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3. Council

What is happening to us. Morgan was beaten by Ciaran, again. Why can't she just be left alone. She looked so upset that these awful things are happening again, when we had thought it was over. A Seeker has been sent. The council has refused to leave it up to me, they claimed that my personal connections would interfere with my decisions. Goddess, it made me furious.

Giomanach

I woke up this morning feeling like I had never been to sleep, despite the fact I'd had 10 hours. My head was stuffy, and I felt weak. I dragged myself out of bed, had a reviving shower, and then went down to breakfast.

"Are you alright honey?" My mom asked.

"Mmm, just tired"

"You look terribly pale."

I hadn't even considered what I looked like, pale was probably an understatement. I grabbed a diet coke from the fridge, and put a pop tart in the fridge.

"I'm fine really" I tried to smile "Thanks."

When we arrived at school, I immediately joined our coven's corner.

When they saw me, they looked relieved. Bree asked, looking concerned.

"Are you okay Morgan, I wanted to see what was wrong on Saturday. Sky told me you just had a headache."

I couldn't tell them the truth, at least not now, I would have told Bree, just 5 months ago, but now there seemed to be so much I didn't tell her, so much she wouldn't understand about Wicca.

"Yeah, you look kinda ill," Alisa stated. Alisa had recently discovered that she was a blood witch, or half blood witch. I felt sympathy for her having been through the same about 5 months ago.

"I'm fine really" I said. "I just got a really bad headache at the circle. I'm probably coming down with something."

At that moment the bell rang. My friends still looked worried, but not suspicious. For once I was looking forward to school, a normal day without worries about Wicca.

I got through the day o.k. I got an A-grade in history, which I was relieved about, after getting like an F for the last major test. My parents would be happy to see that I'd found time to include my homework with my studies of Wicca. I had blocked out memory of last night all day, but still felt ill and drained.

I was just getting into my car when I got a witch message from Hunter to say that we had to meet at Practical Magick, instead of his house tonight. Secretly I was pleased, because I liked Alyce, who owned the place and I knew that she and Bethany would be able to help. Mary K. got a lift with her friend Jaycee.

As I walked in to the shop, I felt someone else's presence other than everyone else. At first I thought it was just a customer, but I was wrong.

"Morgan" Hunter greeted me, "This is Greg Wardoff, a Seeker from the council." My eyes widened in surprise, but I tried to blanket my feelings. Why would they send a Seeker to Widow's Vale, its not like there was anything to investigate?

"Nice to meet you Morgan, I've heard so much about you." He greeted me. That was unnerving. What terrible things would he know about me? He was old, maybe fifty with graying hair and darkish skin, he was such a contrast to Hunter who had been the youngest Seeker ever. I could feel him sending out his senses, and I quickly shut myself off to him.

"Hello" I muttered. At that moment Alyce and Bethany came in carrying cups of warm tea. I was grateful to get past the awkward moment. We all sat down at the table in the back of Practical Magick.

"Morgan, how are you?" Alyce greeted me, "I'm sorry to hear about what's happened." I smiled at her and Bethany, a healer who had been staying with Alyce to teach me some skills. She seemed happy, but worried.

"Morgan, Greg is here to help us solve what has been happening recently." Hunter tried to look calm, but I could sense his dislike for Greg, and everything that had been going on recently.

"Yes, we at the council believe that this is a very serious matter that people have been able to contact your mind, and control your actions Morgan." He began. "It seems that you would be able to cause serious harm to people around you in that state, and it would not be safe to risk this happening again."

I was getting angry, how dare this strange man talk to me as if it was my childish fault that this was happening? What about me, my pain as it happened, and how I was feeling weak and drained since then. As if I would want to hurt Hunter or anyone else. It was not even me acting. I knew I ought to control my anger before Greg thought I was even more unstable.

"It is not my fault this is happening." I muttered.

"We think that perhaps you have been able to become in contact with the underworld, so that they are able to use your power and return to the living for a short amount of time. Are you sure that you have done nothing to bring on these, er, attacks? You were not trying to contact the underworld or anything irresponsible beforehand."

That was it, I was about to lose it, but it seemed that Hunter had got there first.

"Mr. Wardoff, Morgan does not do irresponsible things, she would not want to hurt others, besides, Ciaran is not dead as far as we know. Morgan would not want…" Hunter made an attempt to calm me down as he must have felt my anger boiling. I could tell he was furious also, but he always manages to control himself. I however could not.

"Do you think I enjoy being taken over by some other dangerous witch, and I have some secret pleasure in destroying everything around me and causing pain to myself, because you are completely mistaken. I came here hoping someone would be able to help, so I will not sit here and listen to your insults. I'm going."

In my tears of frustration and guilt for Hunter, I grabbed my bag and made for the door before I could make my situation any worse, if that was possible. I could not bare looking at that man, so infuriatingly calm and almost seemed to be taking pleasure at my troubles.

I got into my car and was about to leave when Alyce came out to talk to me. She got into the passenger seat, while I sat there desperately trying to calm down my anger. She waited until she sensed that I was less hysterical, then gently said.

"None of us like Greg either, I thought it was best that I came to you, seeing as Hunter was nearly as cross as you were." At least I was not the only one to be upset by Greg.

"He has little concern for people's feelings," she continued, "and has a knack for talking down to people, as you probably realize by now. We all know that it is not your fault that this is happening, nor did we want Greg to interfere, but as Hunter is no longer part of the council, it had to happen."

"I'm sorry", I managed to say, "I know you're only trying to help, and I've just made everything a million times worse. The council will now think I'm some kind of uncontrollable teenager, too powerful for their own good."

"Don't worry, love, Hunter's there now, probably trying to smooth things over. It's not your fault. Maybe it's best for you just go home and relax, seeing as it's probably not a good idea to face Greg again tonight." Alyce was always right, it was as if she knew me inside out.

"Thanks Alyce, please tell Hunter that I'm sorry."

"Of course dear, now you take care." She put her hands on the side of my head, and I immediately felt more relaxed and calm. I smiled at her, and Alyce got out of my car and walked back to Practical Magick.

I gladly went home and was actually looking forward to doing my homework.