Inside my room, I sat on the bed and meditated. An image of Maeve suddenly
came into my mind; beautiful and perfect.
'Ciaran,' she said, her voice floating across my mind. "Maeve," o whispered. 'Do not harm our daughter.' She ordered, her delicate face rearranging into an angry one. 'I didn't do it on purpose,' I argued to her in my mind. 'I know you didn't,' she said, softening. 'She is loyal to you, don't hurt her,' she said again and her image disappeared, replaced by Morgan, as she ran up the stairs, I felt her hurt, anger and bafflement. As she lay on her bed, crying herself to sleep, I felt her sadness as if it were mine.
Morgan
I woke up feeling a throbbing in my cheek, but filled with a new determination. Maeve, my mother, had come to me in a dream last night. She had encouraged me to go on. She had told me that Dad did love me.
Today, I would join Amyranth and make him happy. I walked downstairs and found Dad in the living room. "Morning," I said, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Good Morning," he said. "Amyranth will be here in the evening," he went on, absently touching my cheek. Instantly, the throbbing went away and it felt less sore. "Okay, thanks," I said to him. He was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I told him, standing up. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Hunter and the rest of Kithic standing outside, on the porch.
"Can I help you?" I asked coldly. "Yes," Hunter replied just as icy, "Where is Ciaran MacEwan?" he asked. I sighed, "Oh fine, if you're sure..." [Dad, Hunter and the rest of Kithic are here; they want to see you,] I witched messaged him. [Okay, I'm coming.] He replied and seconds later, he appeared by my side.
"What do you want now?" dad asked Hunter, sounding very bored, "If it's not obvious enough, I want to strip you of your powers," Hunter said rudely. Dad laughed and I shook my head, amused at his arrogance. He knew that he wasn't strong enough.
"Don't waste my time," Dad said and made to close the door, but Hunter stopped him. "Let me give you a chance," Dad said mockingly and held out his hands, Hunter clipped the braigh onto them immediately. Far from hurting him, it dropped off Dad harmlessly. "Don't come back until you get stronger," Dad said and closed the door on them.
I watched Kithic from the living room window; they each walked off to different points outside the door. Half an hour later, they still hadn't gone. "I'm going out," I called to my Dad. "Okay, be careful, they're still out there!" he called back.
Picking my car keys off the mantel piece, I walked boldly out of the door. Once I stepped outside, I was cornered by Hunter and Sky, "What?" I snapped at them impatiently. "We're not going to let you go," Sky told me. "We'll see about that," I said to her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I sent a ball of white witch fire at her. She wasn't strong enough to deflect it and it hit her squarely on the chest. Hunter sent a ball of witch fire at me, but I grabbed his hand in a tath meanma divagnth and it dissolved harmlessly on the door, whereas Hunter had weakened.
The others advanced hesitantly. Once they were close enough, I cast a deflective spell and all of them were thrown backwards and landed on the grass. I got into my car and drove off, leaving them in my dusk.
I drove in circles around town for a while, thinking things through. Why would Hunter want to come her now? He knew that he could not beat Dad. And why had he brought Kithic? Wasn't that equal to sending them to their deathbeds? None of them were blood witches!
'Ciaran,' she said, her voice floating across my mind. "Maeve," o whispered. 'Do not harm our daughter.' She ordered, her delicate face rearranging into an angry one. 'I didn't do it on purpose,' I argued to her in my mind. 'I know you didn't,' she said, softening. 'She is loyal to you, don't hurt her,' she said again and her image disappeared, replaced by Morgan, as she ran up the stairs, I felt her hurt, anger and bafflement. As she lay on her bed, crying herself to sleep, I felt her sadness as if it were mine.
Morgan
I woke up feeling a throbbing in my cheek, but filled with a new determination. Maeve, my mother, had come to me in a dream last night. She had encouraged me to go on. She had told me that Dad did love me.
Today, I would join Amyranth and make him happy. I walked downstairs and found Dad in the living room. "Morning," I said, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Good Morning," he said. "Amyranth will be here in the evening," he went on, absently touching my cheek. Instantly, the throbbing went away and it felt less sore. "Okay, thanks," I said to him. He was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," I told him, standing up. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Hunter and the rest of Kithic standing outside, on the porch.
"Can I help you?" I asked coldly. "Yes," Hunter replied just as icy, "Where is Ciaran MacEwan?" he asked. I sighed, "Oh fine, if you're sure..." [Dad, Hunter and the rest of Kithic are here; they want to see you,] I witched messaged him. [Okay, I'm coming.] He replied and seconds later, he appeared by my side.
"What do you want now?" dad asked Hunter, sounding very bored, "If it's not obvious enough, I want to strip you of your powers," Hunter said rudely. Dad laughed and I shook my head, amused at his arrogance. He knew that he wasn't strong enough.
"Don't waste my time," Dad said and made to close the door, but Hunter stopped him. "Let me give you a chance," Dad said mockingly and held out his hands, Hunter clipped the braigh onto them immediately. Far from hurting him, it dropped off Dad harmlessly. "Don't come back until you get stronger," Dad said and closed the door on them.
I watched Kithic from the living room window; they each walked off to different points outside the door. Half an hour later, they still hadn't gone. "I'm going out," I called to my Dad. "Okay, be careful, they're still out there!" he called back.
Picking my car keys off the mantel piece, I walked boldly out of the door. Once I stepped outside, I was cornered by Hunter and Sky, "What?" I snapped at them impatiently. "We're not going to let you go," Sky told me. "We'll see about that," I said to her. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I sent a ball of white witch fire at her. She wasn't strong enough to deflect it and it hit her squarely on the chest. Hunter sent a ball of witch fire at me, but I grabbed his hand in a tath meanma divagnth and it dissolved harmlessly on the door, whereas Hunter had weakened.
The others advanced hesitantly. Once they were close enough, I cast a deflective spell and all of them were thrown backwards and landed on the grass. I got into my car and drove off, leaving them in my dusk.
I drove in circles around town for a while, thinking things through. Why would Hunter want to come her now? He knew that he could not beat Dad. And why had he brought Kithic? Wasn't that equal to sending them to their deathbeds? None of them were blood witches!