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Hunter's POV:-
My gaze locked with Morgan's. Mrs Rowlands had felt the spell. Oh goddess, had everyone else? How was this possible?
"I could see Bree and Robbie, Alisa, Eileen, Paula, Hunter's cousin... what's she called again... oh yes, Sky, umm..."
"That witch that came to the house when you weren't here, the woman from Practical Magick- Alyce, some other people I recognised from the party we went to, Sharon, Ethan, Matt, Raven, Jenna, Simon, Thalia, Alisa's boyfriend Charlie, Alisa's uncle, that boy who you left with after school when mum and dad were away," Morgan and I gaped at Mary K. as she paused for breath.
"A few people who looked quite like Hunter..." She looked at me as if I would fill in the gaps, but I couldn't speak.
"Someone who looked like Alisa's mum, a woman who looked kind of like Morgan and a man with the same eyes as her." Mary K. continued.
"Explain." At the single, stony word spoken by her mum, Morgan began to quiver. She put her head on my shoulder, in a sign for me to do the talking.
"Well there was a circle last night," Mary K. pursed her lips and Mrs Rowlands raised her eyebrows. I gulped. Make it good Niall.
"We did a small spell..." Morgan tailed off at their icy stares.
"A member of the circle suggested that we tried a spell to remind us of something which had made us happy once," they relaxed a little. "We all consented to try the spell but our emotions were supercharged and over half of us were blood witches. We think the strength of the Magick and emotions caused the spell to become turbocharged and we saw, not something that had made us happy in the past, but something that had never directly happened but that would make us happy if it did happen."
Mary K. was standing with her mouth open, but as I finished speaking, she closed it. "So what did you see?" I looked at Morgan, unsure. *This has to come from me* She was right. I let her take charge of the conversation.
"Well, at first Hunter and I were together in the field you saw all the people in. We had a short time together," she flashed me a quick glance, "before we met a few more people. First, we saw Hunter's parents and then we saw... we saw my birth parents."
"Mauve and Angus?" Her mum asked quietly. Morgan shook her head and sighed.
"Not... exactly. You see Angus wasn't my birth father. My birth father is a man called Ciaran McEwan. He is my m... Mauve's muirn beatha dan," she caught herself just in time as she spoke wistfully. Seeing the confused expressions, she explained. "They were soul mates. They had a complicated relationship but I won't go into that."
"And how do you know this?" Mr Rowlands was calm, but I sensed an underlying curiosity. Morgan didn't answer.
"We... met Ciaran in New York," I said slowly.
"Did you now?" Mrs Rowlands' voice dripped with ice. I lowered my head and eased Morgan onto my lap. I clasped her to me as she began to cry.
"Yes. We did." I met her stare defiantly until she looked sideways at Mr Rowlands. "Our parents told us how proud they were of us and gave us their blessing on our marriage. It was the only chance Morgan will ever have to meet my mum." I smiled sadly. "When they left, the members of Kithic began to appear and the people that were at my house. Then other people. Our friends, relatives, the people we love. Finally, the deceased joined and my mum and Mauve and my brother and Alisa's mum and Angus were there as well. We were surrounded by people we loved."
Morgan wiped away some of her tears. "Everyone we love," she echoed. "It was so perfect and Magickal. They say Love is the greatest Magick and it's true..." Her voice trailed off and I rocked her back and forth.
I could see tears shining in Mary K. and Mr Rowlands' eyes, but Mrs Rowlands' eyes remained dry, unwavering. Her lips were still pressed together and she looked very suspicious.
"Tell me about this Ciaran." Morgan let out a cry. *I forgot to tell you. I met Killian last night. He was the one who gave me the blouse. He told me that I was to call Ciaran. Apparently he wants to speak to me.*
"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner. This could be serious!" Morgan looked at me blankly and I instantly regretted my words. "Sorry." I lowered my eyes.
"You do have a point. I just didn't want to spoil it. Besides, he doesn't have his Magick any more, he isn't dangerous." That was true. Mary K. and Mr and Mrs Rowlands were looking at us in complete confusion.
"Will you please explain what's going on." Mary K. was wide eyed. Oh no, I had seen that look before.
"I think you at least owe us an explanation." I sighed and Morgan nodded. Right. But how were we supposed to explain it?
"Well like Hunter said, we met Ciaran in New York. At that time, we didn't know he was my father," I was surprised as Morgan began to speak confidently. "I met him one night and then again the next day in a bookstore without realising who he was. Ciaran was... well he was... umm..."
"He was practising dark Magick and I had been told to investigate him," I stepped in quickly. "In the circumstances, we met him again and discovered..."
"That he was my birth father." Morgan finished dully. We sat in silence and I gently probed into Mrs and Mr Rowlands senses. Mr Rowlands was calm, but confused and I could sense that Mary K. was scared. What surprised me, however, was the seething anger that leaked out of Mrs Rowlands. She was sitting perfectly still, but inside, she was in turmoil.
"I want to meet him," Morgan tensed. "I want to meet him," Mrs Rowlands repeated more slowly. I stroked Morgan's hair.
"That's not possible." I didn't leave any room for questions, but still she persisted.
"I want to meet him, this man... your father," she spat angrily. I shook my head firmly. Apart from anything else, Ciaran was in Scotland.
"It isn't possible," I said again. Morgan was shaking and I could sense her fear. We all jumped as the phone rang. It was Killian.
"It's Killian," Morgan said frowning, "What could he want? I didn't even know he had my number." I grabbed the phone and handed it to her.
"Killian?" There was a pause, "I'm a little busy right now... Uh huh... I'll phone him later... no, I'm busy right now." I leaned in closer to listen. "No, not a good time... Yes, he's here. Why?" He must be talking about me. "Yup, okay. I promise I'll phone him... yes and I'll tell Hunter unless you want to speak to him yourself?"
Without giving him time to reply she handed the phone to me. "Hello?" The line was crackling and it was a strain to make out what Killian was saying.
"Niall. That was some spell you lot worked last night." He had felt it too. What was going on? I shook my head and concentrated.
"I know. What do you want?" My voice was cold and emotionless.
"You need to make sure Morgan phones our Da," That wasn't it, was it? "Umm... I just wanted to say congratulations on your engagement. You'll look after her, won't you?" I nearly dropped the phone in surprise.
"Killian," my voice had softened, "You know I will. I love her and I always will. Anyway, since when did you become the over-protective brotherly type?" He laughed, but at my end of the line, there was silence. Oops. "Listen, I've got to go."
"There's just one more thing," I frowned.
"I'm listening."
"Watch out." I nearly laughed. "You might be in danger." If Killian thought we were in danger then it was serious.
"Who from?" He didn't reply immediately which suggested that he was unsure of how much to tell me or that he was nervous.
"I can't tell you that. All I can tell you is to watch out. Be careful. Goodbye Niall."
"Wait! Killian. What's..." There was a click on the other end of the line and the phone went dead. What was going on?
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Hunter's POV:-
My gaze locked with Morgan's. Mrs Rowlands had felt the spell. Oh goddess, had everyone else? How was this possible?
"I could see Bree and Robbie, Alisa, Eileen, Paula, Hunter's cousin... what's she called again... oh yes, Sky, umm..."
"That witch that came to the house when you weren't here, the woman from Practical Magick- Alyce, some other people I recognised from the party we went to, Sharon, Ethan, Matt, Raven, Jenna, Simon, Thalia, Alisa's boyfriend Charlie, Alisa's uncle, that boy who you left with after school when mum and dad were away," Morgan and I gaped at Mary K. as she paused for breath.
"A few people who looked quite like Hunter..." She looked at me as if I would fill in the gaps, but I couldn't speak.
"Someone who looked like Alisa's mum, a woman who looked kind of like Morgan and a man with the same eyes as her." Mary K. continued.
"Explain." At the single, stony word spoken by her mum, Morgan began to quiver. She put her head on my shoulder, in a sign for me to do the talking.
"Well there was a circle last night," Mary K. pursed her lips and Mrs Rowlands raised her eyebrows. I gulped. Make it good Niall.
"We did a small spell..." Morgan tailed off at their icy stares.
"A member of the circle suggested that we tried a spell to remind us of something which had made us happy once," they relaxed a little. "We all consented to try the spell but our emotions were supercharged and over half of us were blood witches. We think the strength of the Magick and emotions caused the spell to become turbocharged and we saw, not something that had made us happy in the past, but something that had never directly happened but that would make us happy if it did happen."
Mary K. was standing with her mouth open, but as I finished speaking, she closed it. "So what did you see?" I looked at Morgan, unsure. *This has to come from me* She was right. I let her take charge of the conversation.
"Well, at first Hunter and I were together in the field you saw all the people in. We had a short time together," she flashed me a quick glance, "before we met a few more people. First, we saw Hunter's parents and then we saw... we saw my birth parents."
"Mauve and Angus?" Her mum asked quietly. Morgan shook her head and sighed.
"Not... exactly. You see Angus wasn't my birth father. My birth father is a man called Ciaran McEwan. He is my m... Mauve's muirn beatha dan," she caught herself just in time as she spoke wistfully. Seeing the confused expressions, she explained. "They were soul mates. They had a complicated relationship but I won't go into that."
"And how do you know this?" Mr Rowlands was calm, but I sensed an underlying curiosity. Morgan didn't answer.
"We... met Ciaran in New York," I said slowly.
"Did you now?" Mrs Rowlands' voice dripped with ice. I lowered my head and eased Morgan onto my lap. I clasped her to me as she began to cry.
"Yes. We did." I met her stare defiantly until she looked sideways at Mr Rowlands. "Our parents told us how proud they were of us and gave us their blessing on our marriage. It was the only chance Morgan will ever have to meet my mum." I smiled sadly. "When they left, the members of Kithic began to appear and the people that were at my house. Then other people. Our friends, relatives, the people we love. Finally, the deceased joined and my mum and Mauve and my brother and Alisa's mum and Angus were there as well. We were surrounded by people we loved."
Morgan wiped away some of her tears. "Everyone we love," she echoed. "It was so perfect and Magickal. They say Love is the greatest Magick and it's true..." Her voice trailed off and I rocked her back and forth.
I could see tears shining in Mary K. and Mr Rowlands' eyes, but Mrs Rowlands' eyes remained dry, unwavering. Her lips were still pressed together and she looked very suspicious.
"Tell me about this Ciaran." Morgan let out a cry. *I forgot to tell you. I met Killian last night. He was the one who gave me the blouse. He told me that I was to call Ciaran. Apparently he wants to speak to me.*
"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner. This could be serious!" Morgan looked at me blankly and I instantly regretted my words. "Sorry." I lowered my eyes.
"You do have a point. I just didn't want to spoil it. Besides, he doesn't have his Magick any more, he isn't dangerous." That was true. Mary K. and Mr and Mrs Rowlands were looking at us in complete confusion.
"Will you please explain what's going on." Mary K. was wide eyed. Oh no, I had seen that look before.
"I think you at least owe us an explanation." I sighed and Morgan nodded. Right. But how were we supposed to explain it?
"Well like Hunter said, we met Ciaran in New York. At that time, we didn't know he was my father," I was surprised as Morgan began to speak confidently. "I met him one night and then again the next day in a bookstore without realising who he was. Ciaran was... well he was... umm..."
"He was practising dark Magick and I had been told to investigate him," I stepped in quickly. "In the circumstances, we met him again and discovered..."
"That he was my birth father." Morgan finished dully. We sat in silence and I gently probed into Mrs and Mr Rowlands senses. Mr Rowlands was calm, but confused and I could sense that Mary K. was scared. What surprised me, however, was the seething anger that leaked out of Mrs Rowlands. She was sitting perfectly still, but inside, she was in turmoil.
"I want to meet him," Morgan tensed. "I want to meet him," Mrs Rowlands repeated more slowly. I stroked Morgan's hair.
"That's not possible." I didn't leave any room for questions, but still she persisted.
"I want to meet him, this man... your father," she spat angrily. I shook my head firmly. Apart from anything else, Ciaran was in Scotland.
"It isn't possible," I said again. Morgan was shaking and I could sense her fear. We all jumped as the phone rang. It was Killian.
"It's Killian," Morgan said frowning, "What could he want? I didn't even know he had my number." I grabbed the phone and handed it to her.
"Killian?" There was a pause, "I'm a little busy right now... Uh huh... I'll phone him later... no, I'm busy right now." I leaned in closer to listen. "No, not a good time... Yes, he's here. Why?" He must be talking about me. "Yup, okay. I promise I'll phone him... yes and I'll tell Hunter unless you want to speak to him yourself?"
Without giving him time to reply she handed the phone to me. "Hello?" The line was crackling and it was a strain to make out what Killian was saying.
"Niall. That was some spell you lot worked last night." He had felt it too. What was going on? I shook my head and concentrated.
"I know. What do you want?" My voice was cold and emotionless.
"You need to make sure Morgan phones our Da," That wasn't it, was it? "Umm... I just wanted to say congratulations on your engagement. You'll look after her, won't you?" I nearly dropped the phone in surprise.
"Killian," my voice had softened, "You know I will. I love her and I always will. Anyway, since when did you become the over-protective brotherly type?" He laughed, but at my end of the line, there was silence. Oops. "Listen, I've got to go."
"There's just one more thing," I frowned.
"I'm listening."
"Watch out." I nearly laughed. "You might be in danger." If Killian thought we were in danger then it was serious.
"Who from?" He didn't reply immediately which suggested that he was unsure of how much to tell me or that he was nervous.
"I can't tell you that. All I can tell you is to watch out. Be careful. Goodbye Niall."
"Wait! Killian. What's..." There was a click on the other end of the line and the phone went dead. What was going on?
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