5 hours later, the plane had landed and Morgan had awoken. Killian met us
at the airport in MY car and drove us to the house I had in Scotland. He
would be staying with us for a while.
Morgan
We stepped in, like Mr. Warren's house; it didn't look much lived in. everything was neat and in order, nothing was out of place. Killian showed me my room and told me that he would just be next door, "You're welcome anytime," he had told me.
It was already late night, after I had unpacked, I fell asleep immediately.
I woke up at 2a.m., sobbing. I had dreamed of my adoptive family and Hunter and Kithic. I already missed them. Remembering Killian's words, I crept into his room; he woke up immediately, all traces of sleep gone. "Nightmares, Morgan?" he asked knowingly, "No, I dreamt of Kithic," I replied shyly.
Killian nodded understandingly, patting the space next to him, I lay down next to him and he put his arm around me. Offering me the warmth I knew I would only get from my real family. With Killian's protective arm around me, reassuring me, I fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, Ciaran came into Killian's room and was shocked to see us in the same bed. He shot Killian and angry glare. I could tell they were witch messaging, I tried to listen. [Its okay, Da, she had a nightmare, I was comforting her, we didn't do anything, don't worry.] Killian sent to Ciaran. [What kind of nightmare?] Ciaran sent back. [I don't know, she didn't tell me,] Killian replied innocently. [Fine. Get out of this room. I want to talk to her.] Ciaran ordered him rudely. Killian turned to me, thinking that I didn't know what was going on. "I have to be somewhere," he said, "Have fun," he told me and rolled his eyes. Than, he stalked off. "Fathers," I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Morgan," Ciaran said, "You will be trained here, in Scotland, until you are initiated, than, we will go to New York, where Amyranth is." He said. "Are you alright?" he asked suddenly, gesturing to my cheek. I touched my cheek, which still hurt a little. I nodded slightly. "Gifted teachers will be coming in from all over the world, don't let me down. They will arrive tomorrow, you can do anything you want today," he told me. "Oh, so now you're controlling my life," I said bitterly, "No, I just want the best for you," he replied and walked off.
I stood silently in the room, wondering whether I had made the right decision about coming with him. His name alone brought so many conflicting emotions. Anger, fear, regret, confusion and even, I was ashamed to admit it- Love? Almost admiration? He was so powerful, so focused. He had no uncertainty in his life: his path was clear, I envied that.
Silently, I walked out of Killian's room and into mine. After changing into some presentable clothes, I walked into the living room. Killian was lounging in the sofa there. "Oh, hey, Morgan," he greeted me, "Da asked me to give you these," he tossed me a set of keys on a key chain. One was a car key and the other was (I assumed) the house key.
"Come with me," he said, walking to the garage. In there, I saw the jaguar that Killian had drove yesterday, a beautiful BMW and a black eclipse spyder that was engraved with runes of protection, identification. "That one," he pointed at the BMW, "is yours, Da bought it for you," he told me. "See how much he favors you? I had to buy my car MYSELF," Killian said bitterly, I knew he was only joking. "Thanks, Killian. I think I'm gonna go out, you know, explore the place." I told him. "Okay, hold on for a minute," he said, tugging at his jeans pocket, a generous amount of cash came out. "Da also told me to give you this," he handed me the bills to me.
"Whoa," I said, "Thanks again, Bye!" I hugged him. Then I got into my car and drove off.
Morgan
We stepped in, like Mr. Warren's house; it didn't look much lived in. everything was neat and in order, nothing was out of place. Killian showed me my room and told me that he would just be next door, "You're welcome anytime," he had told me.
It was already late night, after I had unpacked, I fell asleep immediately.
I woke up at 2a.m., sobbing. I had dreamed of my adoptive family and Hunter and Kithic. I already missed them. Remembering Killian's words, I crept into his room; he woke up immediately, all traces of sleep gone. "Nightmares, Morgan?" he asked knowingly, "No, I dreamt of Kithic," I replied shyly.
Killian nodded understandingly, patting the space next to him, I lay down next to him and he put his arm around me. Offering me the warmth I knew I would only get from my real family. With Killian's protective arm around me, reassuring me, I fell asleep peacefully.
The next morning, Ciaran came into Killian's room and was shocked to see us in the same bed. He shot Killian and angry glare. I could tell they were witch messaging, I tried to listen. [Its okay, Da, she had a nightmare, I was comforting her, we didn't do anything, don't worry.] Killian sent to Ciaran. [What kind of nightmare?] Ciaran sent back. [I don't know, she didn't tell me,] Killian replied innocently. [Fine. Get out of this room. I want to talk to her.] Ciaran ordered him rudely. Killian turned to me, thinking that I didn't know what was going on. "I have to be somewhere," he said, "Have fun," he told me and rolled his eyes. Than, he stalked off. "Fathers," I heard him mutter under his breath.
"Morgan," Ciaran said, "You will be trained here, in Scotland, until you are initiated, than, we will go to New York, where Amyranth is." He said. "Are you alright?" he asked suddenly, gesturing to my cheek. I touched my cheek, which still hurt a little. I nodded slightly. "Gifted teachers will be coming in from all over the world, don't let me down. They will arrive tomorrow, you can do anything you want today," he told me. "Oh, so now you're controlling my life," I said bitterly, "No, I just want the best for you," he replied and walked off.
I stood silently in the room, wondering whether I had made the right decision about coming with him. His name alone brought so many conflicting emotions. Anger, fear, regret, confusion and even, I was ashamed to admit it- Love? Almost admiration? He was so powerful, so focused. He had no uncertainty in his life: his path was clear, I envied that.
Silently, I walked out of Killian's room and into mine. After changing into some presentable clothes, I walked into the living room. Killian was lounging in the sofa there. "Oh, hey, Morgan," he greeted me, "Da asked me to give you these," he tossed me a set of keys on a key chain. One was a car key and the other was (I assumed) the house key.
"Come with me," he said, walking to the garage. In there, I saw the jaguar that Killian had drove yesterday, a beautiful BMW and a black eclipse spyder that was engraved with runes of protection, identification. "That one," he pointed at the BMW, "is yours, Da bought it for you," he told me. "See how much he favors you? I had to buy my car MYSELF," Killian said bitterly, I knew he was only joking. "Thanks, Killian. I think I'm gonna go out, you know, explore the place." I told him. "Okay, hold on for a minute," he said, tugging at his jeans pocket, a generous amount of cash came out. "Da also told me to give you this," he handed me the bills to me.
"Whoa," I said, "Thanks again, Bye!" I hugged him. Then I got into my car and drove off.