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Sweetsoutherngal: Thanks for reviewing, I dunno, I try to make them as long as possible, but sometimes I just can't. lol.
Rhiannan Star: haha. To keep you'll in suspense? Thanks for reviewing anyway, I'm glad that you think it's good.
Christine Marquez: umm, its okay. Ciaran didn't listen to her, he didn't know that she was gonna leave, and he did try to find them, and maybe Morgan just has a really really big heart for her age. Lol.
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Chapter 4- Revenge.
A woman emerged from the shadows of the living room; she smiled wickedly, a gleam in her golden eyes.
"Selene!" Ciaran gasped, his face registering his surprise. I looked at him, a little scared, who was this woman that he called Selene? She didn't look like she was just dropping by for a chat.
"Its time, Neimhidh, time for Amyranth to take their long awaited revenge." As she said this, other people walked in from the living room. They faces were covered by disgusting animal masks that looked like they had been carved from wood, yet the faces were strangely distorted.
Morgan, come here, stay behind us, I heard Mom's voice in my head. I slid across the floor slowly, step by small step, hoping they wouldn't notice. But they did.
"Stay where you are!" Selene snapped, reaching out to grab me. But Ciaran pushed me behind him, "Stay put," he said softly.
"Don't touch her." He growled at Selene angrily.
"Watch me," she smirked, and suddenly, I felt a strong force pulling me towards them, I immediately threw up block after block, murmuring a protection spell, to no avail. I wasn't strong enough to beat her.
I was pulled over to the other side of the kitchen before the force disappeared.
I heard Ciaran muttering something and then I felt another, stronger force pulling me back, Selene grabbed hold of me but I shook myself free and let myself be pulled along.
I felt like a puppet being controlled by invisible strings, and let me tell you, it wasn't a good feeling.
Mom hugged me to her as I reached them, she started to chant something in Gaelic, and I recognized it as a spell to shield us from any magick they did. Ciaran joined her, making the spell stronger, and then I joined them.
"Pathetic," Selene, who was the only one not wearing a mask and seemed to be the leader of the pack, dismissed.
She flicked her hand, and witch fire flew towards us, it bounced harmlessly off the shield we had created, she waved another hand, but the spell she sent our way bounced off the shield not so harmlessly this time, it flew back to them and hit one of the members right in the chest.
Selene's face remained a blank mask, if she felt any sorrow, anger or even embarrassment, she didn't show it. Instead, the whole group of people started chanting another spell.
We kept the shield up; making sure that it was strong enough. But this time, it just wasn't strong enough; they managed to break through it.
I watched in horror, as a black cloud was hurled towards us, at the last moment, Ciaran threw himself in front of us, shielding Mom and I from the magick, he took the full brunt of the attack.
"NO!" Mom screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her sadness quickly turned to fury. Unleashing her wrath, calling on centuries of power that I never knew she had, she began destroying the Amyranth members, more importantly, Selene. Trying my best to help, I sent my power to her, turbo-charging the magick that she was using on them. Soon, our kitchen was eerily silent, the screams and shouts all silenced by death. Bodies that hadn't been burned or vanished lay on the floor.
Mom knelt down on the ground next to Ciaran, or was it back to Dad now? She put her hands on his chest, where the black cloud had hit him, there was a gaping wound there and he was bleeding profusely.
Mom closed her eyes, shifting into a meditative position. She was going to try and heal him. It would take awhile.
I vanished the rest of the bodies, and tried to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, trying to be helpful, I brewed some tea for Mom after she came out of her meditative state.
After that, I waited, hour after hour passed, and Mom still hadn't come out. Had something gone wrong?
Just as I started to seriously get worried, Ciaran stirred. He blinked a few times, and then tried to sit up. I noticed that his wound had become considerably smaller, and it had stopped bleeding so much.
"Feeling better?" I asked with a small smile.
Before he could reply, Mom opened her eyes, she looked tired and weary, and I immediately rushed to help her up.
"You okay, Mom?" I asked, helping her over to sit on one of the chairs.
"Perfect, excluding the fact that I feel like I'm about to faint any moment." She joked weakly, offering us a smile.
"Yeah, right." I said, grinning, I handed both her and Ciaran a cup of tea, watching them as they gulped the hot, soothing liquid down.
"Morgan, would you mind going upstairs to the bathroom to get some bandages?" Mom asked me, gesturing to Ciaran.
"Not really," I replied, walking off to the second floor bathroom where we kept the first aid kit.
When I was about to walk back into the kitchen with the first aid kit in hand, I heard soft murmurings coming from in there, not wanting to disturb them, I kept quiet and peeped at them for the door.
Ciaran was stroking Mom on her back, murmuring something in her ear, something that seemed to be funny, because Mom smiled.
Clearing my throat, I stepped into the kitchen, startling them. They stood up almost immediately.
"Here," I said, holding out the kit to Mom.
As she dressed Ciaran's wounds for him, I heated up our cold dinner in the microwave, it wouldn't taste as good as before, but we didn't have a choice.
Dinner passed in silence, with the occasional small talk. You would think after fighting a whole group of evil people together, we would have something to talk about to each other.
After my shower, I headed back to my room. I took out my book of shadows from its hiding place and began to write.
16th October
It's been a long day. First I met him in the park, then we came home and found Mom sitting there. And I found out that he used to practice dark magick, and THEN we got attacked by his old coven, how more hectic can a day get? He and Mom are together downstairs now; god knows what they're doing. I think they still love each other, look at the way they behaved in the kitchen, like two love sick puppies. (Ok, well, maybe not) I hear footsteps, someone's coming, I have to go now.
-Morgan
As I quickly stuffed my book of shadows under my mattress, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" I called, sitting down and trying to look casual.
When no-one entered, I walked to the door and pushed it open, there was no-one in sight, but a small parcel lay on the floor. 'To Morgan Riordan' it said.
To be continued...
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