A/N: OK, chapter 11. I read it over, but obviously, I'm not the best editor in the world. So if there's mistakes, I'm sorry. I got finals coming up in...well soon. Which means, I may be slow updating. I finally got the point of this story back in my brain. Hopefully it's still good. Enjoy!
When Monday morning rolled around, I felt like I'd been thrown in the ditch. Evan had driven me back to the hospital, and I actually got to see Landon. He was so very pale, and still that it scared me to tears. I sat in a nearby chair, and fell asleep, only to be woken up by Landon's heart monitor falling. By the time I was fully awake, he was flat lining, and I was being pushed out of the room.
On Sunday, Jena was at my house all day. Apparently, she had stayed the night. Sky wasn't pleased. She had stayed in my bed, while I slept at the hospital again. I couldn't stand being in that house, so Sky and I went to the movies. A few times. Anne, the owner (my former, yes former boss,) let us in for free the last three times. I bawled through everyone we seen.
I walked downstairs set and ready to end this day. School was going to be hell. The crash was put in the paper, with names, so I just knew what was coming today. Pity looks, sympathy looks, hundreds of sorry's. In other words, me being reminded of Landon in the hospital.
"Good morning, Moira." Jena forced herself to say. She, dad and Sky were sitting at the kitchen table. Sky looked up from the paper, and waiting for me to reply. Dad watched me as well. I simply walked to the pantry, and pulled out a pop tart.
"Moira, Jena said good morning to you." Dad said, his voice semi- strained.
"Yea, I heard her." I yawned, not caring. I knew Sky was trying not to laugh. I also knew dad was just seconds from blowing a gasket.
"You generally say it back to people when they say it to you." He growled. I heard Evan honk his horn outside.
"Yea well, she isn't considered a person to me. Bye Sky." I said, and bounced out the door.
Evan, Chase and Karis were starting school with me today. Chase said he'd ward off any pity looks, and kick everyone's ass for me.
From the few days I'd gotten to know my cousins, they had given distinct personality traits off. Evan was happy-go-lucky. He just flowed with the crowd. Chase was my guardian, and the biggest comedian on the planet. Karis was the sister I never got. Shy, quiet, and the best listener in the world.
"You guys ready for Wakenuk High?" I asked.
"Bring it on." Chase laughed.
When we arrived at school, I took my cousins to the office to get the paperwork all sorted out. After they had received their time tables, I showed them where their classes would be for the day. Chase had English with me first period, so walked towards Mr. Tain's room.
"M!" I heard Kyrie screech. Chase and I stopped and turned. I watched as my best friend, and cousin checked each other out. Kyrie stuck out her hand for Chase to shake. "Kyrie Campbell." She said flirtatiously. Chase raised his eyebrows, and her hand to his mouth.
"Oh you guys. Ew. Stop. Kyrie, you ain't single." I said finally, after what seemed like hours of googly eyes.
"Shut up M, yes I am." Kyrie said, not prying her eyes from Chase. "What did you say your name was?"
"Chase MacEwan, my cousin." I said. "Ky, is there a reason you shouted at me, or can I keep walking?" Kyrie looked away long enough to look me over. She pulled her hand away from Chase's and hugged me.
"How are you holding up?" She pulled back and looked at me. I shrugged.
"I mouthed Dad and Bitch off this morning. That's about as good as it gets." Kyrie smiled brightly.
"Then the day isn't a total loss." She threw an arm over my shoulder, then Chase's and the three of us waltzed into the classroom.
Between each class, as I walked down the hall, I was given the pity looks, and the multiple sorry's. Of course, my good old bodyguard was to busy flirting with Kyrie to notice.
I was sitting in science class again, trying my hardest to pay attention, but it wasn't worth it. My mind kept wandering back to Landon, and my situation at home.
An elderly lady sat cross-legged in a circle, a picture of dad and myself in front of her. In the picture, I'm hanging off dad's back.
"Retched little girl." She muttered, staring at the picture. "You just had to be the most powerful little GOOD girl, didn't you. Couldn't be evil, and follow in Ciaran's footsteps could you? Well you just wait my dear, once I have..."
"Pay attention, Miss Niall." My science teacher snapped. Damn him! What was she about to say?! Once she has what? Who was this woman?
"...your daddy wrapped around my finger, I'll get to you next." She stood up, and drew a circle around herself. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying, but what was happening to her. It was as if she was aging backwards. She gradually got younger as more time went by.
Finally, she stopped, and turned so I could see her face. Jena.
"Lying bitch!" I said loudly. Then, I remembered where I was. In science class, with everyone staring at me.
"Miss Niall! Kindly remove yourself from my classroom." He yelled. I gathered up my books, and started to leave when Evan decided he wanted to join me.
"Leave her alone, you bald bugger." He said proudly. I shot him a glare and pursed my lips. He didn't need to be kicked out on his first day.
"Feel free to join Miss Niall, boy."
When we were safely outside the classroom Evan stared at me. "What gives?" He finally said. I thought about my flash for a second.
"She's an old bloody woman! Trying to get to me through him. What the bloody hell is she trying to do?" I ranted, starting to pace.
"Moira." He grabbed my shoulders. "Who are you talking about?"
"Jena!" I shouted. "She's old. She's doing some sort of magic, and she's young now. She's trying to get me to turn evil. Why am I so important to her, that she has to use dad to get me?" I paused. "You." I pointed to Evan unnecessarily. "You're a witch!"
"And your point?"
"You'd know why she'd want me evil. She said Ciaran. Who is he?"
"Grandad?"
"Sure." I looked pleadingly up at my cousin. "What good would I do to them?"
He walked back a forth a bit, then looked at me. "You're the daughter of Morgan Niall, Moira. Why would someone not want you on their side?"
I stared at Evan, not understanding. "I know who my mother is, Evan. What does she have to do with someone wanting me?"
"Do you know who your grandparents are?" I opened my mouth to say Mary Grace and Sean Rowlands, but he stopped me.
"Maeve Riordan, one of the most powerful witches of Belwicket, and Ciaran MacEwan, the most powerful dark witch to ever be. Combine those, you get Morgan Niall. Now combine that power, with that of a former seeker, not to mention a powerful guy himself, Hunter Niall. What do you get?"
"Me." I said in a whisper.
"All that power is resting in your body now, dormant. Imagine what your first blast of magic will be like if you ever let it loose. Now double it, because magic grows with time."
I stood for a second. It was time. "If she wants war, she's got it."Please Review!