Morgan woke up to the annoying sound of her alarm. Why do they make these things anyway? Any tune you play on the stupid radio will sound bad, she thought. Something about how the radio plays a song contorts it into a horrible, ear piercing sound. Morgan finally hit the snooze button and got out from her queen bed. She went over to the mirror to study her features. Plain as usual. Why do I have to be so incredibly plain? It's a wonder anyone likes me, she thought sadly.
Morgan brushed my teeth and went over to the kitchen. Her father, Ciaren McEwan, was sitting at the table reading a book. Typical, her father was reading, her fat, plump cat, Dagda, was sitting on his place mat, and nobody had cooked any breakfast.
"Thanks for the delicious breakfast!" She said loudly, and Ciaren looked up startled.
"Oh I'm sorry. I must have forgotten again." He said and stuck his nose back in his book.
"No duh…" Morgan muttered under her breath and took out the eggs. She had her breakfast and left the house to visit Cal. They were friends, going out for a couple of years, marriage coming close to mind, when it just sort of fell apart. Now, they were just friends.
When she arrived at the big house, Selene Belltower answered the door with an apron on.
"Cal?" she asked politely and Morgan nodded. She yelled for Cal and invited her inside. Morgan sat on the warm, leather couch in the living room until she heard Cal's familiar footsteps entering.
"Hey!" Morgan said happily and they gave each other a friendly hug. His muscular arms felt welcoming against her waist. They had known each other since they were barely aloud to leave the hospital.
"To whom do I owe this pleasure?" he asked, teasingly and Morgan was forced to mock punch him.
"My father. He's still driving me crazy. He doesn't do anything around the house, he only disciplines me with my magic. I can't stand it!" She said with more rage than necessary, and he gave her a small smile. He understood her completely, for he had the same problem with his mother.
"Talk to him about it, and if that doesn't work, cast a small spell," he told Morgan, half serious half joking around. Him and Morgan decided on going to the park. They walked around and had some ice cream, scried a bit, and talked about the last Amyranth circle.
"It went perfectly!" Cal argued.
"Are you kidding? Half the people almost passed out from the power! That isn't perfect, that means we need to improve!" Morgan argued right back. The last circle they had conducted so much power it got out of control. Morgan had been part of Amyranth all her life. She was the destined leader when Ciaren died, and she was one of the most powerful witches there. She had always loved the circles there; they were so natural, so powerful. She made friends with everyone there and people outside the coven. Most people didn't know she participated in dark activity, or at least that's what they call it. Morgan had grown up learning it not as dark magic, but as a different and more powerful way of learning magic.
"Exactly! It was so powerful." Cal retorted. Cal wasn't very powerful, but he knew a lot about magic. Morgan was much more powerful than him and Selene combined, but no one would ever mention that.
"Powerful doesn't mean perfect!" Morgan snapped back. They weren't having a violent fight, just a chat between two friends. "Bye Cal, I bet Fathers worried sick why I'm not home by now, considering I blocked myself from scrying and witch messages." She informed him and got off the park bench they were sitting on and ran home. When Morgan entered through the door the look on her fathers face confirmed her suspicions. She was dead.
"Where have you been?" Ciaren asked quietly, focusing almost all his strength on keeping his temper down.
"No where," Morgan said lazily and started to go upstairs.
"Where have you been?" Ciaren repeated, and his tone stopped Morgan dead in her tracks.
Why do you want to know?" Morgan snapped at him. She loved Ciaren more than anything, but he could get very annoying.
"I wanted to know where my daughter was! Don't you think I would be worried sick if my child left the house and didn't come back for 4 hours!" His anger lashed out and Morgan felt as though she had been slapped.
"I was with Cal! Are you happy now? All because you don't have a social life doesn't mean I can't." Morgan told him and his anger seemed to dissolve.
'Thank the Goddess," he said quietly. Morgan became worried.
"What do you mean? Was I in any danger?" Morgan's voice was quivery and scared.
"I am going to tell you the truth, my daughter. You deserve it," Ciaren's face had a saddened look on it, his hazel eyes looking into her own. "A seeker is in town by the name of Hunter. He is suspicious of you. Someone tipped him off that you practice dark magic and he is hunting for you. If he found you I don't know what I would've done." Ciaren came over and gave Morgan a huge hug, tears leaking from his eyes.
"Father," Morgan said pushing him off. "You know as well as I do that I can take care of myself. Don't worry about me." She tried to show a reassuring smile. "I want to meet this seeker. See if he'll be any fun."