...HI. Ok, everyone's been complaining about the format, but I really have no
idea how to fix it. So if anyone wants to give me some tips... Yeah, I kinda
wanted to get on with the story, because I see that I've lost some of my
readers. Where are you Castra????
Annnnnyway, I have it all planned out whats gonna happen. Too bad you don't know it!!! I guess you'll just have to read. (HINT HINT) MAEVE RIODRAN'S POV
*Maeve, I know that I'll be gone be the time you get this. *
I shot out of bed. I tried to respond to Ciaran witch message, but it was almost as if it was a recording that he was sending me.
*I had to go to New York. I couldn't help it. It's where I belong. *
I listened, slightly awed.
*Ever since you left me, they have been my family, and I can't desert them now. They needed me. *
Where- exactly- has he gone?
* I will return to you and Morgan, don't worry. Just give me some time. *
...
* Please tell Hunter not to do anything. *
That's what gave it away. Ciaran was going back to Amyranth. I listened for more, but Ciaran was finished. I sat in bed, wondering if I should tell Hunter anything at all. Well, he's going to notice Ciaran's absence anyway. I got out of bed. I smelt pancakes being made. I went downstairs.
"' Morning Maeve." Sky greeted me.
"Early riser." I murdered. Sky gave me an amused look, and poured a cup of tea. I took it gratefully.
"Pancakes?"
"Yes, please. Where's Hunter?"
"He went out earlier. Said something about Morgan. Didn't catch all of it." Sky smiled at me.
"Ok." I smiled back. I really liked Sky. I ate my pancakes and thanked her, then picked up my coat and went out.
I dropped a note at Morgan's house, telling her that I was going to New York and that she should follow me. I got her response when I was half way there.
*Mother, why New York? And where is Father? Hunter told me that he was gone. *
*You'll find out dear. Just come to New York. Meet me at 52nd street. It's a pale blue house. *
*Ok. * I had given her the address of my friend Eliza's house. She would let us stay over a few nights.
I. I like. I like puppies. I like puppies that. I like puppies that are. I like puppies that are green. I like puppies that are green and. I like puppies that are green and blue. (A/N Lol, that was fun. But please ignore anything that was just said about puppies. It has nothing to do with the story.)
I drove into the city and turned onto 52nd street. I parked in a parking garage across the street. I walked over to Eliza's house. It was then that I realized that Eliza thinks I'm dead. She's been thinking that I'm dead for the last 17 years. I swallowed. What to do? I decided to just go anyway. Eliza was a witch, she would understand.
I rang the doorbell, and a little boy opened the door. She had kids? The last time I saw her, she just had her boyfriend, Tim. Last time I saw her. I swallowed again. 17 years.
"Hello?" He said, as if he were talking on the phone.
"Hi, I'm-"
"Who is it Conor, honey?"
I stopped as I heard Eliza's voice coming from the inside of the house. She came to the door. She hadn't changed that much at all. She didn't look older or anything. Her eyes widened in acknowledgement, which was immediately replaced by disbelief.
"M- Who-Who are you?"
I gave her a slight smile. "You got it right." I said gently. "Its me, Maeve."
Eliza shook her head. "No, you can't. Your not, you, your dead!"
"Eliza, Its me. X brought me back." I used our code name for Ciaran. Eliza looked pale.
"Oh, Maeve! Your back!" Eliza hugged me, so I hugged her back. Connor was still there. Someone else came down the hall too. It took me a second to realize who it was. Oh my God! I looked at Eliza.
*THAT'S who you married??? *
*What? * She asked looking at her husband. Oh god.
*First of all, he's not our kind. How did you get Connor? *
Eliza glanced at her husband again. * Ever heard of the Ceremony of passing? * My eyes widened. *You did a Ceremony of Passing on him? You gave him your ancestors' powers? *
*Yeah. * I looked at her husband. He hadn't recognized me. How could he not? Oh dear, seeing him again brought back so many painful memories. Of home, of Belwicket, of Angus. Of Ma and Da.
It was David O'hern. I had written about him in my BOS. I though I had liked him when Angus confessed to loving me.
"David," Eliza said. "Connor, this is my old friend, Maeve."
David's eyes widened for a second thinking about who I could be, but I saw him dismiss the thought. Eliza invited me in. We all sat down on the couch. I plunged in.
"I'm Maeve, like Eliza said. Maeve Riordan." I watched David pale. "I was friends with Eliza for a long time before I... went." Connor walked out of the room. David stared at me. Eliza leaned forward.
"Was it X who.... Made you go? Didn't you say he brought you back though?"
"He did both. Not Y, (our name for Angus) but he and my daughter Morgan brought me back."
"What family was she given to?"
"Rowlands."
David had been silent, but he now spoke up. "I thought you had died. I didn't even know you knew Eliza. I thought you had died with the rest of Belwicket. I knew Angus, and knew that he loved you. What happened to him?"
"He died with me, in the barn."
"Barn?"
I explained my story.
"And he didn't... come back with you?"
"No," I said shortly. "He didn't."
"Oh."
"Well!" Eliza said. "Since we're all here, I'll cook up a nice dinner."
Just then the doorbell rang. Morgan.
"I hope you don't mind Eliza. I told my daughter to come here too. We have some business to take care of in the city, and you were the only place I could think of to come."
"Of course. I'm so honored you remembered me." Eliza opened the door.
"Hello, Morgan." She said. Morgan gave her a blank look.
"I was told to-"
"I'm right here, Morgan," I said.
"Oh." Morgan stepped inside to me. Introductions were made, and I sensed Morgan becoming more comfortable. Eliza made dinner. We all sat down and began to eat. CIARAN'S POV
I fell back down onto the couch in my New York apartment. I was completely exsaughsted. It had been three weeks since I had done a dark wave spell. I had forgotten how exciting it was. How completely exhilarating. I was happy that I was back with Amyranth. Back home. The only thing missing was Maeve and Morgan. The rest of my family. Then I would be complete.
* Father? *
*Morgan? * Had it taken her this long to figure out I was gone? Why hadn't Maeve said anything? But Morgan didn't reply. I sent her another witch message, but felt myself being blocked. What was going on?
The first thing that came to my mind was the seeker. In my head I still called him the seeker, even though I promised Morgan I would call him Hunter. Well they don't know what I think. Anyway, I was wondering if the seeker had lured Morgan to... turn against me or something. Then I got it. They were tracking me! Oh Goddess, they were trying to find me.
*Jonathan, I need a removal spell NOW. *
*Right. *
The thing that always annoyed me about removal spells it that you couldn't do them to your self, or else the people you were trying to hide from would sense you. Another flaw was that seekers could usually break the spell. I hoped the seeker was not with Morgan.
"Ciaran!" Maeve's voice coming from the hallway. She unlocked the door magickally.
"Father?" Morgan.
"I know he's here." I heard Maeve say to Morgan. I wondered if it worked on soul mates.
"Ciaran?" Maeve stepped into the room I was in. I called Jonathan to strengthen the spell.
"He's here." Morgan said certainly.
"Are you sure? I really don't sense him anymore." Morgan gave Maeve a Look.
"Alright. If you think so." Maeve said.
Morgan took the Riordan athame out of her bag. Maeve paled but said nothing. Morgan began muttering words that I recognized as a revealing spell that was a specialty of Amyranth. We crafted that spell. It was dark magick. So how did Morgan know it? I felt the magick of the spell pressing in on me, and I felt myself slowly being revealed.
"Ciaran!" I stood up and looked at them, silent. Then I through a binding spell on them. Maeve looked at me in disbelief, but Morgan just smiled.
"Weg mit dem Binden." She said, using yet another one of Amyranth's dark spells. She deflected the binding spell with a wave of her hand.
"Morgan. How do you know these spells? Are you finally ready to join me in Amyranth."
Morgan's smile faltered. "You don't remember? A couple of months ago when you tried to kill me? You did a tath meanma on me and figured out who I was? (The calling) Yes, I remember spells from that. Many more than you think." I felt pain remembering that day. I had come so close to killing her, the one thing that made me bring Maeve back.
"Morgan...."
"Do you mind?" Maeve said. I smiled at her as I took off the binding.
"Sorry."
Maeve made no reply.
"Are you ready to come back to us now? Did you send the dark wave yet?" Morgan surprised me with that, and I nodded my head.
"But you two have to remember, I love you both, but when Amyranth needs me, I can't let them down." Maeve and Morgan nodded.
"But I can't let you down either. Maeve, how would you feel about a little wedding?"
Maeve and Morgan grinned. "Who's?"
I laughed. "Ours."
Maeve kissed me then, and I heard Morgan say "Ugh." And walk out of the room. I laughed against Maeve. MRS. ROWLANDS
"Morgan!" I called as she walked through the door. She was late. Why had she taken off to New York in the middle of the day? And who were those people she was with? More of her family? I walked into the hallway. Great. Morgan decided to bring her father and her mother to dinner today.
Well I won't have it, I thought. I've put up with enough of this. I'm still her Mom no matter what these people think. And isn't Maeve Riordan supposed to be dead? What if I just took a knife and killed her....
"Mom? This is-"
"I know who they are. And I don't want them in this house. I'm sorry Morgan," I said as she gaped. "But this is my house and you are still my child. I don't care if your one of the most powerful witches of all time. I want you in your room, and these people to leave, now!" I think that worked. Morgan and her parents stared at each other for a long moment. I cleared my throat. Her father looked at me. He didn't say anything, but he stared hard. I felt a dizziness in my head—
"Morgan? Mary K.? Sean?" I looked at the two people standing in the hall by Morgan. Who were they? I looked at Morgan.
"Introduction, Morgan?" Mary K. and Sean gaped at Morgan and the two people with her.
"What did you do to her?!" Mary K. shouted. Morgan looked down. But the man looked at Mary K.
"It's a simple forgetting spell." This man had a faint Scottish accent. What were they talking about anyway? I hope this man was not a witch, talking about spells.
"Well?" I asked. "Morgan who are these people?" The women stood up.
"My name is..." She looked at Morgan who nodded for her to go on. "Is Maeve Riordan." She glanced at the man as I gasped. "Soon to be MacEwan."
"No." I shook my head. "Not possible. Maeve Riordan died 17 years ago. Who are you?" Morgan cleared her throat, and the woman looked down. The man grasped her hand.
"I'm Ciaran MacEwan." The man spoke up. The women nodded.
"And you?" I said to the women. "I'm still Maeve Riordan. My name hasn't changed in the last minute." A slight smile crossed Ciaran's face. Mary K and Sean were watching this tight-lipped. I sighed. "We're going for a DNA test. Now." Sean drove. We stopped at the blood center. (A/N I really don't know how these things work so give me a break here) We got out. I noticed 'Maeve' and Ciaran being openly affectionate. Jesus. How old were these people anyway? And were they withes? If that's what this witchcraft stuff has in store for Morgan then I don't want her doing it. We all went inside. I signed us in as the Rowlands, and the MacEwans, since 'Maeve' had said she was soon to be a MacEwan anyway. "Rowlands and Macwan?" "MacEwan." Ciaran said. "Oh." The receptionist nodded. "This way please." I watched Morgan and her friends out of the corner of her eye. Morgan was watching Ciaran closely. 'Maeve' kept giving Morgan these private smiles and Morgan kept smiling back. Once, Morgan laughed out loud while looking at Ciaran. What was wrong with her? I gave her a small be-quiet look, and she stopped. We all sat down on a hard bench. A person in a lab coat came out from a large white door. "Alright, who's getting the blood test done?" "Me and her." Ciaran pointed to himself then 'Maeve'. "Ok. Over here please." Ciaran and 'Maeve' put on sterile things too. They went inside the room. We waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, the doctor, Ciaran and 'Maeve' came out of the room. The doctor nodded to us. "Are you family, friends?" I hardly knew these people. And I wasn't about to say that I was a friend with someone that claimed to be Morgan's mother. "Family." Morgan said. She looked at us, then the doctor. "Well at least I am." I stared at her. What had she just said? WHAT had she just said? "Mhm. Ok, well, if you'll give me your address and number, I'll contact you with the results." Morgan gave it to him, and he thanked her. Then he gave us one more look and left. "Lets get out of here," Mary K. said. I felt a sudden rush of love for her. My daughter. Not some adopted witch who goes and finds her real parents. Doesn't Morgan appreciate the love we've given her?
~End of chapter! So did you like this chapter? I think I am one of the only people to ever have a pov that's Mrs.Rowlands. Wow. Special. Anyway.. I hoped you enjoyed it. Review! Oh yeah, one more thing, I'm starting a new story, Lost Sister, and I want people to read it.. PLEASE????~
Annnnnyway, I have it all planned out whats gonna happen. Too bad you don't know it!!! I guess you'll just have to read. (HINT HINT) MAEVE RIODRAN'S POV
*Maeve, I know that I'll be gone be the time you get this. *
I shot out of bed. I tried to respond to Ciaran witch message, but it was almost as if it was a recording that he was sending me.
*I had to go to New York. I couldn't help it. It's where I belong. *
I listened, slightly awed.
*Ever since you left me, they have been my family, and I can't desert them now. They needed me. *
Where- exactly- has he gone?
* I will return to you and Morgan, don't worry. Just give me some time. *
...
* Please tell Hunter not to do anything. *
That's what gave it away. Ciaran was going back to Amyranth. I listened for more, but Ciaran was finished. I sat in bed, wondering if I should tell Hunter anything at all. Well, he's going to notice Ciaran's absence anyway. I got out of bed. I smelt pancakes being made. I went downstairs.
"' Morning Maeve." Sky greeted me.
"Early riser." I murdered. Sky gave me an amused look, and poured a cup of tea. I took it gratefully.
"Pancakes?"
"Yes, please. Where's Hunter?"
"He went out earlier. Said something about Morgan. Didn't catch all of it." Sky smiled at me.
"Ok." I smiled back. I really liked Sky. I ate my pancakes and thanked her, then picked up my coat and went out.
I dropped a note at Morgan's house, telling her that I was going to New York and that she should follow me. I got her response when I was half way there.
*Mother, why New York? And where is Father? Hunter told me that he was gone. *
*You'll find out dear. Just come to New York. Meet me at 52nd street. It's a pale blue house. *
*Ok. * I had given her the address of my friend Eliza's house. She would let us stay over a few nights.
I. I like. I like puppies. I like puppies that. I like puppies that are. I like puppies that are green. I like puppies that are green and. I like puppies that are green and blue. (A/N Lol, that was fun. But please ignore anything that was just said about puppies. It has nothing to do with the story.)
I drove into the city and turned onto 52nd street. I parked in a parking garage across the street. I walked over to Eliza's house. It was then that I realized that Eliza thinks I'm dead. She's been thinking that I'm dead for the last 17 years. I swallowed. What to do? I decided to just go anyway. Eliza was a witch, she would understand.
I rang the doorbell, and a little boy opened the door. She had kids? The last time I saw her, she just had her boyfriend, Tim. Last time I saw her. I swallowed again. 17 years.
"Hello?" He said, as if he were talking on the phone.
"Hi, I'm-"
"Who is it Conor, honey?"
I stopped as I heard Eliza's voice coming from the inside of the house. She came to the door. She hadn't changed that much at all. She didn't look older or anything. Her eyes widened in acknowledgement, which was immediately replaced by disbelief.
"M- Who-Who are you?"
I gave her a slight smile. "You got it right." I said gently. "Its me, Maeve."
Eliza shook her head. "No, you can't. Your not, you, your dead!"
"Eliza, Its me. X brought me back." I used our code name for Ciaran. Eliza looked pale.
"Oh, Maeve! Your back!" Eliza hugged me, so I hugged her back. Connor was still there. Someone else came down the hall too. It took me a second to realize who it was. Oh my God! I looked at Eliza.
*THAT'S who you married??? *
*What? * She asked looking at her husband. Oh god.
*First of all, he's not our kind. How did you get Connor? *
Eliza glanced at her husband again. * Ever heard of the Ceremony of passing? * My eyes widened. *You did a Ceremony of Passing on him? You gave him your ancestors' powers? *
*Yeah. * I looked at her husband. He hadn't recognized me. How could he not? Oh dear, seeing him again brought back so many painful memories. Of home, of Belwicket, of Angus. Of Ma and Da.
It was David O'hern. I had written about him in my BOS. I though I had liked him when Angus confessed to loving me.
"David," Eliza said. "Connor, this is my old friend, Maeve."
David's eyes widened for a second thinking about who I could be, but I saw him dismiss the thought. Eliza invited me in. We all sat down on the couch. I plunged in.
"I'm Maeve, like Eliza said. Maeve Riordan." I watched David pale. "I was friends with Eliza for a long time before I... went." Connor walked out of the room. David stared at me. Eliza leaned forward.
"Was it X who.... Made you go? Didn't you say he brought you back though?"
"He did both. Not Y, (our name for Angus) but he and my daughter Morgan brought me back."
"What family was she given to?"
"Rowlands."
David had been silent, but he now spoke up. "I thought you had died. I didn't even know you knew Eliza. I thought you had died with the rest of Belwicket. I knew Angus, and knew that he loved you. What happened to him?"
"He died with me, in the barn."
"Barn?"
I explained my story.
"And he didn't... come back with you?"
"No," I said shortly. "He didn't."
"Oh."
"Well!" Eliza said. "Since we're all here, I'll cook up a nice dinner."
Just then the doorbell rang. Morgan.
"I hope you don't mind Eliza. I told my daughter to come here too. We have some business to take care of in the city, and you were the only place I could think of to come."
"Of course. I'm so honored you remembered me." Eliza opened the door.
"Hello, Morgan." She said. Morgan gave her a blank look.
"I was told to-"
"I'm right here, Morgan," I said.
"Oh." Morgan stepped inside to me. Introductions were made, and I sensed Morgan becoming more comfortable. Eliza made dinner. We all sat down and began to eat. CIARAN'S POV
I fell back down onto the couch in my New York apartment. I was completely exsaughsted. It had been three weeks since I had done a dark wave spell. I had forgotten how exciting it was. How completely exhilarating. I was happy that I was back with Amyranth. Back home. The only thing missing was Maeve and Morgan. The rest of my family. Then I would be complete.
* Father? *
*Morgan? * Had it taken her this long to figure out I was gone? Why hadn't Maeve said anything? But Morgan didn't reply. I sent her another witch message, but felt myself being blocked. What was going on?
The first thing that came to my mind was the seeker. In my head I still called him the seeker, even though I promised Morgan I would call him Hunter. Well they don't know what I think. Anyway, I was wondering if the seeker had lured Morgan to... turn against me or something. Then I got it. They were tracking me! Oh Goddess, they were trying to find me.
*Jonathan, I need a removal spell NOW. *
*Right. *
The thing that always annoyed me about removal spells it that you couldn't do them to your self, or else the people you were trying to hide from would sense you. Another flaw was that seekers could usually break the spell. I hoped the seeker was not with Morgan.
"Ciaran!" Maeve's voice coming from the hallway. She unlocked the door magickally.
"Father?" Morgan.
"I know he's here." I heard Maeve say to Morgan. I wondered if it worked on soul mates.
"Ciaran?" Maeve stepped into the room I was in. I called Jonathan to strengthen the spell.
"He's here." Morgan said certainly.
"Are you sure? I really don't sense him anymore." Morgan gave Maeve a Look.
"Alright. If you think so." Maeve said.
Morgan took the Riordan athame out of her bag. Maeve paled but said nothing. Morgan began muttering words that I recognized as a revealing spell that was a specialty of Amyranth. We crafted that spell. It was dark magick. So how did Morgan know it? I felt the magick of the spell pressing in on me, and I felt myself slowly being revealed.
"Ciaran!" I stood up and looked at them, silent. Then I through a binding spell on them. Maeve looked at me in disbelief, but Morgan just smiled.
"Weg mit dem Binden." She said, using yet another one of Amyranth's dark spells. She deflected the binding spell with a wave of her hand.
"Morgan. How do you know these spells? Are you finally ready to join me in Amyranth."
Morgan's smile faltered. "You don't remember? A couple of months ago when you tried to kill me? You did a tath meanma on me and figured out who I was? (The calling) Yes, I remember spells from that. Many more than you think." I felt pain remembering that day. I had come so close to killing her, the one thing that made me bring Maeve back.
"Morgan...."
"Do you mind?" Maeve said. I smiled at her as I took off the binding.
"Sorry."
Maeve made no reply.
"Are you ready to come back to us now? Did you send the dark wave yet?" Morgan surprised me with that, and I nodded my head.
"But you two have to remember, I love you both, but when Amyranth needs me, I can't let them down." Maeve and Morgan nodded.
"But I can't let you down either. Maeve, how would you feel about a little wedding?"
Maeve and Morgan grinned. "Who's?"
I laughed. "Ours."
Maeve kissed me then, and I heard Morgan say "Ugh." And walk out of the room. I laughed against Maeve. MRS. ROWLANDS
"Morgan!" I called as she walked through the door. She was late. Why had she taken off to New York in the middle of the day? And who were those people she was with? More of her family? I walked into the hallway. Great. Morgan decided to bring her father and her mother to dinner today.
Well I won't have it, I thought. I've put up with enough of this. I'm still her Mom no matter what these people think. And isn't Maeve Riordan supposed to be dead? What if I just took a knife and killed her....
"Mom? This is-"
"I know who they are. And I don't want them in this house. I'm sorry Morgan," I said as she gaped. "But this is my house and you are still my child. I don't care if your one of the most powerful witches of all time. I want you in your room, and these people to leave, now!" I think that worked. Morgan and her parents stared at each other for a long moment. I cleared my throat. Her father looked at me. He didn't say anything, but he stared hard. I felt a dizziness in my head—
"Morgan? Mary K.? Sean?" I looked at the two people standing in the hall by Morgan. Who were they? I looked at Morgan.
"Introduction, Morgan?" Mary K. and Sean gaped at Morgan and the two people with her.
"What did you do to her?!" Mary K. shouted. Morgan looked down. But the man looked at Mary K.
"It's a simple forgetting spell." This man had a faint Scottish accent. What were they talking about anyway? I hope this man was not a witch, talking about spells.
"Well?" I asked. "Morgan who are these people?" The women stood up.
"My name is..." She looked at Morgan who nodded for her to go on. "Is Maeve Riordan." She glanced at the man as I gasped. "Soon to be MacEwan."
"No." I shook my head. "Not possible. Maeve Riordan died 17 years ago. Who are you?" Morgan cleared her throat, and the woman looked down. The man grasped her hand.
"I'm Ciaran MacEwan." The man spoke up. The women nodded.
"And you?" I said to the women. "I'm still Maeve Riordan. My name hasn't changed in the last minute." A slight smile crossed Ciaran's face. Mary K and Sean were watching this tight-lipped. I sighed. "We're going for a DNA test. Now." Sean drove. We stopped at the blood center. (A/N I really don't know how these things work so give me a break here) We got out. I noticed 'Maeve' and Ciaran being openly affectionate. Jesus. How old were these people anyway? And were they withes? If that's what this witchcraft stuff has in store for Morgan then I don't want her doing it. We all went inside. I signed us in as the Rowlands, and the MacEwans, since 'Maeve' had said she was soon to be a MacEwan anyway. "Rowlands and Macwan?" "MacEwan." Ciaran said. "Oh." The receptionist nodded. "This way please." I watched Morgan and her friends out of the corner of her eye. Morgan was watching Ciaran closely. 'Maeve' kept giving Morgan these private smiles and Morgan kept smiling back. Once, Morgan laughed out loud while looking at Ciaran. What was wrong with her? I gave her a small be-quiet look, and she stopped. We all sat down on a hard bench. A person in a lab coat came out from a large white door. "Alright, who's getting the blood test done?" "Me and her." Ciaran pointed to himself then 'Maeve'. "Ok. Over here please." Ciaran and 'Maeve' put on sterile things too. They went inside the room. We waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, the doctor, Ciaran and 'Maeve' came out of the room. The doctor nodded to us. "Are you family, friends?" I hardly knew these people. And I wasn't about to say that I was a friend with someone that claimed to be Morgan's mother. "Family." Morgan said. She looked at us, then the doctor. "Well at least I am." I stared at her. What had she just said? WHAT had she just said? "Mhm. Ok, well, if you'll give me your address and number, I'll contact you with the results." Morgan gave it to him, and he thanked her. Then he gave us one more look and left. "Lets get out of here," Mary K. said. I felt a sudden rush of love for her. My daughter. Not some adopted witch who goes and finds her real parents. Doesn't Morgan appreciate the love we've given her?
~End of chapter! So did you like this chapter? I think I am one of the only people to ever have a pov that's Mrs.Rowlands. Wow. Special. Anyway.. I hoped you enjoyed it. Review! Oh yeah, one more thing, I'm starting a new story, Lost Sister, and I want people to read it.. PLEASE????~