Moonlight Denial: Shades of Moonlight Book One

Hey guys! How goes it? Sorry this is a little late, but I have a legit reason this time. I posted the reason on LJ and my profile page here, but I know some people don’t check either. The reason is I had to do a kind of emergency move. As some of you know I was living with my friends in an apartment. Well, its low income housing and all three of us had finally gotten job (yay!) but now we were all making too much to live there (boo!) So it was either one of us move out or we’d all get evicted. I was the obvious choice to do this because I’m just me. With the others its my best friend, her boyfriend and their baby, so there was a lot more to them moving instead of just me. So I had to do a quick move back to my mom’s house.

That is where I am now. I gave myself a few days to readjust and settle before I tried to finish this chapter and now that time has come! So here is the chapter you guys had been waiting on. It’s sure to be an eye opener >:D And here is a link to my replies to all of the wonderful reviews I received for the anniversary chapter ^-^ Now enjoy!

http://darkness80.livejournal.com/4840.html

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Amelia could only stare as her mother’s words rang through her like an unexpected bell.

“Amelia, I am the Guardian of Katerina’s Heart.”

She took a step back, shaking her head.

“No, no, it can’t be. What are you saying?” she demanded. “What kind of joke is this?”

“It is no joke, Baby,” Cecile said and her serious tone helped eradicate any doubt. “I am the Guardian and there is no sense in hiding it any longer, not with everything that has happened.” Her soft smile returned. “I especially couldn’t bear to keep it from you another minute.”

“I just-I don’t understand. How can – I didn’t even think those Heart things really existed until now. How long have you been the Guardian?”

Cecile looked off in thought, her fingers absently touching her chin.

“How long has it been now? It seems like forever. Hmm, I believe it happened just a little while after you were born. You were only a few weeks old.”

“When were you going to tell me this? How could you have kept this from me my entire life?” Amelia felt hurt. She thought her mother had never kept anything from her. They had been completely open with each other since she was born. She was made nearly sick by having to keep her first secret from her mother and now she was finding out that Cecile had been keeping her own all along.

“I wanted to tell you, but it was too dangerous,” Cecile explained. “I had to wait until you were old enough to understand the gravity behind the situation. I had decided to wait until you were eighteen, but with recent events I couldn’t wait that long.”

“Eighteen? Really? You were going to wait until I was ‘legal’?”

“That’s how long we waited to tell Serena and Preston.”

“Serena and…Preston? We? Wait, you mean everyone else knows that you’re the Guardian?” Amelia asked in disbelief. How could the whole family have kept this from her? Especially Preston? He couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, at least not from her. It appeared she was wrong. It was then that Preston’s strong prejudice against the vampires made perfect sense.

“Yes, everyone but you and Nicole knows that I am the Guardian.” Cecile chuckled softly. “I am strong, but I couldn’t imagine carrying the weight of the Guardian all by myself. We have all been doing our part to make sure the Heart is safe.”

Amelia felt sick again and she started to shake as a realization sank in. Her family was bound to protect the Heart and she had just joined the very people that were determined to find it and take it for their own.

“Oh, God. What have I done?” she whispered, her fingers digging into her hair and her nails biting her scalp. “Mom, I-I didn’t know. I didn’t know we were supposed to be protecting it. I helped them. I just wanted to be close to Nicoli, to make sure he was okay, and I helped them. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”

Before she could sink into mass hysteria hands were placed back on her shoulders. She looked up into her mother’s comforting gaze and instantly relaxed. Cecile didn’t seem angry. She should have been furious.

“It’s all right, there’s no reason to be upset.”

“But–”

“Shh, hush, Baby,” Cecile cooed, stroking Amelia’s hair, soothing her further. “You didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, you did exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

“What I–What do you mean? I got them closer to their goal, didn’t I? Isn’t that bad?”

“Not at all. Come, there is something I need to show you that will help you understand.”

Amelia curiously followed after her mother. She was lead through the house until they came to the basement door. Her confusion was increased as they made their way down.

The basement was not like any normal basement. It wasn’t dark and dreary and it wasn’t filled with things that needed to be stored and forgotten. Instead it was brightly lit and there were canvases and easels scattered about everywhere. Some paintings were completed while others were only partly finished. The ground was covered in a white tarp that was splattered with a variety of different colored paint.

Amelia was no stranger to her mother’s little art studio. She had been down there countless times, watching her mother work. It was always a breathtaking sight. Such passion would overcome Cecile as she painted and each stroke of the brush was pure poetry.

Amelia looked around as they reached the floor, searching for anything out of place. Nothing. The room was how it had always been.

“Soo, what did you want to show me?” she asked.

“Before I show you, there is something I need to ask,” Cecile said, turning to her daughter. “Do you remember what you’ve been taught about when witches have visions?”

Amelia tilted her head, not understanding what the question had to do with anything.

“Well, yeah, of course. A witch having a vision is very rare. It means they are so in tune with the world that they are blessed with flashes of what is to come.” She grinned widely. “How could I not know about them since you’ve had two visions yourself.”

A witch having a vision of the future was rare. A witch having multiple visions was unheard of, but Cecile had done just that. When she was a teenager she had her first vision and it had helped her save her brother’s life.

One day, minding her own business, Cecile was struck by a vision and she watched as Roderick rode his motorcycle over a bridge. Just as he reached the middle an earthquake hit, collapsing the bridge and killing her brother. In a panic she raced to stop Roderick, who had left the house moments before. She cast a flight charm on herself to fly after him since she thought that was the fastest way. For weeks after there was a story in the newspaper about a flying girl with a picture to go along with it, luckily the picture wasn’t good enough to tell who the girl was.

Cecile caught up to Roderick just as he neared the bridge. She was able to stop him and explained what she had seen. As Roderick laughed and told her she was just imagining things a great earthquake shook the ground with ferocity, toppling them both. Then, before their eyes, the bridge crumbled into nothing. Roderick never doubted Cecile on anything again.

Her second vision came only a few years ago. Hailey and Lloyd were recently married and were trying to have a baby to add to the Fairbrooke brood. For months they tried with no result. They went to every specialist they could and Hailey tried every spell, chant, prayer, and herbal remedy she could find and still she could not conceive. One day she visited Cecile and Tabitha and broke down, sobbing and weeping. All she wanted was a baby and the powers that be kept denying her that one wish.

As Cecile and Tabitha tried to comfort Hailey, Cecile was struck by another vision. What she saw made her heart swell and her eyes brim with tears. Hailey was standing in a nursery, and as she walked around the room she sang to a bundled up baby with a head of thick black hair. A month later, Hailey became pregnant with Nicole.

Amelia had heard the stories all growing up, the one about her Aunt Hailey later since she was almost nine when it happened. It just made her mother so amazing in her eyes and to anyone else that heard the stories.

“Yes, my two visions have served me well,” Cecile said with a nod. “I was able to save Roderick and had the chance to quell Hailey’s fears of never having a child, but there’s something you need to know.”

“What?”

“My vision of Hailey was actually my third vision.”

Amelia’s mouth fell open. Third? Her mother had had three visions in her life? That was considered impossible, then again, her mother had proved a long time ago that she had surpassed what normal witches could do.

“Third? Really? You had a vision before Aunt Hailey’s? Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

“Because it had to do with the Hearts. It was something I could not share with you until I told you the duty that had been placed upon our family, which would be at this very moment.”

“When did you have it?”

“Fifteen years ago. You were only two at the time.”

“So…what happened? If the vision was about the Hearts, what exactly happened?”

“Some of it is still unclear to me. I don’t know the events that led up to it, but all I know, all I care about, is how it ends. In short, I saw a war. In a land of ice and snow a battle raged. Vampires, werewolves, humans, witches, they were all there, all fighting each other. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. Then a man floated up above the battle with three glowing orbs floating around him. They were the Hearts, I just know it. Then the man began to glow as well and the orbs around him became brighter and brighter and a flash of brilliant light engulfed everything. That was the end of the vision.”

Cecile walked over to the wall by the staircase and beckoned Amelia to follow.

“The man in my vision destroyed the Crystal Hearts, I’m sure of it. I felt their power leave the world with the flash of light. But I had a problem. I had no idea when this vision was going to take place. The one of Roderick was in the immediate future, with Hailey, the near future. My second vision, however, I had not an inkling. Something in my vision, though, made me look out for certain signs. Those signs have appeared, so the end of the Crystal Hearts is at hand.”

“What signs? What do you mean?” Amelia asked, feeling just as lost as before.

Cecile didn’t answer. Instead she placed her hand on the brick wall behind her. Amelia gasped as a section of the wall started to ripple before fading into nothing, leaving behind a nook that could fit two people.

“You’ve had a secret wall down here this whole time?” she asked in disbelief. As she looked inside she realized that something was in it. Before she could ask, Cecile made a sweeping gesture and the thing floated out on its own. It settled before Amelia and she realized it was an easel and canvas, but it was covered by a sheet.

“You’ve been hiding a painting?”

“Yes, a very important painting. It is the last scene I saw before the flash of light. I want you to look at it and tell me what you see.” With that she took hold of the sheet and pulled it away.

Amelia gasped, her mother wasn’t kidding. It really was a war. In a land of white she could see a multitude of bodies locked together in combat. Some appeared human and she could make out the larger bodies of terrifying werewolves. In the upper middle of the painting she saw the man her mother had spoken of. He was floating in the air, his arms spread out wide. To his sides and above him she could see three glowing objects. The Hearts. She disregarded the Hearts, though, and focused on the man. She felt like she knew him.

Arctic clothes made his body undistinguishable, but he had long hair. At first Amelia thought it was black, but then realized it was a dark brown. Something about the man’s face, his expression was so familiar. She had seen it a thousand times before. A second gasp tore from her and she stepped back.

“Oh my God, it’s Nicoli!” she exclaimed. She came closer again and now that she had said it she saw it. Everything about the man screamed Nicoli.

“Yes, I came to that conclusion, too,” Cecile said, standing back and letting her daughter examine. “Of course I didn’t have that conclusion until a while after he had moved here, but there’s no denying it. The man in the painting is your friend.”

As Amelia scrutinized the man she realized something was wrong with his face. It looked like he had a black splotch over his right eye.

“Is he…is he wearing an eye patch?”

“Yes.”

Amelia turned to her mother, her nose wrinkled up in confusion.

“Why?”

Cecile chuckled.

“I don’t know. Like I said I don’t know the events that led up to this.”

With a great amount of perplexity Amelia went back to scrutinizing the painting.

“So Nicoli is going to destroy the Hearts?”

“Yes, I had no idea when this was going to happen or who the man was, but there was something else in the vision that made me believe that I would at least find out those answers in my lifetime.”

“What was that?”

“Look into the crowd of people. Do you see anyone else familiar?”

Amelia moved in close and looked at all the other people, trying to discern them from one another. Some started to pop out that she thought she recognized. Most being members of the clan, two identical blond men fighting each other really stuck out to her. She was just about to ask if the clan was who Cecile meant when something else caught her eye. In the lower right hand corner there was a woman in fierce combat. Amelia’s insides tickled and turned numb. The woman had red hair and was surrounded by electrifying blue magic. If she looked close enough, she could see the freckles on the woman’s face.

“Holy crap…” she whispered, standing up straight. With a shaking finger she pointed at the woman. “M-Mom, is that…is that me?”

Cecile smiled and an air of pride swirled about her.

“Yes, Baby, I believe it is. I had my suspicions on who the mysterious woman was when I first had my vision, but there was no way to be sure. You were just a toddler, so how could I know for certain? But I had a feeling, if the woman wasn’t you, that she was at least a Fairbrooke. She seems very Fairbrooke-ish, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah…but now you’re certain this is me?”

“Yes, I am, who else could it possibly be? She is every bit you. I’m more certain about that than ever.”

Amelia looked at the painting again, studying her painted form and Nicoli’s as well. The figures looked like them, yet not. The paintings had the two teenager’s features, but they seemed older, but not physically. They seemed aged by experience and knowledge. It was a rather disconcerting realization.

“So, what does this mean?” she asked, finally tearing her eyes away from her painted double. “All of what’s going on is supposed to happen? Nicoli was meant to move here, he was meant to meet the vampires and me, I was meant to open the book and we’re meant to destroy the Hearts?”

“Yes, yes, yes and yes. It is all falling into place. The wheels have finally begun to turn.”

“And…you want this?” Amelia asked. “You're the Guardian, you’re supposed to be protecting the Heart and you’re okay with it being destroyed?”

A light laugh left Cecile.

“The reason the Guardians protect the Hearts is so that their power cannot be unleashed on the world. In reality, we are not protecting the Hearts, we are protecting the world and its people from the Hearts. So, yes, I want the Hearts destroyed. With them gone they could never prove a threat to anyone again.”

“Then why don’t you just destroy the Heart you have?”

“It’s not that simple, Baby. If I could I would, but I am the Guardian and my job is to protect the Heart, not bring harm to it. If I broke my obligation there would be consequences.”

“From who?” Amelia asked in confusion.

“Last Hope may be gone, but there are…other forces that make sure I do my job. Besides, you need all three to either use their power or destroy them, and I’m afraid I just don’t have it in me to go seek out the others and complete the collection.”

“Wait, you don’t know who the other Guardian’s are? You’re not in some kind of Guardian Club?”

Cecile laughed again and shook her head.

“No, that was an extra security measure. If one Heart was taken then there would be no possibility of that Guardian spilling information on the other two. It was the safest way. But even though I cannot end the power struggle that has been happening for centuries that doesn’t mean others cannot, that was why I was so relieved when I had my vision and why I haven’t been interfering with your new friends in the slightest.”

Amelia mulled over the words and watched as her mother recovered the painting, getting one last glance at Nicoli’s eye-patched face before it disappeared under the sheet. The painting wasn’t stored back in the nook, maybe because now it didn’t have to be hidden. With a beckoning hand Amelia was lead back up the stairs.

“So, I’m confused,” Amelia said as their feet clattered up the steps. “How did you become Guardian in the first place? How does that even happen?” They reentered the upper level of the house and headed to the kitchen.

“Well, let’s just say Deloris was very clever in her choice.”

“Wait.” Amelia grabbed her mothers arm, making the other look at her. “Deloris chose you? But-But she told us that it wasn’t up to her and, wait a minute, she said the current Guardian wasn’t a witch!”

Her mother’s warm hand patted her own.

“Sorry, Baby, one thing you need to learn fast about Deloris Mary-Weather is that she’s sometimes a shameless liar.” As Amelia pouted Cecile went to the stove and started the kettle to brew some tea. “Now, take a seat, there’s another family secret I must reveal to you.”

“Another one?” Amelia moaned, her shoulders sagging as she went to go sit at the dining table. “How much have all of you been keeping from me?” Her mind was already stuffed with all she learned. She couldn’t get the image of Nicoli, his arms wide open, floating in the air, out of her mind. He was destined to destroy the Hearts. She wondered if he’d still feel weak and useless if he knew that.

Then there was the war. The bodies twisted and mashed together in a life or death struggle and she was going to be right in the middle of it. It sent chills through her body. How would all of that happen? How would they find themselves in such a battle?

She jumped when a pretty little teacup with vine designs wrapping around the rim was set in front of her. She looked up as her mom pulled a chair out and sat next to her with her own teacup.

“This is the last secret, I swear,” she said, adding a few cubes of sugar to her tea from a little dish in the middle of the table.

“Okay, so what is it?” Amelia asked, grabbing one of the cookies that were still on the plate and nibbling on it distractedly.

“Back when Deloris was first prosecuted, she knew that her position as Guardian was in jeopardy. If she was gone, who would there be to protect the Heart? She had been prepared for that, however, and had chosen a young woman to take on the responsibility. She had befriended this woman several years prior and had groomed her to be the next Guardian if something were to happen. Why she chose the young woman was unclear. She was nothing extraordinary. Just a simple, ordinary human with no abilities to mention of. She was quiet and meek, but she was smart and had a good heart. That’s why I think Deloris chose her.

“The night before Deloris was to be executed the young woman snuck into the building she was being kept in. Then they quickly worked on the steps that needed to be taken to make the young woman the Guardian, but also to make sure Deloris was still around after she died.”

“Uh, wait, what?” Amelia said, shaking her head to come up for air from the story. “What do you mean to make sure she was still around?”

“There is no guarantee that once someone dies that they will come back as a ghost. Deloris found a way to turn it into a guarantee. The young woman brought a book with her and Deloris cast a high level spell that tethered her very soul to the book so that when she died, instead of moving on, her soul was drawn into the book and that’s where it’s remained.”

“Why would she do that?” Amelia asked, her hand reaching out and grabbing another cookie.

“She knew her job would be done once she was killed, but Deloris was a woman that wanted to make sure that something she started was finished. She wanted to be there to guide the young woman through all the trials that were sure to come up, so she did the only thing she could to make sure she’d still be around.”

“That’s something else I don’t understand. Why did Deloris let herself be burned at the stake?” Amelia asked, absently brushing crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “She was so powerful, she could have saved herself, or even wiped the minds of everyone there, but she didn’t. She let them burn her. Why?”

“I don’t know, Baby,” Cecile said softly, stroking Amelia’s hair and tucking a few strands behind her ear. “To this day she never really talks about that time. I just don’t know why she let it happen, but there must have been a reason, just one she doesn’t feel like sharing.

“Now, there was one other thing Deloris did to make sure that the young woman would have the strength to be Guardian. Have you ever heard of Transference?”

“Transference?” Amelia repeated, trying to familiarize her tongue with the word, but her mind could offer nothing helpful. “No, what is it?”

“Transference is when a witch gives her power, all of it, every ounce of magic within her, to another.”

Amelia’s eyes widened and her jaw slackened.

“W-What? We can do that?”

Cecile chuckled.

“Yes, we can, but it only works if we give our magic to a normal human, not another witch. And, obviously, we can only do it once. Using Transference takes everything from us and turns us completely human.”

“And…Ms. Deloris did that? She gave her power to the other woman?”

“That’s right, in essence, she turned the young woman into a witch and Deloris became a human. With her new powers the young woman became much more equipped and became the new Guardian after Deloris had died.”

“That still doesn’t tell me how you became Guardian, Mom. How did our family get involved in all this?” Amelia asked, finding the story interesting, but not enough to quell her curiosity.

Such a mischievous smile turned up Cecile’s lips that Amelia was taken aback.

“We were involved from the very beginning. You see, the young woman’s name was Helen Fairbrooke.”

Amelia’s mouth now entirely fell open and little minute sounds issued from it that she couldn’t quite make into words.

“H-Helen? You mean great grandma?”

“Yes, it was your great grandmother, my grandmother, that Deloris chose to be her successor and Guardianship has stayed in the family since. That is why I am now Guardian.”

“So that’s why I felt so close to the book,” Amelia murmured. “It was covered in Ms. Deloris’ magic and her magic is…our magic. So, does that mean we’re not real witches? We’re not natural born witches?”

“Oh, don’t worry so much. We are every bit as witches as the next witch. The moment Deloris’ magic entered your great grandmother she became a witch and her magic has passed down to all of us. However, no one else in the witching circle knows our origin story and all of us, myself, your aunts, your uncle, have all decided its best kept that way.”

Amelia sighed as she sat back and slouched in her chair. She didn’t know how she was supposed to react to everything she had learned: Her mother being Guardian, the knowledge of the vision, and now the true origin of her family. It was all so much to take in.

“Drink your tea, Baby,” Cecile said, pushing the teacup closer. “It’ll help clear your head.”

Amelia did what she was told and took a sip of her tea. It was bitter. She had forgotten to put sugar in it or nutmeg for that matter.

“I don’t know what to say,” Amelia murmured, setting down the teacup. “It’s so much to take in.”

“I know, Baby, I know. I didn’t want to spring it all on you at once, but when I learned you got the book open I knew I just had to.”

“How did you know about that, anyways?” Amelia asked. “That happened only a few hours ago.”

“Like you said, I’m scary perceptive,” Cecile said, hiding a smile behind a sip of tea.

“Sooo…what am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to tell the others who you are? Am I meant to?” Amelia asked.

“That is entirely up to you,” Cecile told her. “I gave this information to you freely and will not be cross with you if you do reveal that I am the Guardian, but don’t let what I showed you sway your decision. Even if you know the outcome you should choose your own path.”

Amelia sighed and rubbed her fingertips into her forehead. There was so much to think about. She had just joined Nicoli and the vampires and now she learned that she was supposed to be on the other side. But then it wasn’t a terrible thing because she was meant to join the vampires and help destroy the Hearts, but that didn’t stop the fact that her mother was the Guardian. What were the others going to say? What would they do…

A gasp tore from her as a spark of memory ignited in her brain. She jumped, knocking over her cup and sent her tea spilling over the table’s surface. Before Cecile could even think of moving to get a towel Amelia placed both her hands on her mother’s arm, her fingers gripping with fierce intensity.

“Oh my God, Mom, you’re in danger!” she cried out. How could she have forgotten? She should have remembered the moment she learned her mother was the Guardian.

“Baby, what do you mean? What’s wrong?” Cecile asked, placing her hand on Amelia’s, if only to ease the bruising grip on her arm.

“Mom, Deloris said that when we found the Guardian Conrad was going to have to them and that’s you! You’re going to have to fight Conrad! I-I can’t let you do that. Wait…maybe you don’t,” she said, hope filling her. “You want the Heart destroyed, so when they find out its you, you can just tell them where the Heart is and we’re all good!”

“I’m afraid it’s not going to be that easy,” Cecile said, crushing Amelia’s hopes.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m the Guardian. No matter how much I want it destroyed, there’s no way I can let someone just take it and do nothing. I will guard it with my life and if Deloris said I will have to fight Conrad then I will do just that.”

“But-But, Mom!”

“It will be all right, Baby. This is what I have to do, what must be done. Besides, Conrad is a reasonable man, if we must fight then I’m sure that we can make it a nonfatal battle.”

“Reasonable? Have you met Conrad?” Amelia asked. “Mom, I don’t want you to fight him. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Cecile’s gentle hand stroked Amelia’s hair again before resting on her daughter’s hand.

“Well, that’s something I always love to hear, but it’ll be all right. I can hold my own. I’m not the head of this family for nothing, Baby.”

Amelia bowed her head and looked at the spilt tea that glistened in the kitchen light.

“I-I know, but…” She raised her head. “They won’t know unless I tell them, right?”

“Possibly, or they could figure it out on their own. I already know Conrad has been suspicious of us since the very beginning. It’s only a matter of time. Don’t think its all on you.”

“I don’t know what I should do,” Amelia whimpered. When her mother’s arm came around her she leaned into the hug easily.

“You don’t have to decide anything now. It may not even be up to you.”

Amelia was so conflicted and tired, but her mother was right, she didn’t have to figure it out now. As she cuddled against her mother her mind couldn’t help but wander back to the painting. She knew the future. She knew where things were going to end. How would the others feel if they knew?

“Mom, should I tell Nicoli and the clan about your vision? About how all of this is going to turn out?”

The fingers that had been weaving through her hand stilled.

“You could,” Cecile said slowly. “But I advise against it.”

Amelia sat up and looked at her mother in confusion.

“What? Why?”

“Amelia, you should know that it’s dangerous for people to know their futures. It can have a variety of effects on them. They could become petrified knowing what’s to come, they can become so compliant because they believe they don’t have to do anything to make that future happen. People can hurt themselves or others with that kind of knowledge.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

“Because you deserve to know,” Cecile said. “You had a right to such knowledge and besides, you are much more equipped to handle a glimpse into your future. The others are not. You’ve been taught that men can do stupidly drastic things if they know their future.”

“But your visions have always been right. Does it really matter if they know or not since the outcome won’t change?” Amelia asked. She already had a sense of the answer, but felt she needed to ask anyways.

“Even if the end is set, the way on how to reach that end is not. It is the difference of reaching your goal with the easiest effort on your body and mind or devastating consequences filled with missteps and hardships.”

Amelia swallowed thickly. She was afraid of that. It was then she silently agreed with her mother that the painting of the vision should not be shared. But her mind was still weighed heavy by the knowledge that her mother was the Guardian. The one they were looking for. The one Conrad had to defeat.

“Mom, I still don’t want you to fight Conrad,” she whimpered.

“I know, Baby, but I see little to no way around that, but you don’t have to worry.” She pulled Amelia in for another hug. “I’ve been in a fight or two in my day. I won’t make it easy for him.”

Amelia knew her mother wasn’t just bragging, but it still made her worry.

They stayed up for another hour or so, just talking about this or that. They discussed the Heart and Deloris Mary-Weather a bit more, but then talked about news with the neighbors or how Amelia was doing in school.

Finally, when Amelia was thoroughly exhausted, she trudged up to her room and collapsed on her bed. Not even bothering to get undressed. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the covers over herself, but sleep would not be easy.

She stared out her bedroom window, wondering what she should do. Should she tell the clan who her mother was or keep it locked up tight? She was so lost.

Her eyes drifted over to her cell phone. The blankets fell away as she shot up. She was conflicted on telling the clan, but there was someone she was much more willing to divulge the information to. Nicoli. Her hand reached out for the phone, but hovered over it. No, it was too late. Nicoli must have been sleeping.

She hunkered down in her bed again. The call could wait till morning. Then she would call Nicoli and confide in him and they could figure out what to do from there.

Just that thought put her more at ease and she fell asleep with thoughts of a land of ice and Nicoli in the air like an angel, surrounded by three glowing hearts.

=========================================Ch. 75 End

Tada! How do you like them apples? Now lots more secrets have been revealed. You now know why Cecile hasn’t really tried and stop the clan from their actions and all the vision stuff she had been mumbling about to Ursula and Omen. I love the reveal of her painting. You guys now have an inside look to how this story could possibly end. With Nicoli being epic! Fun huh?

Then there is the reveal of how the Fairbrooke family got roped into all of this. Deloris turned Amelia’s great grandmother into a witch by sacrificing her power and you know how she got in the book in the first place. So much was revealed, but now we’ll just have to see what Amelia does with all of this information. Will she keep it to herself or tell the clan? You’ll have to find out in the next chapter! Mwahaha!

So, I also have a surprise! One of my RL friends, who’s a fantastic artist has turned a scene from the chapter F.L.S into a comic! It’s very cute and funny and I love it. So please go look at it and fall in love with it too. Also make sure to leave her a comment if you’d be so kind!

http://my.deviantart.com/messages/#/d32lkdo

So, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Until next time guys, see you later! *huggies and lickies*