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started a new life.”
“That was why we never came back here for a visit.” I guessed.
“It was one of the reasons.” Gwen continued, “Your father started his landscaping business and raised you well away from us and the legacy that we share. So you were brought up not understanding exactly what it is that you have inside of you. That was his choice, and while I may not approve of what he did, he was my little brother and I loved him all the same.”
My mind raced as I considered what I had just been told.
Gwen interrupted my thoughts as she said, “Now you have come back to us. You are a powerful young woman with no idea of what you are capable of or how to protect yourself from those who may try to exploit your gift.”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“I should have explained that for every light there is also a shadow.” She looked at each of us, deliberately. “When you came to live with us, I never imagined that we would find ourselves having any sort of contact with the Drake family.” Aunt Gwen said softly.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I frowned at her. For comfort, I stroked Merlin’s long back. He leaned into the petting, but otherwise stayed alert and watchful.
Aunt Gwen sighed. “Magick, like nature, is a neutral force. I have taught my children to work magick ethically and to not interfere with the free will of others.”
“You’ve talked to us about neutrality before, Mom.” Ivy said. “I explained to Autumn the other day that we have to cast spells from a calm and centered place, that we do not manipulate other people with our magick, and we don’t cast in anger.”
Holly nodded, her curly hair bouncing. “It was one of the first lessons you taught us Mom. Why are you worried about this now?”
“Because, girls, there are families that follow a different type of magickal tradition, less earth centered and more ceremonial. Not the natural magick we work with. However, this is not merely a difference in styles or taste...”
Aunt Gwen stopped and seemed to be choosing her next words with care. “The fact is that not all magick is positive or constructive. Some individuals use magick to control, to coerce, and to harm,” she paused and then looked straight at me. “And there are those that even specialize in the darker magicks.”
I heard footsteps in the hall and Bran poked his head into the room. On cue, Merlin arched his back and hissed at the intrusion. “Mom?” Bran reached for Gwen. “I got the text message. What’s happened?” To my surprise Bran was as casually dressed as I had ever seen him. Gone was the jacket and conservative tie. While his dark dress slacks still looked neat and professional, his pale blue dress shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, and I saw, as he came into the room and took his mother’s hands, that he had his shirt sleeves folded up. It boggled my mind a bit. Bran looked almost like a regular man and not a stuffy academic.
Aunt Gwen smiled at her son. “Take a seat Bran and I will bring you up to speed. Also, I am going to tell Autumn some of our the family history. You should be here for this.”
Bran nodded, and started towards the window seat to sit next me. Then he stopped and reconsidered as Merlin continued to hiss and let out a warning wail. “Call him off.” He ordered me.
I resisted the urge to say “Good kitty,” and pat Merlin on the head. As if he knew my thoughts, Merlin whipped his head around to glare at me. Instead I said to Bran, “He’s your family’s cat. I can’t help it if he doesn’t like you. ” I shrugged.
As Bran walked towards me, Merlin narrowed his eyes at my cousin with an impressive growl. Holly gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, while Ivy sat there next to her sister on the couch, grinning at the cat. I have to admit I had never seen Merlin act so aggressively. Bran stopped again and seemed to reconsider as Merlin cranked up the growl to a yowl.
“Oh for Goddess
“That was why we never came back here for a visit.” I guessed.
“It was one of the reasons.” Gwen continued, “Your father started his landscaping business and raised you well away from us and the legacy that we share. So you were brought up not understanding exactly what it is that you have inside of you. That was his choice, and while I may not approve of what he did, he was my little brother and I loved him all the same.”
My mind raced as I considered what I had just been told.
Gwen interrupted my thoughts as she said, “Now you have come back to us. You are a powerful young woman with no idea of what you are capable of or how to protect yourself from those who may try to exploit your gift.”
“What do you mean, exactly?”
“I should have explained that for every light there is also a shadow.” She looked at each of us, deliberately. “When you came to live with us, I never imagined that we would find ourselves having any sort of contact with the Drake family.” Aunt Gwen said softly.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I frowned at her. For comfort, I stroked Merlin’s long back. He leaned into the petting, but otherwise stayed alert and watchful.
Aunt Gwen sighed. “Magick, like nature, is a neutral force. I have taught my children to work magick ethically and to not interfere with the free will of others.”
“You’ve talked to us about neutrality before, Mom.” Ivy said. “I explained to Autumn the other day that we have to cast spells from a calm and centered place, that we do not manipulate other people with our magick, and we don’t cast in anger.”
Holly nodded, her curly hair bouncing. “It was one of the first lessons you taught us Mom. Why are you worried about this now?”
“Because, girls, there are families that follow a different type of magickal tradition, less earth centered and more ceremonial. Not the natural magick we work with. However, this is not merely a difference in styles or taste...”
Aunt Gwen stopped and seemed to be choosing her next words with care. “The fact is that not all magick is positive or constructive. Some individuals use magick to control, to coerce, and to harm,” she paused and then looked straight at me. “And there are those that even specialize in the darker magicks.”
I heard footsteps in the hall and Bran poked his head into the room. On cue, Merlin arched his back and hissed at the intrusion. “Mom?” Bran reached for Gwen. “I got the text message. What’s happened?” To my surprise Bran was as casually dressed as I had ever seen him. Gone was the jacket and conservative tie. While his dark dress slacks still looked neat and professional, his pale blue dress shirt was unbuttoned at the throat, and I saw, as he came into the room and took his mother’s hands, that he had his shirt sleeves folded up. It boggled my mind a bit. Bran looked almost like a regular man and not a stuffy academic.
Aunt Gwen smiled at her son. “Take a seat Bran and I will bring you up to speed. Also, I am going to tell Autumn some of our the family history. You should be here for this.”
Bran nodded, and started towards the window seat to sit next me. Then he stopped and reconsidered as Merlin continued to hiss and let out a warning wail. “Call him off.” He ordered me.
I resisted the urge to say “Good kitty,” and pat Merlin on the head. As if he knew my thoughts, Merlin whipped his head around to glare at me. Instead I said to Bran, “He’s your family’s cat. I can’t help it if he doesn’t like you. ” I shrugged.
As Bran walked towards me, Merlin narrowed his eyes at my cousin with an impressive growl. Holly gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, while Ivy sat there next to her sister on the couch, grinning at the cat. I have to admit I had never seen Merlin act so aggressively. Bran stopped again and seemed to reconsider as Merlin cranked up the growl to a yowl.
“Oh for Goddess
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