Chapter 1:
Woodbane Princess
[Hey all. This is my first fan fic and it's about Morgan and what her life would have been like had Ciaran and Maeve ended up together. I know it's been done before but this is from a different angle and a different story. I'll need at least one good review before I'll post chap.2 so get reading and get writing. Hope you like!]
It's almost Samhain, finally! It feels like years since Madron, and this is going to be much bigger, better and more powerful.
Another plus side is were not having to fly half way round the world to get to some stuck-up old hags *cough* Selene *cough* Belltower*cough* multi-million dollar mansion in the middle of bloody no where 'cause Dad is hosting it for most of the coven this year. And that might mean having to get over any social claustrophobia that
might have struck me and that Mum's going to be moody 'til Yule, and that I have to see Selene again and be in my best "I'm gonna breed you loadsa lovely mini-powerhouses someday" with the old cow (there goes the idea of sticking a sprig of deadly nightshade in her tea).
And then there's good old Cal. Last time I saw him was when I was 16. We had some, ahem, fun (who wouldn't?), but if his head got much bigger I doubt his poor neck could stand the strain. Still, it should be interesting.
Morgan
"...And bring it down." I heard my father speak from across the room, rudely interupting the magickal coma that I was high on.
The destructive, addictive energy that had pulsated through everyone of us was leeched away in a second. We all sat, not the most graceful of activities for a circle of over a dozen people.
Automatically, I bent over and placed my head to the stone floor, grounding myself. Breathe in, I thought, energy out. I barely noticed the sickness now. For months after my initiation a few years ago, I had felt so terrible with the charge of energy that I got from circles such as this that I had vomited violently before my forehead
had a chance to touch the ground, although this was only a minor, prepatory circle before Samhain. Of course, anyone that dared mention it could expect a verbal decapitation a la moi.
I looked up and saw Mum walking accross the grand hall, auburn red hair bouncing dignantly. I realised I was the only one who could see her, she had blocked hersle from the others. I sighed. She only ever walked like that when Dad's coven were here, so stiffly, so icily, so unlike her usual fiery self. Fire fairy. Brahadair.
She snook a look at me, curiousity getting the better of her. The disappointment and love in her green eyes hit me like an arrow through the chest, as it always did. She looked away, her purpose served, to make me feel as guilty as sin to be seen in a circle with Amyranth.
"Good work everyone," Her muirn beatha dan said looking admirably around at all of us, lingering deliberately for a few seconds, on me. Him rubbing it in that I shouldn't hold onto energy longer than was required blah blah blah. "Brilliant wor-..."
"Well I have to say, a more graceful ending than last year, li'l sis'."
Abruptly, I broke away from the witches either side of me and swivelled round. Lingering in the stone arch doorway, looking playful and mysterious under a flame torchlight, dark hair messy, looking as if a three year old had dressed him, and, of course smiling, stood my older brother.
"Killain!" I grinned, half running to his open arms. After swinging me around several times he set me down. I smacked him on the shoulder.
"Ouuuch!" He exclaimed, rubbing the area as if it had actually hurt, "what was that for?"
"A, for mentioning the incident last year" (one of the worst vomit occurances and Killians favourite story) "and B, for not telling me you were going to show up!"
"Why? Would you have baked a cake?" He teased.
"Ahem."
We both looked around to see our deeply pissed-off father.
"If you could please save the reminising session until after the circle Killian, Sgiurs dan was busy."
I obediently walked back to my place in the circle. I hated it when Da used my coven name, The destroyer. Honestly, it makes me sound like some three year old kid's cheesy action figure, even if it the name of a prophecy. My prophecy.
Da glared at Killian until he turned to leave and then launched into some speech about all Woodbane strength and power. Sometimes I wondered if he just used the same speech over and over again with an extra "council scum" and "rightful legacy" thrown in each time.
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After what seemed like hours, the circle broke off and everyone either walked off to the kitchen where Mum had no doubt prepared something edible before sulking off to bed, or they left to there own B'n'B rooms in the neighbouring village. I was about to reach the stairs to my own bed, when someone grabbed my arm.
"Hey," said a ethereal creature with caramel eyes and a musty air of expectation about him.
"Hi Cal," I replied, deciding to act cool, while still not sure whether I was glad to see him or not, "I'd ask how your flight was, but couldn't honestly give a damn."
"I know, shame I didn't get a chance to say hello before the circle, but anyway, we have much more fun things to do than make small talk," he said, staring at me, him obviously figuring, in a seductive way. He took a step up the stairs.
I felt eyes on me and Cal. Ignoring his hint, I looked around our houses entrance hall, and saw two pairs of eyes glancing at us through heated conversation. One pair golden, like Cal's, the other, brown, like mine. Dad and Selene. Plotting.
I reined in my anger. It was common knowledge that me and Cal had been as good as betrothed to eachother since even before I was born, and even more so when my power became more evident, Selene had made damn sure of it. Well, might as well play along for the cameras.
I pressed my lips onto Cal's, surprising him, I usually needed a little more cajoling than this. I couldn't see it, but I knew my Dad's eyes had widened at this. Ha.
We somehow managed to navigate the staircase without removing our tounges from eachothers throats and stumbled to my doorway. Cal broke away and pushed open my door.
"Where do you think your going?" I asked.
"Where does it look like?" He replied, going to kiss my neck.
I swerved infront of him, blocking his way. "Not tonight, Cal," and with that and a smug look on my face at his obvious bewilderment, I closed my door in his face.
[So, you like, you don't like? So-called "conctructive critism" is welcome, but compliments and worshipping is too!]
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Woodbane Princess
[Hey all. This is my first fan fic and it's about Morgan and what her life would have been like had Ciaran and Maeve ended up together. I know it's been done before but this is from a different angle and a different story. I'll need at least one good review before I'll post chap.2 so get reading and get writing. Hope you like!]
It's almost Samhain, finally! It feels like years since Madron, and this is going to be much bigger, better and more powerful.
Another plus side is were not having to fly half way round the world to get to some stuck-up old hags *cough* Selene *cough* Belltower*cough* multi-million dollar mansion in the middle of bloody no where 'cause Dad is hosting it for most of the coven this year. And that might mean having to get over any social claustrophobia that
might have struck me and that Mum's going to be moody 'til Yule, and that I have to see Selene again and be in my best "I'm gonna breed you loadsa lovely mini-powerhouses someday" with the old cow (there goes the idea of sticking a sprig of deadly nightshade in her tea).
And then there's good old Cal. Last time I saw him was when I was 16. We had some, ahem, fun (who wouldn't?), but if his head got much bigger I doubt his poor neck could stand the strain. Still, it should be interesting.
Morgan
"...And bring it down." I heard my father speak from across the room, rudely interupting the magickal coma that I was high on.
The destructive, addictive energy that had pulsated through everyone of us was leeched away in a second. We all sat, not the most graceful of activities for a circle of over a dozen people.
Automatically, I bent over and placed my head to the stone floor, grounding myself. Breathe in, I thought, energy out. I barely noticed the sickness now. For months after my initiation a few years ago, I had felt so terrible with the charge of energy that I got from circles such as this that I had vomited violently before my forehead
had a chance to touch the ground, although this was only a minor, prepatory circle before Samhain. Of course, anyone that dared mention it could expect a verbal decapitation a la moi.
I looked up and saw Mum walking accross the grand hall, auburn red hair bouncing dignantly. I realised I was the only one who could see her, she had blocked hersle from the others. I sighed. She only ever walked like that when Dad's coven were here, so stiffly, so icily, so unlike her usual fiery self. Fire fairy. Brahadair.
She snook a look at me, curiousity getting the better of her. The disappointment and love in her green eyes hit me like an arrow through the chest, as it always did. She looked away, her purpose served, to make me feel as guilty as sin to be seen in a circle with Amyranth.
"Good work everyone," Her muirn beatha dan said looking admirably around at all of us, lingering deliberately for a few seconds, on me. Him rubbing it in that I shouldn't hold onto energy longer than was required blah blah blah. "Brilliant wor-..."
"Well I have to say, a more graceful ending than last year, li'l sis'."
Abruptly, I broke away from the witches either side of me and swivelled round. Lingering in the stone arch doorway, looking playful and mysterious under a flame torchlight, dark hair messy, looking as if a three year old had dressed him, and, of course smiling, stood my older brother.
"Killain!" I grinned, half running to his open arms. After swinging me around several times he set me down. I smacked him on the shoulder.
"Ouuuch!" He exclaimed, rubbing the area as if it had actually hurt, "what was that for?"
"A, for mentioning the incident last year" (one of the worst vomit occurances and Killians favourite story) "and B, for not telling me you were going to show up!"
"Why? Would you have baked a cake?" He teased.
"Ahem."
We both looked around to see our deeply pissed-off father.
"If you could please save the reminising session until after the circle Killian, Sgiurs dan was busy."
I obediently walked back to my place in the circle. I hated it when Da used my coven name, The destroyer. Honestly, it makes me sound like some three year old kid's cheesy action figure, even if it the name of a prophecy. My prophecy.
Da glared at Killian until he turned to leave and then launched into some speech about all Woodbane strength and power. Sometimes I wondered if he just used the same speech over and over again with an extra "council scum" and "rightful legacy" thrown in each time.
*
After what seemed like hours, the circle broke off and everyone either walked off to the kitchen where Mum had no doubt prepared something edible before sulking off to bed, or they left to there own B'n'B rooms in the neighbouring village. I was about to reach the stairs to my own bed, when someone grabbed my arm.
"Hey," said a ethereal creature with caramel eyes and a musty air of expectation about him.
"Hi Cal," I replied, deciding to act cool, while still not sure whether I was glad to see him or not, "I'd ask how your flight was, but couldn't honestly give a damn."
"I know, shame I didn't get a chance to say hello before the circle, but anyway, we have much more fun things to do than make small talk," he said, staring at me, him obviously figuring, in a seductive way. He took a step up the stairs.
I felt eyes on me and Cal. Ignoring his hint, I looked around our houses entrance hall, and saw two pairs of eyes glancing at us through heated conversation. One pair golden, like Cal's, the other, brown, like mine. Dad and Selene. Plotting.
I reined in my anger. It was common knowledge that me and Cal had been as good as betrothed to eachother since even before I was born, and even more so when my power became more evident, Selene had made damn sure of it. Well, might as well play along for the cameras.
I pressed my lips onto Cal's, surprising him, I usually needed a little more cajoling than this. I couldn't see it, but I knew my Dad's eyes had widened at this. Ha.
We somehow managed to navigate the staircase without removing our tounges from eachothers throats and stumbled to my doorway. Cal broke away and pushed open my door.
"Where do you think your going?" I asked.
"Where does it look like?" He replied, going to kiss my neck.
I swerved infront of him, blocking his way. "Not tonight, Cal," and with that and a smug look on my face at his obvious bewilderment, I closed my door in his face.
[So, you like, you don't like? So-called "conctructive critism" is welcome, but compliments and worshipping is too!]
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