(A.N Heya, I've not written in a while because I sprained my wrist and couldn't type very well. Anyway thankoo for the loofly reviews, I won't keep you any longer, read on…)

"Its simple" Ciaran explained "Just concentrate, this kind of magick is fully mind power. Try something small like that box" he suggested

Ciarans lessons in magick. I had to attend them everyday now. They were held in a room in my house specially equipped to practice dark magick. The walls were lined with shelves full of strange looking objects, there were huge candles of every size shape and colour. Herbs that I had never heard of filled jars, and there were plenty of things I just didn't want to know what they were or where thay came from. The walls were covered in complicated runes, I couldn't even guess there meanings, but I knew they weren't anything good. The lessons themselves were nothing like any of my studies with… at home. He didn't continue any of the stuff I was already doing, Ciaran said it was to low for me, I didn't need to know all that, I was meant to do greater things than that.

"You don't want to try anything to difficult the first time," he continued, "telekinesis is a very difficult power to master. And don't be too disappointed if you don't manage it, its not easy, you have plenty of time to practice." I lifted the box slowly an inch above the floor, along with everything else in the room. I raised my hand and levitated the whole contents of the room far above out heads. With a quick turning movement of my wrists everything began to spin quickly, just below the high ceiling. A slight smile crept across my face at Ciarans surprise. It was the first time I had smiled in weeks. Not since I came here.

"Well yes you could just try something big, I was going to go on to hand movements next week, so you would have plenty of time to master simple telekinesis but you seem to have managed that with no problems at all." He smiled.

"Stop underestimating me then." I said I was fed up of him making everything seem so hard. When I try things it comes naturally.

"Well I think you've done enough for today." I found myself being strangely disappointed. I hated this whole situation but the magick I was learning was amazing, it didn't seem that bad so far I wasn't harming anyone was I? Not really and since I'm being forced to be here until I can figure out a way to break the binding spell that keeps me here and stops me doing any magick against any Amyranth members. I may as well do something. I've been here for two weeks and so far I've just been miserable.

"Ok." I said reluctantly, and started to walk towards the door.

"Don't go yet, there's someone I'd like you to meet." So far I hadn't seen anyone but Ciaran, who did he want me to meet an Amyranth member? My heart was pounding in my chest. The last time I had been with people from Amyranth when I came to New York before, when they had tried to kill me. My father wasn't going to hurt me, not while he could use me but other members might think of me differently. Maybe for them it would be easier just to take my powers in a ritual that would kill me. I cautiously followed Ciaran into the main hall.

A young man with black spiky hair stood in the hall, he looked about 18. He had a bit of a bad boy look about him but he was extremely good looking.
"This is Callum, the youngest member of Amyranth, he's the son of one of our most powerful members and he's a witch genius himself. Not as good as you will be of course." Typical of Ciaran to introduce him to me by telling me how powerful he was, as if that's the most important thing in life, I suppose maybe to him it is.

"Hey, Morgan right? I've heard loads about you, kinda looking forward to not being the only one in Amyranth my age." He's probably been brought up to be power hungry and selfish just like the rest of them. I wonder how long he's been a member of Amyranth, he was probably one of the masked members that tried to kill me.
"So how long have you been in Amyranth then?" He looked uncomfortable, which didn't suet him, he seemed to be one of these people full of confidence, that are great at every thing they do.

"Not long, I wasn't one of the ones that tried to kill you if that's what you're thinking." He seemed to read my mind.

"That's nice to know." I said coldly. Just because he didn't try to kill me didn't make him a decent person. He had probably killed other people. He was a member of Amyranth. You have to massacre people just to get in probably. I started to go upstairs, the conversation was over as far as I was concerned.

In my room I put on of my new CDs on. I had gone shopping the other day, Ciaran insisted I bough some things to make me feel more at home, posters, my own CDs, DVDs and things. There was a sound system and DVD player with wide screen TV there already but Ciaran said he didn't know what movies and music I liked so he thought I would enjoy getting them myself. He thought wrong but it was something to do, it stopped me thinking to much. It was when I was alone with time left to just think that I remembered how much of a mess I was in. A fate which I hated but was inescapable.

There was a knock at the door. I cast my senses. Callum? What was he doing here? I thought I had made it clear enough that I didn't want to talk to him or anybody else like him. I was kind of nervous about inviting him in anyway. I had always grown up knowing boys were totally forbidden from coming in my room. There were no such rules here, but I felt more like I should stick to them here now that my parents weren't here. Clinging on to a small part of my old life. But I couldn't exactly tell him to go away. I didn't say anything unsure if I should invite him in or not. He took my silence as an invitation though and opened the door.

"I hope you don't mind me coming up, it's just I felt a bit awkward downstairs with your father and all. I know he's important and I'm supposed to follow him but I just don't agree with the things he does. Or any of them do." I didn't expect that.

"Like what?" I said slightly interested.

"Like keeping you here, for starters, I never had much choice in what I was going to do with my life either, I do understand what its like to have to do something if you want to or not. I never really was that interested in all this when I was younger."

"And you are now?" I asked still disliking him. Why was he doing this?

"Well, yes. It's not as bad as you think really."

"What killing people?" He didn't seem to be so different after all.

"No, we don't kill people without reason. You can't say the council has never killed a witch for doing "dark magick" when they had to." Well I didn't exactly agree with the council on some things but at least they were trying to stop people from misusing magick rather that supporting the cause.

"I never said it was ok but at least there fighting against dark magick which is more than what your doing."

"Is it? Define dark magick."

"Hurting people." I replied.

"Then the council use as much dark magick as us were doing the same as they are really, just fighting for what we believe in."

"Wiping out whole covens at a time?"

"If we weren't so careful with Amyranth they would wipe us out without a second thought about it. We do have our reasons." I hated to admit it but he had a point. But that doesn't make it right does it?

"Its still not right." I said out of lack of anything better to say.

"Is it up to you to define right and wrong for everyone?"

"It's up to me to define it for myself."

"Well you don't have a choice in that anymore, Ciaran doesn't care what you think right and wrong is you'll do as he tells you to." He looked at his feet.

"No I wont."

"You don't have any choice Morgan. You'll see that soon, you have a destiny you cant change." What does he know about it?

"What do you know about me?"

"I know I had to do the same, it didn't matter what I wanted."

"Well I'm not you, I'm going to get Ciaran back for this." Callum grinned at that.

"See its natural to you and you don't even notice it. Your going to be amazing some day Ciarans right about that."

"I don't care what his plans are for me, I'm going to do what I want as soon as I'm strong enough to fight this."

"That's what I used to think, after a while you'll realise this life is right for you, its hard just now because you've been dragged out of you old life and everything you knew but it will get better, it might get worse first but someday it will get better." Very comforting "Look you probably will be stuck here on your own with just your dad coming to visit and maybe a few ancient Amyranth members, if you want to get out sometime Ciaran might let you if your with me."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I know what its like for you just now, my numbers stored on the phone along with everyone else in the New York coven."

"Ok." I said with no intention to call him.

He left and then I was alone again, but with more than just the depressing memories of my old life but with some new ideas about my new one. What if he's right? Could I ever get used to this life?

(A.N Ah this is killing me! I want to get to the good bits, they will come…I hope! Review pweez because I loof them, encourage me to hurry up lol.)