He held me while I cried, muttering soothing spells, not caring that I was
soaking his shirt. "I love you, Morgan, know that," he whispered when my
tears subsided. Touched, I whispered back, "I love you, too, Dad. I mean it
this time." Than I ran out of the room.
In the safety of my room, I sat down to think things over. Maybe, I really could have a relationship with this man who had fathered me.
What I had said in the circle room, was true. Deep in my gut, I knew that I did love him. Was it possible not to? He was my father; he was powerful, handsome and charismatic. Who wouldn't want to know him?
Was it possible for me to forget Hunter, Kithic, my other family? Was it possible for me to have a new life, here, with my real family? A small, truthful voice inside me answered: Yes.
Suddenly, being the Princess of Darkness seemed much more appealing. I would have my father's pride, love and protection, but more importantly, I would have a real family, a place where I belonged.
I fell asleep with that knowledge; I was safe here, with my father's protection.
The next day, I trotted down the stairs to find my father and a few other unfamiliar people in the kitchen. All chatter died down when I entered the room. I figured they were the 'gifted teachers' dad had been talking about.
"Morgan, these people are here to teach you, until you are initiated," dad said. "Oh, hi!" I said brightly.
[Okay.. so when do we start?] I sent to my dad. [Now, with Eric MacGothen.] He replied. "Eric, come on, lets start." Dad said out loud. "Coming!" a red headed man in his 30s called back. We went into the circle room. "I'll see you at lunch," dad said to me, than he left. "Okay," Eric said, "I'll be teaching you in divination, you know, scrying and all that stuff." He said with a wink. "okay," I said. "First of all," Eric continued, "what do you scry with?" he asked me. "Fire," I replied automatically. "I guessed as much," he said.
I spent the next few hours perfecting my scrying, learning all my runes, tarot and so on with Eric. He was a very good teacher; he had a way of making me understand everything perfectly.
I didn't even realize I was hungry until lunch was laid out in front of me. Eric had disappeared after our lesson. I sat at the table with my father. "Thanks, dad, did you cook this?" I asked, taking a bite of the spaghetti in front of me. I looked up at him, his face was flushed with emotion, probably because of the word, 'dad'. Obviously, he hadn't taken me seriously last night. "Yes, I did." He finally said, collecting himself.
I took another bite of the spaghetti, it was delicious! "Mmmm," I groaned. "You have to teach me to cook this one day," I told him. "Is that a compliment?" he asked, "Well, thank you." He joked.
After I finished his delicious lunch, Dad told me that Carla Davis would be coming next. I went back to the circle room to wait for her. Every time I came into the circle room, I didn't have time to look around. Now, I saw that the room was filled with floor-to-ceiling book shelves. I walked closer to the shelves and picked up a random book. I saw that it was about spell craft. Flipping through the book, I found many good spells. Some requiring the use of "dark magick" but, that was a small price to pay, wasn't it?
Soon, Carla arrived. Like Eric, she was nice, friendly and kind. She told me that she would be teaching me spell craft; how to craft spells, what kind of spells suited what and so on. She was a wyndykell, a gifted spell crafter.
In the safety of my room, I sat down to think things over. Maybe, I really could have a relationship with this man who had fathered me.
What I had said in the circle room, was true. Deep in my gut, I knew that I did love him. Was it possible not to? He was my father; he was powerful, handsome and charismatic. Who wouldn't want to know him?
Was it possible for me to forget Hunter, Kithic, my other family? Was it possible for me to have a new life, here, with my real family? A small, truthful voice inside me answered: Yes.
Suddenly, being the Princess of Darkness seemed much more appealing. I would have my father's pride, love and protection, but more importantly, I would have a real family, a place where I belonged.
I fell asleep with that knowledge; I was safe here, with my father's protection.
The next day, I trotted down the stairs to find my father and a few other unfamiliar people in the kitchen. All chatter died down when I entered the room. I figured they were the 'gifted teachers' dad had been talking about.
"Morgan, these people are here to teach you, until you are initiated," dad said. "Oh, hi!" I said brightly.
[Okay.. so when do we start?] I sent to my dad. [Now, with Eric MacGothen.] He replied. "Eric, come on, lets start." Dad said out loud. "Coming!" a red headed man in his 30s called back. We went into the circle room. "I'll see you at lunch," dad said to me, than he left. "Okay," Eric said, "I'll be teaching you in divination, you know, scrying and all that stuff." He said with a wink. "okay," I said. "First of all," Eric continued, "what do you scry with?" he asked me. "Fire," I replied automatically. "I guessed as much," he said.
I spent the next few hours perfecting my scrying, learning all my runes, tarot and so on with Eric. He was a very good teacher; he had a way of making me understand everything perfectly.
I didn't even realize I was hungry until lunch was laid out in front of me. Eric had disappeared after our lesson. I sat at the table with my father. "Thanks, dad, did you cook this?" I asked, taking a bite of the spaghetti in front of me. I looked up at him, his face was flushed with emotion, probably because of the word, 'dad'. Obviously, he hadn't taken me seriously last night. "Yes, I did." He finally said, collecting himself.
I took another bite of the spaghetti, it was delicious! "Mmmm," I groaned. "You have to teach me to cook this one day," I told him. "Is that a compliment?" he asked, "Well, thank you." He joked.
After I finished his delicious lunch, Dad told me that Carla Davis would be coming next. I went back to the circle room to wait for her. Every time I came into the circle room, I didn't have time to look around. Now, I saw that the room was filled with floor-to-ceiling book shelves. I walked closer to the shelves and picked up a random book. I saw that it was about spell craft. Flipping through the book, I found many good spells. Some requiring the use of "dark magick" but, that was a small price to pay, wasn't it?
Soon, Carla arrived. Like Eric, she was nice, friendly and kind. She told me that she would be teaching me spell craft; how to craft spells, what kind of spells suited what and so on. She was a wyndykell, a gifted spell crafter.