A/N: I'm really really sorry I took so long with this chapter. At first it was just taking me long to write, but then my computer crashed and I couldn't use it for like a week. I think this was worth waiting for. I hope you like it.

Chapter 2 – Revelations

As soon as she asked it, Molly knew the answer to her own question. But I thought I gave that stuff up...or did I? She calmed down a little, then looked over at Fiona. She almost felt bad for her daughter. Fi had a panic stricken look on her face, and Molly could tell she was trying to figure out what to tell her. Maybe it's time I told her the truth.

"Mom...I, uh..." Fiona was getting more and more confused. First her mother looked horrified, now she looks almost...relieved?

"Awww, Molly, are ye tryin' to tell me ye don' remember me?" Bricriu sounded genuinely upset.

"Wait...what are you talking about?" Fiona looked from her mother, to Bricriu, then back again, and waited for an answer.

"WHAT? Molly, you haven't told Fi yer past yet? You were supposed to have two years ago!"

"Will everybody be quiet for a second!" Molly stood up and looked at the Spunkie. "Can you leave us alone for a few minutes? I have to talk to Fiona."

"Alright, I'll be downstairs. I've always wondered what human T.V. was like." With that, he went out, and the door closed behind them.

Fi's head was brimming with questions. My mom knows Bricriu? My mom, who has never believed in anything supernatural? And why didn't she ever tell me? But all she could do was repeat Molly's question, "Mom, what's going on?"

Molly looked over at Fiona's confused face, closed her eyes, and sighed. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. Well, here goes nothing. Opening her eyes, she sat down on the bed, and Fiona did the same. "Baby, what I'm about to tell you might be a little surprising..."

Fi's eyebrow shot up. "Mom, you're scaring me."

Molly couldn't help but smile. For once it's not the other way around. "Look, for starters let's say you didn't get your interest in the paranormal just from your father."

"You mean, you have the sight too?"

"Not exactly. You see, the truth is...I'm a witch. Or used to be, anyway."

Fi's mouth had dropped open the minute she heard the word "witch". "What do you mean, 'used to be'?"

"Before I answer that, I need to tell you a story." Molly took a deep breath. This is going to take a while. "Before I even knew your father, I had been a young witch just developing my powers. However, everyone I knew could see that I had potential. I could do things not even advanced witches could do at a young age. I was well on my way to becoming one of the most powerful witches of that time."

"What happened?"

"Your father 'happened'. We had met early in both our music careers, and boy, if there is such a thing as love at first sight, it happened when I met Rick. We immediately hit it off and started dating."

"There was one problem. I was a witch, and he was a mortal. Not just any mortal, mind you, but one with the sight. He was the worst type of human I could go out with."

"Why?"

Molly paused a moment before answering. "Well, witches have always been a little prejudice against mortals. We...I mean, they, consider themselves superior and encourages witches to stay within themselves. I was always against that unwritten rule in the first place, and when I met Rick, it strengthened my belief. However, when I found out he had the sight, I had mixed emotions."

"You see, mortals aren't supposed to know about magic at all, because they fear it and would try to destroy it. Even so, a few in the past with the sight have learned about it and tried to expose it. Everyone thought Rick was the same, but I knew he was different. He didn't seek out magic just to expose it – he wanted to do his best to protect his kind from evil."

"So we stayed together for about a year, but by then the agony of having to keep my secret, when I knew he was searching for the truth, was getting to me. I ended up having to make a choice. Either break up with Rick, or stay together and keep my mouth shut."

"Well, you obviously chose to marry him." Fi was engrossed in Molly's story. Part of her still couldn't believe that her mother was involved in something so romantic and magical.

"Actually, it's not so obvious. My father, who is also a witch, knew I was in the process of making a tough decision, so he made it for me. He said that if I did decide to stay with Rick, I would be disowned and stripped of my powers."

"In the end, I decided that Rick's love was more important than my powers could ever be. So, I cast a spell that would remove them. Not only that, I would also forget having them at all. All I would remember was having a normal childhood and grow up to be a normal adult."

There was one thing Fi didn't understand. "Wait a minute, we just visited Grandma and Grandpa this year." She distinctly remembered that during the visit, she had met a banshee that had threatened to kill her grandfather. "And another thing, how do you remember all this if you cast that spell?"

Molly at first was confused also, but had realized how she remembered as she had been telling the story. "I think the spell was broken a few seconds after Bricriu came flying through that window. He's something – a very annoying something, but still something – that is connected to past, therefore connecting me with it too. As for my parents, I guess after a while they felt guilty and welcomed me back. I was still under the spell, so I didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary."

"Wait a minute – I'm a mortal with the sight too. How is it possible that you are allowed to tell me this?"

Just then, Bricriu came in. "Actually, little duck, they loosened up over the years regarding security. Now a witch is allowed to tell family and people she trusts her secret." As an explanation, Bricriu added, "There's nothing on T.V., so I listened outside the door the whole time."

"Great, an extraterrestrial eavesdropper." Fi smiled, then turned to her mother. "But you didn't know that just now. So why did you tell me everything?"

"Because, Fiona – you're a witch too."

A/N: I know, I know – all talk and no action. I hope Molly's story was interesting enough to keep you reading, if not, I promise there will be more action later on. I just really need this chapter to explain everything.