Been awhile but now that finals are over I promise to get going with the
story.
Joute: Thanks for the Review. Hope this is a better chapter.
Chapter 2
After they had gotten out of the cave, Marguerite had yet to disclose to anyone, especially John, what she had actually saw. She was still somewhat confused by what she dreamed herself. The faces in her dreams were familiar yet she couldn't place where she knew them from. Lately, different things started to make her wonder if in fact she had somehow been reincarnated.
"Don't be preposterous, Marguerite." The heiress stated to herself, "It's only a dream. It isn't real." She stared into the mirror watching her reflection intently. Who are you really? She never got the chance to answer that question.
"Marguerite, are you going to sit there all day primping?' Marguerite rolled her eyes at the question which came from her favorite hunter, yet she would never disclose that fact to him. She slowly got up and turned her haughtiest stare on him.
"A few minutes in front of the mirror never hurt anyone. You should try it sometime." John just looked back at her with a monkey grin on his face.
"You love my ruggedness. Why should I change?" He kept on grinning. She wanted to slap it off. Suddenly a low growl was emitted from both of their stomachs. They looked down and laughed.
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When they walked into the dinette area they noticed that no one had waited until they got there to start eating, well technically the only one stuffing his face was Malone. Malone stopped his spoon in mid air and looked sheepish.
"Uh... We figured you wouldn't mind if we started." He looked around the table and noticed no one else was even looking at the food. All eyes were on him. "What?"
Veronica grabbed two plates for the late comers. As she passed Marguerite got a good look at her pendent. Before now she had never bothered to pay it much attention. But as she stared her vision blurred and she was mentally transported back to a time long ago.......
She was watching as her aunt Morgaux was given the pendent from Viviane.
"Morgaux, you shall bear this pendent, as shall those who are decedents of you. You and those you birth will henceforth be known as the Protector of Avalon" She was stunned when Viviane motioned for her to step forward. At 16 she was finally being called upon by the Priestess to do her bidding. As she eagerly stepped forward Viviane smiled at her.
"Morrigan, you, like me, will be known as the chosen one. You will lead our people from harm. With you, Avalon will flourish and will not be lost. This Pendent, the Glea, will help you in times of need. Never loose it. Be one with it. As it is one with you." Morrigan bowed her head to let Viviane place the pendent about her neck.
"I won't fail you Viviane. I won't fail our people......."
A hand on her shoulder brought Marguerite out of her vision. She looked up to see Veronica standing directly in front of her.
"Are you all right? You looked like you were off somewhere in that head of yours" She didn't really hear her. "Morgaux?" Marguerite whispered. Veronica stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "Marguerite, are you okay?"
"What?" She looked around at the others who were staring at her. "Why are you all staring at me?" She laughed a little and tried to shake this sinking feeling she had in her. "I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really. I think I just need a bit of fresh air." She hurried and ran to the elevator making a quick exit.
"That was weird." Malone stated. When everyone started to finish their breakfast, John still stared at the elevator. That was too weird. Even for Marguerite.
She kept running not caring where her flying feet were taking her. After running so long she couldn't go on, she stopped. She looked at her surroundings and decided that she was indeed lost. Except deep down, she knew she had been here before. She looked all around her and noticed a cave. When she entered it, a feeling of happiness and contentment surrounded her. On the walls were hieroglyphics and ancient writing with she surmised was Gaelic or some form of ancient druid writing. She was drawn to one particular image. It was nearly faded, but she could slightly make out what it was. It was a young girl. Dark hair and eyes that showed a great wisdom. She looked down and noticed something that didn't seem one with the wall. As she leaned closer she ran her finger along the edge that wasn't flush. Suddenly a bright flash soared through her. As she was thrown on her back through her hazy vision she noticed a woman with dark hair with silver streaks in it. Yet her face was free of lines. The crescent on her forehead seemed familiar to Marguerite. The woman's flowing blue gown brushed Marguerite's side. Just as Marguerite was about to loose consciousness, she thought she heard the woman say, "Welcome home, Morrigan" With that all she saw was darkness.
To be continued....Hopefully soon. Please R&R I greatly appreciate all you have to say about my story. Though I love these characters unfortunately I don't own any of them all I own is the Glea pendent.
Joute: Thanks for the Review. Hope this is a better chapter.
Chapter 2
After they had gotten out of the cave, Marguerite had yet to disclose to anyone, especially John, what she had actually saw. She was still somewhat confused by what she dreamed herself. The faces in her dreams were familiar yet she couldn't place where she knew them from. Lately, different things started to make her wonder if in fact she had somehow been reincarnated.
"Don't be preposterous, Marguerite." The heiress stated to herself, "It's only a dream. It isn't real." She stared into the mirror watching her reflection intently. Who are you really? She never got the chance to answer that question.
"Marguerite, are you going to sit there all day primping?' Marguerite rolled her eyes at the question which came from her favorite hunter, yet she would never disclose that fact to him. She slowly got up and turned her haughtiest stare on him.
"A few minutes in front of the mirror never hurt anyone. You should try it sometime." John just looked back at her with a monkey grin on his face.
"You love my ruggedness. Why should I change?" He kept on grinning. She wanted to slap it off. Suddenly a low growl was emitted from both of their stomachs. They looked down and laughed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
When they walked into the dinette area they noticed that no one had waited until they got there to start eating, well technically the only one stuffing his face was Malone. Malone stopped his spoon in mid air and looked sheepish.
"Uh... We figured you wouldn't mind if we started." He looked around the table and noticed no one else was even looking at the food. All eyes were on him. "What?"
Veronica grabbed two plates for the late comers. As she passed Marguerite got a good look at her pendent. Before now she had never bothered to pay it much attention. But as she stared her vision blurred and she was mentally transported back to a time long ago.......
She was watching as her aunt Morgaux was given the pendent from Viviane.
"Morgaux, you shall bear this pendent, as shall those who are decedents of you. You and those you birth will henceforth be known as the Protector of Avalon" She was stunned when Viviane motioned for her to step forward. At 16 she was finally being called upon by the Priestess to do her bidding. As she eagerly stepped forward Viviane smiled at her.
"Morrigan, you, like me, will be known as the chosen one. You will lead our people from harm. With you, Avalon will flourish and will not be lost. This Pendent, the Glea, will help you in times of need. Never loose it. Be one with it. As it is one with you." Morrigan bowed her head to let Viviane place the pendent about her neck.
"I won't fail you Viviane. I won't fail our people......."
A hand on her shoulder brought Marguerite out of her vision. She looked up to see Veronica standing directly in front of her.
"Are you all right? You looked like you were off somewhere in that head of yours" She didn't really hear her. "Morgaux?" Marguerite whispered. Veronica stared at her as if she had lost her mind. "Marguerite, are you okay?"
"What?" She looked around at the others who were staring at her. "Why are you all staring at me?" She laughed a little and tried to shake this sinking feeling she had in her. "I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really. I think I just need a bit of fresh air." She hurried and ran to the elevator making a quick exit.
"That was weird." Malone stated. When everyone started to finish their breakfast, John still stared at the elevator. That was too weird. Even for Marguerite.
She kept running not caring where her flying feet were taking her. After running so long she couldn't go on, she stopped. She looked at her surroundings and decided that she was indeed lost. Except deep down, she knew she had been here before. She looked all around her and noticed a cave. When she entered it, a feeling of happiness and contentment surrounded her. On the walls were hieroglyphics and ancient writing with she surmised was Gaelic or some form of ancient druid writing. She was drawn to one particular image. It was nearly faded, but she could slightly make out what it was. It was a young girl. Dark hair and eyes that showed a great wisdom. She looked down and noticed something that didn't seem one with the wall. As she leaned closer she ran her finger along the edge that wasn't flush. Suddenly a bright flash soared through her. As she was thrown on her back through her hazy vision she noticed a woman with dark hair with silver streaks in it. Yet her face was free of lines. The crescent on her forehead seemed familiar to Marguerite. The woman's flowing blue gown brushed Marguerite's side. Just as Marguerite was about to loose consciousness, she thought she heard the woman say, "Welcome home, Morrigan" With that all she saw was darkness.
To be continued....Hopefully soon. Please R&R I greatly appreciate all you have to say about my story. Though I love these characters unfortunately I don't own any of them all I own is the Glea pendent.