Ok – my computer is still acting retarded but know I'm up at my grandma's house so I got he computer to work with – so let's see how much I can write of this story before its time to go home. Forever sunshine – u asked about Gaelic – I've been trying to learn it for a while – so that's how I was able to put it in that poem. This chap is dedicated to my best UK friend – Sunshine-faery – I'm attempting to write this again – lets pray it works….

Chapter 6

Hunter

Ciaran is here. Hopefully he will believe me about Morgan. Just mentioning her name makes me remember last night. Last night was perfect. When I had fallowed her in her car, I had no idea that we would go that far. I could feel the power surging through us. Never before had I felt anything like that. Although there have been others, she was different. I felt as if my soul was finally filled. I am the yin, the shady, secret and dark and she is my yang, the clear, bright, and complete opposite side of me. All through out history, opposites have attracted to one another – male to female, the north and south on magnets, and the ever so ancient yin and yang. Yesterday, I realized something while in the back of that car. She is my yang, she is my Muirn beatha dan.

Giomanach

"Look, I want you to just meet her. You will see what I am talking about when she comes here." I watched as Ciaran sighed deeply and looked up with disapproval. I had called him over here last night after I had brought Morgan back to her flat. Although it had taken me until today to finally tell him my suspicions of Morgan being his daughter, I knew he would not belief me. But if he saw her, if he actually talked to her…maybe he would see it as well.

"Giomanach, I would trust you with my life, and because of that trust, I will meet this girl." My heart sank with relief.

"You won't be sorry, I promise Ciaran, just look into her eyes, and you'll see the same thing I see."

Forty minuets later there was a knock on the door and I raced to answer it. Morgan came racing in and I glanced outside to see that it was snowing outside. "How did things go with your parents?" she didn't answer me, and after doing a quick scan, I noticed how nervous and…scared she was. "Morgan, what's wrong?"

"For the past couple of hours I could swear I was being watched." Doing another scan of Morgan I saw straight away what she was talking about. Someone was watching her, and if it was the person I believed it to be, he was using a scrying stone to do so.

"Morgan, I want you to clear your mine and picture a wall coming up, this wall will protect your mind from letting anyone enter. Picture the wall deflecting any unwanted energy." I said this in the calmest voice possible, and watched as she closed her eyes and did so. A couple seconds later she opened her eyes and nodded her head. "It's gone"

"Good, ready to meet Ciaran?" I told Morgan over the phone that I wanted her to meet him, I didn't really tell her why, I just said that it was important. I think she would have come no matter what though. I brought her into my living room where Ciaran was waiting. I knew that he was on my side right when he saw her due to the short glimpse of shock on his face and the accidental name he called out.

"Bradhadair?" I knew the name well, although I doubt Morgan had ever heard it. It was Maeve's Wiccan name. Am I right, Neimhidh? I sent Ciaran the message making sure to use his Wiccan name to show how serious I was. That he did not return my message was enough to say that he was starting to believe me.

"Am I missing something here? Or are you two just doing that little witchy talky thing?" I looked at Morgan, who was glancing from Ciaran to me to Ciaran again.

"Morgan, have a seat will you?" I said as I dropped to the couch and patted the seat next to me. She sat down next to me, and I pulled her into my arms, ignoring Ciaran's surprised stare "something you want to tell me, Hunter?"

"It isn't the time, Ciaran." I turned to Morgan and asked the question I knew would settle this. "Morgan, we know that you just found out that you were adopted, but do you know who your birth parents are?"

She seemed a little shocked by the question, but still answered the question. "My birth certificate said that my father's name was Angus Bramson and my mother was Maeve Roirdan." I immediately felt the vibrations change in the room, and judging from the way she tensed, Morgan felt it too. Ciaran was definitely not too happy about what he had just heard. He got up and walked into the kitchen. From the sounds, and smell that was coming from Ciaran's way. I would presume that he had just thrown a pretty large ball of witch fire at the kitchen wall.

"Hey, will you calm yourself down, your going to burn the house down if you're not careful." I glanced at Morgan and sent a soothing spell towards her. She had so many mixed emotions coming off her it was hard to tell what she was feeling.

"What's wrong?" she asked. I knew that it wasn't my job to tell her, that it was Ciaran's, so I just pulled her into a closer hug and kissed her on the forehead for reassurance. When Ciaran finally did come out of the kitchen he came out laughing and staring directly at Morgan. He looked like some psychopathic killer looking at his next victim. I had never seen him like this.

"It's funny that Maeve would say that Angus was you father." Ciaran laughed, "You look nothing like him."

Morgan was obviously shocked by this since she stuttered "yo…you... knew my birth parents?" I knew Morgan was going to be even more shocked after she got the answer, but I didn't know anyway to help her through this besides keeping her in my arms, and letting Ciaran continue what he was saying.

"Knew them? Of course I knew them. In fact I probably knew Maeve better that Angus ever would. After all… we made you, didn't we?"

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It is 4:00 in the morning – so I'm going to stop there. If you want the next chapter – review.

Hollie – yeah – I finally got past that writers block