Chapter 1
The Letter Morgan's POV – Hunter had just left my house when The Letter came. The Postman, George, had personally delivered it to my door, saying that this was good news I didn't want to wait around for. I had no idea what it was until I read the little black stamp in the corner of the yellow A4 envelope. "Oh Goddess!" I thought to myself, "This can't be happening, not now, I'm with Hunter...Kithic..." "What is it honey?" my mom asked, stumbling down the stairs looking disorientated. She had come home early from her job at the local real estate agent because she was feeling a little sick. She must have heard Hunter leaving and the doorbell ring and then woke up. "No, Oh Goddess, she's going to make me go..." I thought to myself, trying not to show how sad I felt. I handed it over to my mother and she opened it up. "Oh my God!!! Morgan!!! Congratulations honey!!! Give me a hug!" and with that she practically strangled me until I somehow broke away from her grip.
"We must have a celebration!!" And with that she ran into the kitchen and within a few seconds was calling my favourite aunt, Eileen, and her veterinarian girlfriend, Paula over for a special acceptance letter dinner. I picked up the clean pages of white paper and read the first page:
Dear Ms. Morgan Rowlands, We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to be the recipient of one of Oxford University's 10 international scholarships. Due to your extremely good results in the scholarship examination and your marks sent to us by your schoolteachers, we feel that you would be a perfect addition to the Oxford University community. Enclosed is the acceptance form that we hope you will fill out and return to us within the next 30 days otherwise your place at Oxford...
Blah, blah, blah. Everything was a blur in my mind. Everything was going so wrong. I had taken that test months ago, before I had even met Hunter, or Cal for that matter. I had to go. My parents were so excited that I wanted to do this; I mean, what parent wouldn't want their child to win a scholarship to the prestigious Oxford University in England. They were willing to pay for my board and anything I needed. I didn't even need to get a part-time job. At the time things seemed fine. I mean, I never thought my life would get this complicated. I never would have thought that I would turn against my religion and become Wiccan. Or that by me doing this, that it would have such an effect on my life. I found out that I was adopted and was made by one of the worlds most evil of witches and the heiress to the coven Belwicket that was destroyed because my own ancestors started something called the dark wave.
Why would I, the plain girl whose best friend was the pretty one, why would I, suddenly find my muirn beatha dan, my soul mate. My life has become so crazy sometimes I feel like this is one big dream and one day I'll wake up and Mary K, my sister, will offer to make me a pop-tart after waking me up because we were late for school again. And now, I had to leave Hunter. The one person who truly loved me for me. Unlike Cal, who wanted me for my power and ancestry.
Hunter... I stopped myself from completing my witch message. How could I tell him now? I didn't even fully understand what was happening. Yes my love Hunter, sweet Hunter, always there when I needed him. He was always there to protect me. The one who would die for me if need be. He sounded a bit dazed and weary today, but still, that calm British accent sent a tear gently crawling down my face. I was going to leave him, for some stupid university. Don't worry. It is nothing. Bye my love.
Later on, when Aunt Eileen and Paula came over I had this suffocating feeling in my chest. My life was being decided for me. It is like I have no choice in the matter of my future. I started hyperventilating. Everyone turned around to me, standing in the corner, tears coming down my eyes, unable to breathe. I slowly regained my normal breathing when mom offered me a glass of water. Everyone looked concerned. "They didn't understand," I thought to myself. "Are you ok honey?" Mum asked. "No not really, do you guys mind having this party without me. I just feel a little sick, I have a head ache and I really need a rest" "Sure Morgan, it won't be the same without you, but we understand." Mum said with a smile. "Do you want us to save you some of the roast I baked" "Uuh, no thanks mom," I said and gave her a kiss good night. "We hope you get better soon" Aunt Eileen called out. "Thanks"
I somehow found my way up the stairs in the pitch darkness. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and die. I lay in my bed crying all night. "They wouldn't understand what a muirn beatha dan is. They just think of Hunter as a really close boyfriend, not a soul mate..."
