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Morgan's POV
'Father, I got your sage.' 'Thanks, Lemana.' Lemana was my coven name. it meant 'one with the flame.' I handed him the sage and went to my room. I needed to think about this guy.
I opened the door to my mother's room first. 'Mom?' I asked softly. 'Morgan? What's wrong?' 'I met someone. Well sorta. Let me tell you the whole story.'
We sat down on her bed. 'Father sent me to Practical Magick. As I was walking out I saw the guy. Our eyes met and it felt like the world stopped. When I left these words came to my head. The words were mùirn beatha dàn. Do you recognize them?' her eyes were shocked. 'That how I felt when I met your father. The same words came to my head. I think he is your mùirn beatha dàn.' 'What should I do?' 'You need to find this man. I'll get you a candle. The best thing you can do is scry.'
She disappeared and soon came back with a giant white pillar candle. 'I'll leave you alone.' She said. I lit the candle with my mind. And thought, 'Show me the one I seek, my mùirn beatha dàn, let me see him.'
The flame swirled and soon I had a small picture of him. He was in a robe, kneeling in front of a man who was saying 'So you have shown the council your worth. You have now become a fully fledged seeker.' My eyes widened. He was a seeker. He looked a little younger so I must have been looking at something from the past.
The image changed and now it looked like it was in this time. After seeing him in the shop. I could see him for what he was now. I saw him talking to the shop keeper, shaking her hand. I saw him scrying, crying over something. Then I saw someone, he looked like he could be Hunter's brother. I saw parts of him he tried to keep secret. It made him no less loveable in my eyes.
Dozens more images came. I saw him thinking about me. Well not exactly but when I saw him lying in bed I felt some kind of twinge. He didn't seem to sense me. When I pulled my power away from the flame it burned down quite a lot.
I checked the clock. I had been scrying for five hours. Well I had better go down. We had a circle today and if I didn't go father would now something was going on. He had his coven coming over. Amyranth. Mother and I hate them but if I don't go see them father will know that I am not evil at all. It is important that I trick him. If I don't he could kill me or drain mother and I of our powers.
I had participated in several drains. They were terrible. I had taken my share of the power but later in the night I would go to my secret circle in the woods and give the power to the Goddess. I didn't even need the power anyway. I felt less guilty giving it to the earth. He had no idea about this. Or at least I hope he didn't.
I went to my room and changed to my robe. It was a forest green that I had covered in runes and moon phases. I had done every stitch my self. I also had a wand and athame.
The wand was made of a dark brown, almost black, mahogany wood with lines of silver and bloodstone beaten into the handle. The athame had an ivory handle with a blue sapphire in the middle on both sides. Silver and gold twisted in to beautiful Celtic knots all around the jewel and handle. I loved them mother gave them to me on my initiation. She wanted to give me these because she had purified them. She had the Riordan wand and athame.
I sighed. Why was all of this happening? Pretending was hard enough, but now I had found my mùirn beatha dàn. I grabbed my wand and atheme and my cups. They were silver with pentacles and runes of protection like Eolh and strength like Ur. They were carved in by my grand-mother from Mom's side. Till Ciaran killed her. It was as a warning to my Mom's coven. Belwicket. He didn't want any of them near me.
They were reformed Woodbanes. Like me. Mom didn't talk to him for weeks, until he said mom and I could visit them once a month. She still hates him for it and he knows it. She won't kiss him or share a bed or room with him anymore. He still apologizes but she will never forgive him. She sent a nasty spell at him right after. Dampened his powers for two months. Best circles of my life. I even helped her send the spell. He couldn't use his powers at all. He was like a helpless baby.
I grabbed my tools and went to see my father's goddess forsaken coven. My mother was the lucky one. She won't go and can refuse to see these people with good reason. They helped kill her mother. I had to go. I sighed and went to the circle room.
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I hope you guys liked this one!!!!! I have Morgan with different tools because since Maeve isn't dead she has her tools. Reviews!!!
Morgan's POV
'Father, I got your sage.' 'Thanks, Lemana.' Lemana was my coven name. it meant 'one with the flame.' I handed him the sage and went to my room. I needed to think about this guy.
I opened the door to my mother's room first. 'Mom?' I asked softly. 'Morgan? What's wrong?' 'I met someone. Well sorta. Let me tell you the whole story.'
We sat down on her bed. 'Father sent me to Practical Magick. As I was walking out I saw the guy. Our eyes met and it felt like the world stopped. When I left these words came to my head. The words were mùirn beatha dàn. Do you recognize them?' her eyes were shocked. 'That how I felt when I met your father. The same words came to my head. I think he is your mùirn beatha dàn.' 'What should I do?' 'You need to find this man. I'll get you a candle. The best thing you can do is scry.'
She disappeared and soon came back with a giant white pillar candle. 'I'll leave you alone.' She said. I lit the candle with my mind. And thought, 'Show me the one I seek, my mùirn beatha dàn, let me see him.'
The flame swirled and soon I had a small picture of him. He was in a robe, kneeling in front of a man who was saying 'So you have shown the council your worth. You have now become a fully fledged seeker.' My eyes widened. He was a seeker. He looked a little younger so I must have been looking at something from the past.
The image changed and now it looked like it was in this time. After seeing him in the shop. I could see him for what he was now. I saw him talking to the shop keeper, shaking her hand. I saw him scrying, crying over something. Then I saw someone, he looked like he could be Hunter's brother. I saw parts of him he tried to keep secret. It made him no less loveable in my eyes.
Dozens more images came. I saw him thinking about me. Well not exactly but when I saw him lying in bed I felt some kind of twinge. He didn't seem to sense me. When I pulled my power away from the flame it burned down quite a lot.
I checked the clock. I had been scrying for five hours. Well I had better go down. We had a circle today and if I didn't go father would now something was going on. He had his coven coming over. Amyranth. Mother and I hate them but if I don't go see them father will know that I am not evil at all. It is important that I trick him. If I don't he could kill me or drain mother and I of our powers.
I had participated in several drains. They were terrible. I had taken my share of the power but later in the night I would go to my secret circle in the woods and give the power to the Goddess. I didn't even need the power anyway. I felt less guilty giving it to the earth. He had no idea about this. Or at least I hope he didn't.
I went to my room and changed to my robe. It was a forest green that I had covered in runes and moon phases. I had done every stitch my self. I also had a wand and athame.
The wand was made of a dark brown, almost black, mahogany wood with lines of silver and bloodstone beaten into the handle. The athame had an ivory handle with a blue sapphire in the middle on both sides. Silver and gold twisted in to beautiful Celtic knots all around the jewel and handle. I loved them mother gave them to me on my initiation. She wanted to give me these because she had purified them. She had the Riordan wand and athame.
I sighed. Why was all of this happening? Pretending was hard enough, but now I had found my mùirn beatha dàn. I grabbed my wand and atheme and my cups. They were silver with pentacles and runes of protection like Eolh and strength like Ur. They were carved in by my grand-mother from Mom's side. Till Ciaran killed her. It was as a warning to my Mom's coven. Belwicket. He didn't want any of them near me.
They were reformed Woodbanes. Like me. Mom didn't talk to him for weeks, until he said mom and I could visit them once a month. She still hates him for it and he knows it. She won't kiss him or share a bed or room with him anymore. He still apologizes but she will never forgive him. She sent a nasty spell at him right after. Dampened his powers for two months. Best circles of my life. I even helped her send the spell. He couldn't use his powers at all. He was like a helpless baby.
I grabbed my tools and went to see my father's goddess forsaken coven. My mother was the lucky one. She won't go and can refuse to see these people with good reason. They helped kill her mother. I had to go. I sighed and went to the circle room.
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I hope you guys liked this one!!!!! I have Morgan with different tools because since Maeve isn't dead she has her tools. Reviews!!!