On Monday, when I went down for breakfast, dad said to me, "Since you're
alright, you will be initiated tomorrow," I nodded, "Okay," and continued
eating.
When I cam came out of the coma, my lingering love and affection for everything I had left behind – Hunter, Kithic, Mary K., my parents – had evaporated. If they really loved me, they would let me do what I choose to do, not try to trap me.
That afternoon, I looked through all the books in Dad's library. They were amazing! I searched for a protection spell that could protect me from specific people.
Finally, I found one in an ancient-looking book. It was written in Gaelic. I searched the house for all the ingredients I would need and luckily, I found them. The spell was fairly easy. I placed 5 white candles around me in a star shape. I sat in the middle and meditated, concentrating on Hunter, Kithic, and my other family.
Soon, I felt the images from my mind dissolve into nothingness and I knew that the spell was complete.
I stood up and began clearing up, taking care to place the book in the right place.
Looking at my watch, I saw that it was already 7! I ran up the stairs to my room to try and make myself presentable. Dad had told me that somebody would be coming for dinner tonight.
When I finally went down, Dad was there, so was Killian, but there was no visitor. I decided not to mention it. When the doorbell rang, I went to get it; my senses told me the person was a witch long before my eyes saw the blonde woman standing outside our door.
Assuming this woman was 'the visitor'; I greeted her politely and invited her in, gesturing to the kitchen. Ciaran When Edna came into the kitchen; I immediately knew something was wrong, I had been expecting Silvia. [Where is Silvia?] I demanded in Edna's head. [She's dead,] came her angry reply. [The seeker got her.] She explained. Hearing this, I cursed out loud. Morgan and Killian looked at me in bafflement. Edna explained to them what had happened. I looked at Morgan, expecting some kind of reaction but all I got was a blank, impassive face. "Its time for him to die, he opposes us time and again." I said angrily, Edna nodded in agreement, Killian, too. Morgan, unsurprisingly, disagreed.
"You don't have to participate in the rite," I told her, "But you'll be on big trouble if I find out you have warned him," Killian and Edna suddenly left the room. Morgan I went stiff with fear when I heard Dad's words, "you'll be in deep trouble if I find out you have warned him." But I had already sent Hunter a witch message! Deciding to go for the truthful approach, I said timidly, "Erm... Dad? I already sent him a message." What could he possibly do to me? For all I cared, he could slap me again. That wouldn't hurt. I just hoped he wouldn't do something worse. "You still love him, don't you?" he asked me, "I don't know," I replied disdainfully.
Before I even realized it, he slapped me yet again. I cried out in pain, "I wouldn't say that to my father if I were you," he told me, "Especially if he were much stronger than me." He went on. Turning my back on him, I ran up to my room, locking the door magickally, so that he wouldn't be able to get in. I sat on the bed, crying silently until I finally fell asleep.
Ciaran
I don't know why in hell I slapped her again. I was just so angry with the seeker, when I found out she still loved him, I blew up.
I walked up the stairs to my room, I stopped outside Morgan's locked door and cast my senses, she was sleeping soundly. I tried to unlock the door, but failed. She had locked it with magick! It looked like this time round; she wouldn't forgive me so eas
When I cam came out of the coma, my lingering love and affection for everything I had left behind – Hunter, Kithic, Mary K., my parents – had evaporated. If they really loved me, they would let me do what I choose to do, not try to trap me.
That afternoon, I looked through all the books in Dad's library. They were amazing! I searched for a protection spell that could protect me from specific people.
Finally, I found one in an ancient-looking book. It was written in Gaelic. I searched the house for all the ingredients I would need and luckily, I found them. The spell was fairly easy. I placed 5 white candles around me in a star shape. I sat in the middle and meditated, concentrating on Hunter, Kithic, and my other family.
Soon, I felt the images from my mind dissolve into nothingness and I knew that the spell was complete.
I stood up and began clearing up, taking care to place the book in the right place.
Looking at my watch, I saw that it was already 7! I ran up the stairs to my room to try and make myself presentable. Dad had told me that somebody would be coming for dinner tonight.
When I finally went down, Dad was there, so was Killian, but there was no visitor. I decided not to mention it. When the doorbell rang, I went to get it; my senses told me the person was a witch long before my eyes saw the blonde woman standing outside our door.
Assuming this woman was 'the visitor'; I greeted her politely and invited her in, gesturing to the kitchen. Ciaran When Edna came into the kitchen; I immediately knew something was wrong, I had been expecting Silvia. [Where is Silvia?] I demanded in Edna's head. [She's dead,] came her angry reply. [The seeker got her.] She explained. Hearing this, I cursed out loud. Morgan and Killian looked at me in bafflement. Edna explained to them what had happened. I looked at Morgan, expecting some kind of reaction but all I got was a blank, impassive face. "Its time for him to die, he opposes us time and again." I said angrily, Edna nodded in agreement, Killian, too. Morgan, unsurprisingly, disagreed.
"You don't have to participate in the rite," I told her, "But you'll be on big trouble if I find out you have warned him," Killian and Edna suddenly left the room. Morgan I went stiff with fear when I heard Dad's words, "you'll be in deep trouble if I find out you have warned him." But I had already sent Hunter a witch message! Deciding to go for the truthful approach, I said timidly, "Erm... Dad? I already sent him a message." What could he possibly do to me? For all I cared, he could slap me again. That wouldn't hurt. I just hoped he wouldn't do something worse. "You still love him, don't you?" he asked me, "I don't know," I replied disdainfully.
Before I even realized it, he slapped me yet again. I cried out in pain, "I wouldn't say that to my father if I were you," he told me, "Especially if he were much stronger than me." He went on. Turning my back on him, I ran up to my room, locking the door magickally, so that he wouldn't be able to get in. I sat on the bed, crying silently until I finally fell asleep.
Ciaran
I don't know why in hell I slapped her again. I was just so angry with the seeker, when I found out she still loved him, I blew up.
I walked up the stairs to my room, I stopped outside Morgan's locked door and cast my senses, she was sleeping soundly. I tried to unlock the door, but failed. She had locked it with magick! It looked like this time round; she wouldn't forgive me so eas