Okay! Let's see what we can whip up! Oh, in case you didn't figure it out, the last chapter was in Morgan's point of view.


Morgan and I walked down the road, to nowhere in particular. She looked beautiful–as usual–but I had better control now. I wasn't going to do anything irrational. I was in control. Mostly, anyway.

"So what exactly do you want me to do?" Morgan asked, looking ahead of her instead of at me. I was pretty much doing the same.

I thought about the question. She had to do something–she'd gotten mad when I refused her help, and I didn't want her mad at me. I didn't know why, but I just didn't.

"Well, whatever you want," I said at last. "I guess you could keep an ear out for anything suspicious."

"Isn't there anything else?" asked Morgan.

"No. Not really. You shouldn't even know I exist," I said. "If the council found out, they'd probably fire me." I bit my lip, knowing that I may well get a notice soon that would fire me, considering that I had just told Morgan MacEwan.

"I won't tell," she said, and I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding.

"Thank you," I said genuinely. "This job means everything to me."

"That's a bit sad," said Morgan thoughtfully. I spun my head to look at her.

"How so?"

"Never mind," Morgan said quickly. "Forget I said anything."

"No," I said. "Tell me. What's so sad about working for the Council?"

"It's not the Council, per se," said Morgan thoughtfully. "It just seems sort of sad that a job means everything. Maybe that's not true to you, but…" she trailed off, obviously worried that this would upset me.

"It's a figure of speech," I said, though I wasn't particularly sure if that was true. It wasn't everything–although it probably was the only thing that saved me from suicide–but sometimes it did almost feel that way. "Besides, sad or not, it's my job."

Morgan didn't say anything, but I could tell she didn't agree with me. I wasn't sure I agreed with me either, but it didn't matter. I was standing by it.

The silence lingered onward after that, and we walked in silence. It would have been awkward, normally, but it wasn't for some reason. It had something to do with Morgan, I was sure of it, that made the silence feel right. It was too soon when it was broken, by Morgan, who also looked a little regretful at breaking it.
"Why'd you become a Seeker anyway?"

I hesitated. "It's complicated," I said at last.

"I think I can keep up," said Morgan with a smile. I smiled a twisted half-smile to myself, and let an amused chuckle escape from my throat.

"You say that now," I said.

"Well, if it's that complicated, just size it down," said Morgan, looking at me with those eyes of hers. They were big and brown and eager to learn, and it made me want to laugh again. Instead, I said,

"Well, long story short, my brother died, and it made me want to join the council," I said, saying the word 'died' so quietly, even I could hardly hear it.

"I'm sorry," said Morgan, sympathy in her eyes.

"Don't be," I said with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "It's not your fault."

Morgan stopped walking all of a sudden. Startled, I turned around, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"N-no," said Morgan, shaking her head slowly as if she was dazed. "Nothing's wrong."

It didn't look like nothing was wrong, but, deciding not to press her, I held my hand out to her. "Come on," I said. Her eyes held shock and fear. She reached out slowly, at a snails pace, and I kept my hand held out for her to take, letting her take her time. I would wait. I would be patient.

Her hand was almost to mine, and then she pulled back quickly. "No thanks," she said. "I'll just go home." She turned around and started walking quickly away from me.

"Hey!" I called after her. She didn't turn around. "Morgan!" She walked a little faster. "You don't have to pretend!"


I was freaking out, and I didn't know why. For some reason, when he told me it wasn't my fault that his brother died, I got this strange feeling, like it was somehow. I knew this was impossible–I'd never even seen Hunter before a few days ago, let alone his brother, so how could it be my fault?

It was the dream¸ I thought to myself. I remembered it with sickening clarity. "You know what you did." But I didn't. That was the problem!

Hunter held out his hand. "Come on," he said. I looked at his hand with surprise. I was really scared now–did he think I'd killed his brother? Was he going to make me admit it? Did he already know what I was trying to do? Was this a trap?

I slowly stretched out my hand towards his. I had to go on, didn't I? My father would find me, if nothing else. I wasn't in any real danger. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to take the Seeker's hand.

I pulled my own back quickly, as if there was an electric field around his hand. Hurt filled his eyes as I said, "No thanks. I'll just go home." I turned and hurried back the way I came, towards the huge mansion that was my house.

"Hey!" Hunter called. "Morgan!" Uh-oh, I thought worriedly. Was he mad? Was he going to come after me? I heard his voice, clear with his British accent. He didn't sound angry, he didn't sound suspicious; he sounded like he understood. "You don't have to pretend!"


"You're getting in way over your head," said Sky softly. "What do you think you're going to accomplish with this?"

"I don't know, Sky," I said with a sigh. "But you should've seen her. She wouldn't even take my hand."

"Do you think it's Ciaran?" Sky asked, looking astounded. "Would he really do something like…?"

"I don't see why not," I said. "He's an evil mastermind."

"So what do you plan on doing about that?" said Sky; the perfect living conscious. "Do you really think you can save this girl? From her father?"

"Maybe," I said softly. "I do what I can, Sky. I try. Morgan has potential; you'd be an idiot to deny it. If we can make sure she's on the path of light…"

Sky shook her head. "Let someone else do it," she said. My head shot in her direction. "It's too dangerous for you. Let someone else."

"No," I said, shocked at what she was saying. "It has to be me. Everyone else is much older than her. She won't listen to them."

Sky shook her head again. "I don't like this," she said.

"You don't have to," I said, standing up from the armchair where I sat and walking to the room that, for the moment, was mine.


I opened the front door, my face tear-stained and my lungs out of breath from running.

"Little sis," said a familiar voice.

"Killian!" I cried, running into my big brother's arms. "Why didn't you come to the picnic?"

"My flight was delayed," said Killian in his Scottish accent. "Can't say I was that disappointed, though." I broke out of his hug, nodding in understanding. Killian and Ciaran had gotten into a fight a while back, and since then, the atmosphere was always a little heated when they were in the same room. Killian, like only he could, pretended not to notice and still managed to have a good time. "Anyway," he continued on, not liking that subject. "I hear you're finally growing up."

"Oh…you mean the Seeker?" I was already getting really tired of people mentioning him.

"You don't seem too happy about him," Killian noted. Thank you, Captain Obvious, I thought dryly.

"It's nothing," I said. "I just wish people would leave me alone. Nobody interrogated Iona like this when she practically destroyed her first Seeker."

"You're the favorite," Killian said simply. "Besides, this is a very important Seeker."

"How come?" I asked. "What makes him different? Because he's so young?"

"Hasn't Cal told you?" said Killian, looking confused. Before I could ask him what he meant, Ciaran came into the room.

"Morgan," he said coolly, ignoring Killian. "Did you find him?"

"Yeah," I said. "Turns out he was just waiting for Iona to leave. He was following us the whole time." Ciaran muttered something unintelligible, then said,

"What did you find out?"

"Nothing much, or very important really. Just that he became a Seeker because his brother died–is that useful?"

Ciaran considered it. "Not really," he said. "We already knew that anyway."

"I didn't," I said testily. "Don't you think I should know about the Seeker before I meet him?"

"Morgan, if we told you everything we knew about the Seeker, you may not be able to act like you don't know. So it's best to keep you mostly clueless for now. You understand." I understood, but I didn't like it.

"Okay," I mumbled. I said one last thing to Killian about how I was glad he came, and then headed up to my room. I was out like a light instantly, worn out even more than I remembered.


I lay on my bed and thought of Morgan. She was something I'd never dealt with before, and it confused me.

I was well aware that Morgan could very well be tricking me right now, luring me in until I was putty in her hands, and yet I didn't care. After all, being a Seeker was dangerous, and being one was practically signing up for death. If anyone were to put an end to me, I'd be glad it was her. That was really weird thing to say, but somehow I felt it was true.

Whatever happens, I thought to myself, I'll still be able to know that at least I tried. I always tried.

Wow. That was a pretty long chapter, wouldn't you agree? But it also took a long time to write. Hmm. What do you know?

Anyway, don't get mad about that; I usually update a lot quicker on the story that's my main focus, and this is only my main focus on certain days, so it goes by slowly. If you're lucky (and if I type as fast as I most possibly can) perhaps you'll find another chapter of this story up today.

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