Morgan Koda stood just beyond the wide double-doors lightly tapping her foot impatiently on the concrete walkway. She knew her friends, Tristan Blake, Rex Walker, and Raine Hunter would appear any second through the front entryway of Edenwiess School of Magic.
She waved her hand smartly over her head when she saw them. Raine was going to visit her during the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays, but she wouldn’t be seeing Tristan or Rex for two and a half months until school started again, and she knew she would miss them terribly. She hugged each in turn, wishing them “Happy Holidays”. When she backed away from Tristan she said, “I’m going to take Sonny to my grandmother’s." She shot a glance around. Making sure none of the other milling students were looking in their direction. She hunkered down next to the dog, and said softly, "I’ll be right back.”
No one at the school knew she could Blink, teleport in an instance to anyplace in the world, and even into the past. The four of them planed to keep this skill a secret, or die trying.
With her friends towering over her, Morgan Blinked herself and Sonny, her enormous yellow lab, into the living room of her grandmother’s house.
For a brief second she thought her magic had failed her once again. She really needed to get a handle on this. She scolded herself with an angry shake of her head. So far she had landed herself, her friends, and Sonny within the reach of a T-rex, and a band of war-crazed Indians.
With a vow to try harder in her classes, she searched the room for something familiar. But this wasn’t the living room she remembered. Gone were the seashells, starfish, and the net-wrapped glass spheres that hung from the driftwood shelves. The interior design she’d learned by heart was of a house that belonged to the sea. However, thrown about the room before her, were wooden side tables, burgundy leather couches and matching wing-back chairs. The hangings on the chocolate colored walls were of cows, horses, and mountain scenes.
It wasn’t only the decorations that had been altered. The layout of the house itself was different.
Morgan knew she had teleported herself and Sonny into the wrong house. Slamming her eyes closed. Forming a vivid picture of her grandmother’s smiling face in her minds eye. She concentrated on the image and Blinked.
She jerked her eyes open and watched the last of the colorful hue from her transport fade.
Once again, they were standing in the same room. Hesitantly Morgan opened her mouth to call out for her grandmother, but slammed it closed before any sound could escape her. If this was someone else’s house, how was she to explain how she and the big yellow dog had come to be here?
They couldn’t stand here forever. She had to make their presence known. However, when she called out for her grandmother, her voice sounded a lot like a bullfrog. Forcing down the lump lodged in her throat. Morgan tried again, “Nana?” A trimmer shot up her spine at the fear she heard in her voice.
Sonny shook his head slightly when the second transport ended. He stared around the room, then looked up at her nervously. He wondered what was going on…. But when he heard the tremor in her voice, he went into defensive mode.
“Nana…?” Morgan nearly screamed as she called out for her grandmother a second time.
Sonny pressed himself into her side, laid his ears back against his head, and searched the room. His nose lifted into the air, then "No way" slammed into his brain as a familiar scent filled his nostrils. His tail gave a wave from side to side as his heart jumped, and he leaped forward.
Morgan managed to grab his collar before he went tearing from the room. “Sonny, what is it?” She whispered. The wild look that had come over his features didn't help the fear crawling up her spine one bit.
“Morgan is that you?" A man's voice sounded from another room. "We’re in the kitchen,”.
She held on tight to Sonny’s collar as he dragged her towards the man's voice, then into a sun-brightened room, where four people were sitting around a large wooden table.
Her eyes scanned the room, then fixed on her grandmother and Mr. Jurich, who owned the bookstore in the
. They rose
to their feet as she was dragged into the room. village
Morgan's eyes were drawn the woman beside her grandmother. She knew her from the pictures she'd seen.
"This is not possible" The tiny voice in her head spoke loudly. Morgan ignored it as her gaze traveled to the man sitting next to the woman. She knew she had never met him before. But something about him seemed oddly familiar.
“Morgan, what’s the matter with you? You look like you've seen a ghost.” The man said with just a hint of wit as he rose to his feet and approached her.
“Dad…?” Morgan whispered. She looked at the woman, and mumbled, “Mom…?”
No Way!” The tiny
voice in her head screamed loudly.
Her father was eyeing her with great concern. He shifted his gaze to Sonny. “What is the matter with you two?” he asked bewildered.
“Oh, boy…” were the only words Morgan could think to say.
Suddenly she shot into her father’s arms, with a river of tears running down her face. She hugged him so tightly that had she been older, or maybe, just stronger. She would have broken his ribs.
Molly Koda jumped to her feet and rushed to her daughter. While trying to feel Morgan’s forehead, she said, “Morgan, what is it? Where do you hurt? What’s wrong with you?” Molly panicked as she stared at the back of her thirteen-year-old daughter’s shaking head. “Sean?” she said helplessly, staring wide eyed into her husband’s hazel eyes.
He slowly shook his head, just as shaken by his daughter’s actions as she was.
Molly, totally unnerved, turned to her mother, Rose Koda, and screamed, “Mom… call an ambulance.” Molly had no idea what she was saying. All she knew for sure was her daughter was scaring the hell out of her.
Morgan released her father, only to latch on to her mother in an equal hug. Jumbled words of “Dead-How-Alive” and something that sounded a lot like “Mrs. Ryan” flowed about the room.
A loud bark echoed around off the ceiling, and everyone froze, then promptly stared at the dog.
Sonny had his chocolate-brown eyes fixed on Maximus Sean Alexander as though he were hallucinating. But his nose told him, the man really did stand before him.
Morgan finally stepped away from her mother and grabbed her hand. She also seized one of her father’s, and led them to the table.
“Please, everyone, sit down." She said. "This is going to take a while.” She studied her parents for a moment, then glanced across the table to where her grandmother and Mr. Jurich had just returned to their seats. Morgan noted the tight hold Mr. Jurich had on her grandmother. Her eyes flew to the flash of a gold band on his left hand. She searched her grandmother’s left hand, and found a huge emerald and diamond ring. ‘Wow, they're married!’ she thought. She turned her head again, and caught the sparkle from her mother’s left hand.
Morgan's shot down at the other hand she was holding. Her dad also wore a ring on his finger. Nothing but pure joy filled her heart.
With a parent seated on either side of her, and still holding their hands. Morgan began her story.
She told them of the past she remembered. Of the time she had spent in
at Mrs. Ryan’s home. About the
kindly elderly man who had been nice to her. How he had gone away one day and
never came back, and her life had changed. Mrs. Ryan had made a servant in the
household. Then she told them about Mrs. Ryan’s grandsons, and how they had
endlessly tormented her. Montana
She had to hold her hand up when both her parents erupted in denials. It was easier for her to continue with her story than to stop and answer their questions.
She described the letter she had given to Santa Claus, who turned out to be the Dean of Edenwiess School of Magic. She conveyed in great detail their conversation of her being a witch. How her parents had died. Then being taken to meeting her grandmother.
“I don’t understand. We’re not dead, and you grew up here with us.” Molly said hurriedly when Morgan paused for a second.
Sonny spoke from where he sat between Morgan and her father.
The five humans at the table stared down at him.
“I think I know what has happened." He said giving the table a once over. "Morgan has unintentionally changed the future, and for the better it appears.” Sonny smiled up at Sean. He had missed his friend dearly in the years they had been apart.
The four adults at the table said “What” so loudly it echoed off the ceiling.
Morgan took over the explanation. “I’m not sure when it happened. It might have been when we rescued the Guardian.” She unconsciously rubbed her forehead; a sharp pain was pounding just above her right eye.
Before anyone could ask who or what the Guardian was. Sean had seen the flash of Morgan’s magical bracelet and seized her arm. No one at the table, or through the house for that matter, had any trouble hearing “OH, SHIT!” He roared before he could stop himself. Three other people at the table looked questioningly at him.
Morgan and Sonny, however, knew what he was staring at.
“I know!” Morgan whispered staring into her father’s eyes.
“Morgan…" He said as his hand tightened on her wrist. "What the hell are you doing with the Bracelet of Noesis?" His hazel eyes flew to her amethyst ones. "What do they think they’re doing giving that to my daughter?” He added furiously.
“Sean, what’s going on?” Molly asked as she tried to gain her feet.
Morgan pulled her back into her chair.
“Those Custodians of the Rainbow have given her the bracelet that controls the most dangerous object in our world.” He stated fumingly as he lunged to his feet, tearing his hand out of Morgan's grip.
“I still don’t understand. Isn’t her bracelet just like yours? You always said it was.” Molly stared from her daughter to her husband. “Sean, where are you going?” She asked hurriedly.
“I’m going to the Magical Control and Regulation Board (MCRB) and having a talk with a representative from the Rainbow Custodians. They are not giving that bracelet to my daughter.” He was across the kitchen and almost through the doorway with Molly right behind him.
“Dad… Mom… Wait!” Morgan said as she ran after them. “I can explain.” She knew she had to stop them from leaving the room. “The Creator told me why I have the bracelet,” she stated firmly as she joined them. “Please dad, come and sit down, while I explain.” She latched onto his hand and slowly pulled him back to the table with her mother following in their wake.
When she had them seated again, Morgan continued. “The Creator told me that he couldn’t bring himself to destroy the mask. So, he stripped the knowledge of it from his children. But as a result, they forgot they were magical. Not until a child was born of his DNA and a magical parent would magic reveal itself. He knew his children wouldn’t be safe as long as they held the power to control The Mask of Noesis.” Morgan said staring at her mom.
“Then, they made a mistake." Sean intervened with his eyes locked on Morgan. "Your mom isn’t a witch, nor does she have the Creator's DNA…And…you only have one magical parent -Me- and I'm not related to him.” Sean roared as he started to rise again from his chair.
“No Dad - they haven't made a mistake. Have you never wondered about the color of her eyes?” She pointed to her mom. “Mine and Nana’s as well? Our whole family's…?”
“What the hell does amethyst eyes have to do with this?” He stared from his daughter, to his wife, then to his mother-in-law.
“We are his descendants.” Morgan replied bracing herself for the bomb that was about to go off.
Only silence bounced off the walls.
“I’m a witch?” Molly whispered in disbelief.
“Yes mom.” Morgan said watching her closely.
“What?” Nana said finally joined the conversation.