Chapter 3: Leaving

BOS entry included

Well, I've heard from Morgan. She's coming back to Widow's Vale…with Ariah. Either Ariah's turned back to being a good witch or Morgan spelled her to come home. I can't wait to see her.

Giomanach

My suitcase was packed and I was ready to go. I had spent the last few hours purifying everything that owned. Thank the goddess, Ciaran – I refuse to call him my "Uncle" – is out with his latest girlfriend. By the time he gets back, I'll be long gone.

"You ready?" Morgan asked breathlessly.

"Yep!" I trilled with excitement. My cousin grinned at me.

"I just spoke to Hunter," She said. "He's glad you're coming home. Hunter, I thought, shuddering as I remembered my dream.

"Cool," I muttered as I heaved my suitcase off the bed. Realizing that I could hardly grip the handle, I chanted, "Rise, be light, as light as air. I lift you up and hold you there." It was a levitation chant that I'd received from Morgan. It worked perfectly.

"You've obviously been practicing," She remarked as my suitcase rose into the air. I nodded and walked out of the room, my suitcase close behind me.

We arrived in Widow's Vale at about 6: 52 am (time difference). I was shattered. It had been a long flight and now I had to re-live the day again in America.

Hunter met us at the airport. "Morgan!" He said happily, greeting her with a passionate kiss. Then he turned to me. "Ariah, it's great to see you!"

"Hi," I said, genuinely pleased to see him. "Oh, and before you asked, I've left the evil me behind. You're looking at the new, improved, gorgeous Ariah Woodhouse! I'm no longer a MacEwan!"

He grinned at me. "That's good to know," Hunter said. "But I have some bad news…your father has commit suicide."

I gasped, my mouth wide open. This was too much to take in. No, no, no, no!

"Omigod!" I squeaked. "My Dad is dead? MY DAD IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hunter looked mildly uncomfortable, but Morgan looked at me as if she understood what I was going through.

"Oh, and another thing," Hunter said nervously. "He's not your real father."

Now that was way too much to take in! I began to cry, sob, and even howl. It was too much…I couldn't handle it!

"Then who is?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

Hunter looked seriously uncomfortable. "Oh, Goddess, give me strength!" He groaned. "Your birth father is…Angus Bramson." My jaw dropped, as did Morgan's.

I had just found out that Angus Bramson – who loved Morgan's mother and died for her – was my father.

Could my life get any worse?