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Okay I fixed what needed to be fixed… someone pointed out to me that the thoughts and dialogue were hard to diminish, and me, forgetting my usual format, didn't bold them…
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'Bold' thoughts
'Italic' Ciarnan's words of wisdom
You Think You Know
You know those people who say that you should always do the right thing and never be evil? Yea, they were the ones who had their things stolen or were wronged and their plan for revenge fell out. No one in this world is completely good or evil; I know that. I'm not evil and neither is my father; I kind of hate explaining that to people. So he has few ideas and morals that aren't socially popular, so did every other 'evil' dictator and tyrant. They were all said geniuses and had vast intellects. Guess what? They all died in the end. The ironic part is they didn't die because of mutinies from their own followers or because those righteous idiots who fought against them won; they lost because of they got cocky, thought themselves immortal and indestructible. This is the fate that awaits my father. I know this and I will welcome it with open arms. He made a wrong turn somewhere in his quest for power. I think it was when he killed my mother, but that's only because she was very powerful and probably could've controlled or restrained him. Most likely, his wrong turn was when he started to threaten and kill people. See, that, that is not socially acceptable. I shake my head disappointedly at this. You don't build up and gain control by being socially unacceptable. You have to be hypocritical and manipulative; like the way I am with father, Cal, and how I will be when I nab Hunter. I understand the error of my father's way, but not the way people would think. If I were to kill people it would have to be deaths that are necessary; my father? He killed too many covens, and openly I might add. So a few people disagreed, he could've still gotten a few people instead of decimating the whole coven and town. Anyways that's not the point, the point is I'm not him… I'm better. I'm destined to be better. Who else would be better to take over the world than the one that called the destroyer? That's all for this entry.
Sgiúrs Dan
I closed my book of shadows and placed it back inside its case. Of course, it was spelled for protection and there was a tiny curse that met anybody who wasn't me. Killian and Cal both learned the hard way not to touch my things. I am much stronger than they are, did they really think they could break though my spells so easily? It should've thrown them off right then but, hey, when you're a girl, people always underestimate you. I made my way downstairs where Cal and Selene were waiting for me. Something I learned and perfected from my father.
'Make people wait, it gets them frustrated and unable to focus on what you're doing or going to do. But there is a slight precaution. Don't make them wait too long and don't make the wrong people wait. If it's somebody important, you should be early rather than late. But if they are not, make them wait only a minute or so. If you make people wait too long, they'll be too angry to listen to you. People are easy to manipulate, Morgan, but it is also easy to screw that up.' I took his words to heart and they always saw me through. He may be power hungry and overly ambitious, but my father never hesitates to tell me something that could help and protect me.
Selene was the first to look up at me as I made my entrance. A scowl was firmly set upon her face and I knew she was mad because she knew she didn't have much power over me and I didn't consider her important enough to be early or on time to this little meeting.
"You're late." She announced. I thought it was already painstakingly obvious, but most people like stating the obvious. I guess it makes them feel smart to note and announce it before anybody else can. I shrugged my shoulder in response and sat in one of the stools by the island in the kitchen.
"You're father called," she paused to see my reaction. I continued drinking my diet coke and waited for her to speak. "He wants a report of your progress with the seeker boy and how you are approaching the situation." I nodded my head. To anyone else this would sound very cold, but I wasn't anyone else and knew the meaning behind his words. I made a move to leave but Selene held up and a hand, gesturing to me she was not done. "I want you to know, Morgan, that while you are a guest in this house I would like to be treated with decency and respect. I will not tolerate you cursing my son." She finished definitively and Cal sat smugly looking at his mother with adoration. My blood was boiling at the slight injustice but I held back my anger and gave her an answer.
"I want you to know, Selene, that while I am a guest in this house I would like to be respected as well and that my privacy does not get invaded. Also, if it was up to me I would've done more than just curse you're pathetic excuse for a son for trying to pry into my book of shadows. Unfortunately, my father made it a rule that until you captured the magic from the members of Starlocket, I am not allowed to touch either one of you in fear that it will compromise both of our missions. So just so you know Selene, while this may be your house, I am the powerful and feared witch here, not you." I grabbed my coke and proceeded to return to my room. I smiled as I cast out my senses and felt Selene's untamed anger flowing out. Today was going to be a good day.
Today was not a good day. I got lost. In this small little itty, bitty town, I got LOST! How the hell does that happen! And on top of that, I'm out of gas. Cal did this, I know he did. He is going to pay.'
I sat seething in the SUV which was lifeless on the side of the road. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were turning white and I could feel my nails biting into my skin. If anybody were to actually come down this road and see me, they would swear I was psycho. I know how I looked; an angry girl holding onto a steering wheel of an unmoving car as if willing it to life. 'Yup, they've caused me to go as mental as they are.'
Suddenly, something moving caught my eye. It was a car. 'YAY! I'm saved.' It pulled over and stopped in front of the SUV. Someone got out and I immediately got happier. It was Hunter. 'I correct myself again. Today was a good day.' When he saw me in the driver's seat, a smile grew on his face and he came to my window. I rolled it down and greeted him.
"Hey, how are you?" I abhor being courteous. It's so politely fake.
"Good. You have some car trouble?" Once again, people love stating the obvious. 'No, I just decided to sit in my car on an abandoned road for the last HOUR!' I chocked down the urge to be rude. 'If you want or need something, be as courteous as possible. Once that person has outlived their usefulness, it doesn't matter how you treat them. However, be careful… some people can be useful more than once.' Father's words echoed in my head again and I smiled at the memory.
"Yea, apparently, I ran out of gas. I should've checked the gauge before I left but I was in a hurry." 'A hurry to save my poor sanity.'
"Where were you going?" 'Goddess, is he always this considerate?… oh yea, I forgot. He's not American.'1 He smiled at me and I could tell he was trying to charm me.
"Nowhere special. I just heard that there was a book store where I could find some stuff to read and study with and maybe stock up on supplies." I smiled back. I probably looked like a helpless idiot, but anything for father. 'Argg.'2
"I know the place you're talking about. I'll take you there and you can call a towing company to get your car." I nodded and smiled as sweetly as I could. I rolled up the window and unlocked the door. He, like a gentleman, opened it for me and helped me out. Pressing the button to lock it on the keychain, I followed him to his car and sat down as he, once again, had held the door open and closed it once I was inside. We drove most of the way in a comfortable silence. Unfortunately, he had to go and disrupt it.
"So, you're Ciarnan's daughter?" 'Okay, is this going to be good day or not?' I sighed and looked out the window. I knew what this guy thought of my father and anybody else associated with Amaranth.
"Yes. And you are Daniel Niall's son, Cal's half brother… blah blah blah. Is there a reason you decided to state my heritage?" I tried not to sound biting but I can't help it. I hate prejudice people, especially those whom are uninformed.
"N-no. It wasn't meant as anything bad." He stuttered out. I know I caught him off-guard with my tone.
"Yes, it was. Don't cover it up. Be honest, at least." I stared out the window hoping we would arrive at the book store soon. Although, I had a nagging feeling I had seen that same clearing twice, and we kept taking the same turns. Looks like somebody is trying to get me to talk.
"Sorry." He kept his eyes on the road and I knew he really was I could feel it. "Why are you here in Widow's Vale? I thought you never left your father's side." Finally, he got to the point.
"I'm here on a much needed vacation and as a punishment- don't ask. And I am not joined at my father's hip if you must know, you assuming, little prick."- 'I hate assumptions, especially when they pertain to me.' My voice started to rise as we passed the marker I had set when I got suspicious. "And for Goddess' sake will you stop driving in circles. I have been distracted by better and, apparently, smarter people than you!" I called out a spell and the tires screeched against the pavement. I yanked open the door and started to run/walk. I heard him try to start the car, but after I hit the brakes, I went into the engine with my mind and disconnected the battery. The car door slammed shut and I heard footfalls try and catch up. Closer than I had originally thought, he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him. Both of us were seething.
"What did you do to the car?" His eyes were wild and I noted they had changed from a cool, ice green to now a dark emerald.
"Why don't you just figure it out yourself? Seeing as you only need to assume you know what you're doing!" I was really angry. My eyes were probably red with fury. "Just ask for a report that contains a few accounts! Maybe that will make it simpler!" He looked at me utterly confused, all his rage and anger gone. How could he not figure it out? Did he want me to spell it out for him? Finally I got fed up with his silence and blank stares and told him. "Do you know how hard it is to be the child of a supposedly evil man? No, wait, let me correct myself as my step-mother does- the illegitimate child, seeing as he killed my mother? Do you think I haven't been through this before? People just happen to be asking if I'm his daughter, trying to get me to say something incriminating. It's pathetic! So, why don't you just call your stupid council and tell them to stuff themselves! " I somehow screamed all of this in one breath.
I turned away at his face that was the perfect picture of shock. I walked for about a mile and I finally saw the damn book store. I didn't feel like shopping anymore, lucky for me, there was a telephone both right outside. I got in and opened the phone book. After I had called the taxi, I inserted the needed amount and called long distance. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to go home where I only had to deal with Grania and other controlled situations. I started to cry and waited for my father to pick up the phone.
A/n: 1st: I am American and I live in Miami. It is very hard to find somebody polite here unless they are from somewhere else, like Ft. Lauderdale (like an hour away). And if you come from a big city, you know what I'm talking about. Nobody is polite. They are cold and heartless and they will splash water on you if they are in a car and you are walking on a sidewalk… it happens in real life not just in movies.
2nd: Okay, I know when some of you read that you're going to be like 'Wtf! She hates him... blah blah blah' but if you've read 'night child', there is a passage before she mentions his funeral about when she visits him at Borach Mean. She does love her father even though he was 'evil'; he still wanted the best and saw her as a powerful witch instead of just an untrained witch like everyone else. Family is family. You can disown them but if you ever see them hurt, you can't help but defend them. No one understands how you feel about your family because it's your family not theirs.