A/N : Still ill, so, if it isnt my best work, please forgive me ! lol, enjoy...
An hour later, Morgan was striding purposefully towards the woods, tools in her bag, car keys in her pocket.
She quickly found the clearing, as it was marked with a few piles of rubble.
She hadnt wanted to wait till the morning, where she knew she'd chicken out. Instead she headed straight home, to get her tools. She was tempted to phone Hunter, but again, resisted temptation. Needing to hear a comforting voice to get rid of the last feelings of dread, she phoned her sister, who was in New York.
She was fiercly protective of Mary K, even though she was her sister by adoption only.
She changed into her robes, an laid out her tools.
" Please let this work ", she whispered into the night air.
She set up her candle.
Staring at the candle, she tried not to let her mind think the thoughts she'd been pushing to the back of her head all day.
That she was a murderer.
No, it wasnt her she saw, it was just someone who looked like her, she told herself.
She blocked them out and stared intently at the candle, forcing her strength and power into the flame, willing it to show her what she needed to see.
" Show me what I need to see, show me my life before," she whispered to the flame, unblinking.
After a time, a few minutes, or even an hour, the candle began to change.
Images flooded past Morgans eyes, showing her the same as before, milestones and special points in her life.
The image of her mothers eyes calmed her nerves a little.
Then, back to the clearing, the same clearingh, she realised subconsciously, as the she was in now. And wasnt that stone familiar to the rubble lying around her ?
The same scene replayed in front of her eyes, but, instead of being shocked, she payed close attention to it, to everything. Wasnt that her pendant round Learens neck ?
At the point where Maya plunged the knife into Learens heart, she shuddered but kept her eyes trained on the flame.
Learen falls, the blade of the knife sliding out his chest as if knife from butter. As he lies dead on the ground, Mays face crumples into sadness, her power, determination, and rage, seeping away as if nothing. She bent down and unlocked the pendant around Learens neck.
" You made me do this Learen, such a waste, such a shame, if you had joined me, you culd have done so much good, but instead you resorted to evil. You knew what Eeva was capable of, and you decided our love and our own daughter was enough to sacrifice, so long as Eeva was happy. Lust and power, a deadly mix. Im sorry Learen."
Standing, Maya walks over to the stone.
Whispering, she says,
" For your services, I bless you, forget what you have seen, and let only neutral energy pass through your stone."
Morgan gets pulled back to the present, the image of Maya bow headed and silently crying, fading in front of her.
She instinctively reaches up to her pendant, of a tarnished crescent moon, round her neck, sitting at her throat.
" It wasnt me, it was my ancestor, and I need to know more".
Thanks to RealityVSimagination, I'm glad you like it, sorry the chappie took so long. :)
Also to nofurylikewiccansscorned, Id hate to be her too, hold tight though,t heres still more to come, and thanx, my flu is almost gone, after 3 weeks, i have onyl a tickly cough left, lol!