When the sun started to set, I headed home. I drove into the garage,
looking out for anybody. I saw all of them, thanks to my magesight. They
backed off immediately when I approached.
In my room, I changed into my robe, and meditated for a while, trying to clear my mind.
An hour later, I went downstairs, many Amyranth members were already milling around the circle room.
When dad came in, all chatter died away, they formed a circle around me immediately. "Do you still wish to join our order?" dad asked me. "Yes," I replied firmly.
Than, all the members bombarded me with questions about the history of Amyranth, spells, stars, phases of the moon... everything.
Half an hour later, it was finally over. Dad gave a small speech, about me, what he wanted to do in the coming months...
Once it was over, I trudged to my room and fell asleep without even taking off my robe.
On Saturday morning, I woke up squinting at the bright sunlight. [There will be an Amyranth circle this evening; we are planning to send the dark wave on a coven in Widow's Vale, Starlocket. Get ready.] Dad's voice suddenly rang in my head. I gasped in horror. Starlocket! It was Alyce's coven! I wouldn't send a dark wave on them, not ever!
But, I couldn't tell my dad that. He really would kill me. [Why Starlocket?] I asked him. [They have things we want,] he replied simply. I knew that Amyranth would not stop at anything to gain power. And according to my ancestors, traditional woodbanes, knowledge was power and power, above all. Oh no. It looked like I really would have to participate in the sending of the dark wave. Looking out the window, I noticed that Kithic still hadn't left. Should I tell Hunter? I wondered. If I did, maybe his father really could figure out a way to stop it. After all, they did have Rose MacEwan's diary.
No. I told myself sternly. Forget about him, he has nothing to do with you anymore. I reminded my softening heart.
That night, I reluctantly stepped into the circle room, knowing I would regret this all my life. Dad greeted me cheerfully. "We won't be sending the dark wave anymore." He told me, I stared at him, my eyes full of silent questions. "You passed your loyalty test," he said, still I didn't understand. Loyalty test? Nobody told me about that! "It was a trick; we were never planning to send it on Kithic. I told you, and you didn't tell the seeker, you passed." He explained.
"Oh," I said softly, realizing now that they had fooled me. Feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I walked away from him. Seeing Killian standing in the corner somewhere, I went over to him. I soon saw that he was talking to a girl whose name I remembered was Matilda. She was about 10 or more years older than him. "Hey," I said to my brother. "Oh, hi sis," he replied, looking happy to see me. Matilda suddenly left, looking solemn. "What are you doing here?" I asked curiously. As far as I knew, Killian wasn't a member of Amyranth.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, making a hurt face. I laughed, "No, of course not." He smiled warmly. "Anyway, to answer your question, Da asked me to come here." He said, "Why?" I inquired. He shrugged, "Ask him," he gestured behind me; I turned and saw Dad coming towards us. [Speak of the devil.] I messaged to Killian. His laugh rang in my mind. I gave him a small, secret smile and turned to face our father.
"Morgan. I see you have found Killian." He said, rather formally, as if I had not met my brother before. I nodded curtly. He gestured towards the pre- drawn circle, indicating that we were about to start. Killian and I obediently joined the circle, standing next to each other. Ciaran led the circle, it soon turned into one of the most exhilarating I had ever experienced
In my room, I changed into my robe, and meditated for a while, trying to clear my mind.
An hour later, I went downstairs, many Amyranth members were already milling around the circle room.
When dad came in, all chatter died away, they formed a circle around me immediately. "Do you still wish to join our order?" dad asked me. "Yes," I replied firmly.
Than, all the members bombarded me with questions about the history of Amyranth, spells, stars, phases of the moon... everything.
Half an hour later, it was finally over. Dad gave a small speech, about me, what he wanted to do in the coming months...
Once it was over, I trudged to my room and fell asleep without even taking off my robe.
On Saturday morning, I woke up squinting at the bright sunlight. [There will be an Amyranth circle this evening; we are planning to send the dark wave on a coven in Widow's Vale, Starlocket. Get ready.] Dad's voice suddenly rang in my head. I gasped in horror. Starlocket! It was Alyce's coven! I wouldn't send a dark wave on them, not ever!
But, I couldn't tell my dad that. He really would kill me. [Why Starlocket?] I asked him. [They have things we want,] he replied simply. I knew that Amyranth would not stop at anything to gain power. And according to my ancestors, traditional woodbanes, knowledge was power and power, above all. Oh no. It looked like I really would have to participate in the sending of the dark wave. Looking out the window, I noticed that Kithic still hadn't left. Should I tell Hunter? I wondered. If I did, maybe his father really could figure out a way to stop it. After all, they did have Rose MacEwan's diary.
No. I told myself sternly. Forget about him, he has nothing to do with you anymore. I reminded my softening heart.
That night, I reluctantly stepped into the circle room, knowing I would regret this all my life. Dad greeted me cheerfully. "We won't be sending the dark wave anymore." He told me, I stared at him, my eyes full of silent questions. "You passed your loyalty test," he said, still I didn't understand. Loyalty test? Nobody told me about that! "It was a trick; we were never planning to send it on Kithic. I told you, and you didn't tell the seeker, you passed." He explained.
"Oh," I said softly, realizing now that they had fooled me. Feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment, I walked away from him. Seeing Killian standing in the corner somewhere, I went over to him. I soon saw that he was talking to a girl whose name I remembered was Matilda. She was about 10 or more years older than him. "Hey," I said to my brother. "Oh, hi sis," he replied, looking happy to see me. Matilda suddenly left, looking solemn. "What are you doing here?" I asked curiously. As far as I knew, Killian wasn't a member of Amyranth.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, making a hurt face. I laughed, "No, of course not." He smiled warmly. "Anyway, to answer your question, Da asked me to come here." He said, "Why?" I inquired. He shrugged, "Ask him," he gestured behind me; I turned and saw Dad coming towards us. [Speak of the devil.] I messaged to Killian. His laugh rang in my mind. I gave him a small, secret smile and turned to face our father.
"Morgan. I see you have found Killian." He said, rather formally, as if I had not met my brother before. I nodded curtly. He gestured towards the pre- drawn circle, indicating that we were about to start. Killian and I obediently joined the circle, standing next to each other. Ciaran led the circle, it soon turned into one of the most exhilarating I had ever experienced