Chapter 3: Choices
Before Hunter and Morgan knew it, in a blink of an eye, Moira was 15 and it was time for her initiation into the Belwicket coven.
It was an extremely proud day for Morgan, she would finally be able to hand down the Belwicket althame to her beautiful daughter. Moira was so much like Morgan had been. Every time Morgan looked at the girl she saw herself.
Morgan loved Moira more then she would ever know. Unfortunately, Moira was about to destroy Morgan's entire world. Its only right that the whole family be present at such an important event as a teenager's Initiation, so Morgan invited the MacEwan family as well. Ciaran was still alive at this point, Oh he was VERY much alive And although powerless because of Morgan, he was still full of knowledge, great knowledge, dark knowledge.
As soon as he walked into the door on the day of the ceremony, Morgan felt her whole body stiffen with hatred and anger towards him. But then again, she'd always felt that something was missing in her life.. her birth parents. But then again, her father killed her mother how could she even care about him?
She walked back up the stairs to Hunter and told him they were there. Hunter reassured her that they would do no wrong. Ciaran had no power, how would he? Hunter knew first hand that Ciaran's power was gone. For he had stripped his powers years ago during the time he was a Seeker for the ICOW.
At the same time Moira sat in her room and thought. She thought about who she was. About where her life had taken here and where it would take her. She thought of her Mother... Morgan of Belwicket. Moira had always felt she had to live up to her mother's standards it was so unfair... Morgan was SUPER WITCH! She was 1 in a million. How could Moira ever be that. Yet people expected that out of her. She knew she couldn't be what her mother was. She had tried and came to find it wasn't possible. She tried so hard to find a way to make her self know. Make her self what her mother had been years ago. She wanted to be the one people talked about. She wanted to introduce her self to someone and people gasp when they realize who she is. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard people talking down stairs.
Moira then walked down the stairs to greet her guests, she had met Morgan's family a few times, She was especially close with Killion, her fun loving uncle who never wanted to grow up. She said hello to each member of the family and stopped when she got to Ciaran .
He looked right into her eyes and said "You are your mother's daughter"
Moira didn't know what he ment by that. She knew he was powerless, How would he feel what she was feeling? How would he know her aroa it wasn't possible, he had been stripped of his powers LONG before Moira's birth.
She cast out her senses and realized something, he was no longer powerless. Somehow, someway, he had gotten his powers back. She had no idea how but she wasted no time wondering.
She longed for the power and knowledge his aura held. She loved the feeling that it was giving her. The feeling of control, of being powerful, of being more then someone else. She wanted nothing more then to have that. To be that.
Her reply to Ciaran was "Yes that is who I am. I am the daughter of Morgan of Beltwick. But I do not want to make the same choices my mother made. I am not the same girl my mother was. I want to follow your legacy. I want you to teach me. I want to grow to be as powerful as you. Teach me Grandfather."
Before Hunter and Morgan knew it, in a blink of an eye, Moira was 15 and it was time for her initiation into the Belwicket coven.
It was an extremely proud day for Morgan, she would finally be able to hand down the Belwicket althame to her beautiful daughter. Moira was so much like Morgan had been. Every time Morgan looked at the girl she saw herself.
Morgan loved Moira more then she would ever know. Unfortunately, Moira was about to destroy Morgan's entire world. Its only right that the whole family be present at such an important event as a teenager's Initiation, so Morgan invited the MacEwan family as well. Ciaran was still alive at this point, Oh he was VERY much alive And although powerless because of Morgan, he was still full of knowledge, great knowledge, dark knowledge.
As soon as he walked into the door on the day of the ceremony, Morgan felt her whole body stiffen with hatred and anger towards him. But then again, she'd always felt that something was missing in her life.. her birth parents. But then again, her father killed her mother how could she even care about him?
She walked back up the stairs to Hunter and told him they were there. Hunter reassured her that they would do no wrong. Ciaran had no power, how would he? Hunter knew first hand that Ciaran's power was gone. For he had stripped his powers years ago during the time he was a Seeker for the ICOW.
At the same time Moira sat in her room and thought. She thought about who she was. About where her life had taken here and where it would take her. She thought of her Mother... Morgan of Belwicket. Moira had always felt she had to live up to her mother's standards it was so unfair... Morgan was SUPER WITCH! She was 1 in a million. How could Moira ever be that. Yet people expected that out of her. She knew she couldn't be what her mother was. She had tried and came to find it wasn't possible. She tried so hard to find a way to make her self know. Make her self what her mother had been years ago. She wanted to be the one people talked about. She wanted to introduce her self to someone and people gasp when they realize who she is. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard people talking down stairs.
Moira then walked down the stairs to greet her guests, she had met Morgan's family a few times, She was especially close with Killion, her fun loving uncle who never wanted to grow up. She said hello to each member of the family and stopped when she got to Ciaran .
He looked right into her eyes and said "You are your mother's daughter"
Moira didn't know what he ment by that. She knew he was powerless, How would he feel what she was feeling? How would he know her aroa it wasn't possible, he had been stripped of his powers LONG before Moira's birth.
She cast out her senses and realized something, he was no longer powerless. Somehow, someway, he had gotten his powers back. She had no idea how but she wasted no time wondering.
She longed for the power and knowledge his aura held. She loved the feeling that it was giving her. The feeling of control, of being powerful, of being more then someone else. She wanted nothing more then to have that. To be that.
Her reply to Ciaran was "Yes that is who I am. I am the daughter of Morgan of Beltwick. But I do not want to make the same choices my mother made. I am not the same girl my mother was. I want to follow your legacy. I want you to teach me. I want to grow to be as powerful as you. Teach me Grandfather."
