Book 2: Don't Look Back

Chapter 1: Dreams

Alwyn was stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind whipping her long dark brown hair from side to side. Her green eyes were clouded with tears. She was stood where her mother – Ariah MacEwan – had dropped to her death.

Suddenly, Kyle was behind her, a look of fury on his face. Kyle; Alwyn's muirn beatha dan.

"History will now repeat itself," He muttered through gritted teeth, "Traitor," and pushed her over the edge.

"No!" Alwyn screamed as she fell to her death. "Mum! Mum! Mummy!!!!!!!!!!!"

I woke up, panting for breath. I was sweating like mad and my dark auburn hair with one violet streak was soaked. I clutched my black cat that I had named Ebony. She meowed and struggled to leap of my bed.

"Thank the Goddess," I whispered. "It was just a dream." I lay back down and went to sleep.

I was in labor. I looked about twenty-something, my face was red and tears were streaming down my cheeks. My hair was as short as a boys' and looked as if it had been hacked at with a pair of scissors.

My cousins Morgan and Iona were the midwives. "There, there," Morgan soothed me as I panted. "The babe's almost out…there it is!" Morgan wrapped my baby up in a pink towel and examined her, a wide grin spread across her face.

"It's a girl," Morgan told me, handing her over. "How about we introduce her to her Da?"

A man with spiky dark brown hair appeared at my side. He was very good-looking with big brown eyes, a cheeky grin and long, lean legs. He held out his arms and I gave my daughter to him.

"Have you decided on a name," He murmured, grinning happily.

"Alwyn," I replied and drank the glass of water next to my bed.

"It's perfect for our daughter," He said as we embraced.

This time, I woke up screaming. My uncle – Ciaran MacEwan – came charging into my room, looking furious.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU YELLING FOR?!" Uncle Ciaran bellowed. I began to cry. Ciaran can be seriously scary sometimes.

"I had a dream!" I sobbed. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around me protectively.

"Tell me what happened," He whispered, stroking my hair. So I told him. I told him everything about both dreams. Uncle Ciaran looked angry at first, then concerned…then plain terrified.

"Oh, Goddess," Ciaran muttered. He looked grim. "You are more like your mother than you realize. She was so gifted when it came to visions. It seems like you saw your future…and your daughter's future."

I swallowed hard. "So…it was my daughter that got pushed off the cliff?!" I gasped. No, no, no!

"I believe so." Uncle Ciaran kissed my forehead and said, "Sweet dreams," and then left the room.