.
"Um. mocha cheesecake maybe?" She said. "And a Darjeeling tea, please."
"Mhm.." I ordered our food.
"When do we um. actually get Maeve back?" Morgan asked carefully.
"Oh, ah, Soon." and so began our conversation. CARRIE'S POV "Hey! Carrie!" I was tempted to run when I heard Morgan's voice. It was the end of the day, and I was getting into my car.
I turned. "Yes?"
"Morgan stopped running when she caught up with me. She was panting. "Look Carrie, things didn't really turn out the way they should of. I mean, you, being the descendant of Siobhan, and me, being Ciaran MacEwan's daughter." It was strange for me, realizing that Morgan hadn't wanted to be related to Ciaran. "And everything else that happened. What if we could just.. Forget about it?" But there was no way I could forget about it. Not with my aura being black. I was still sure that one of them was casting the spell.
"Morgan. I don't think so." Her mouth dropped open. I guess that was a little harsh.
"You don't think so? What are you saying?" I quickly looked around, and then turned back to Morgan.
"Look, whatever spell your putting on me, take it off now. You know it's not right. And if it is, you will have every agent in the world onto you in 5 seconds. So I suggest you stay away from me." Morgan looked majorly confused.
"Carrie... What?"
"Just stay away from me." I said again. But she didn't move. Then unexpectedly, she but both her hands on my face and forced a tath meanma on me. I couldn't get out. She was much more powerful then me. Morgan let me explore her mind first. I saw her love for Hunter, so I knew that was true. I saw when she first found out about bring Ciaran's daughter, how she freaked out, and broke up with Hunter because she was afraid she would hurt him. I saw her agreeing to help the council catch Ciaran, her half brother, Killian. But I saw no evil at all. No dark waves, no killing other witches with black magick. Then she was in my mind, seeing everything. When she got to the part about me seeing my black aura, she almost broke contact. I had seen in her that she hadn't done anything to me. When we both pulled back, Morgan looked at me.
"Your aura is black." She said.
"Yes."
"You have to keep yourself safe Carrie." Morgan looked like she cared. Maybe she did.
"If it's my destiny, then I don't have to do anything." I said, I slid into my Pontiac, and peeled away. I couldn't help wondering if Morgan had held anything back from me.
*It's a snow day I can type now. Lol. I don't think this is one of my best chapters. but whtever, What do u think? Do u think that Carrie is gonna die? I know. But I'm not gonna tell you!!! HEE HEE HEE!!!!! Review plz! And enjoy~*