Dead Moon Awakens: A tale of Cherokee myth and Celtic magic (Mystic Gates) by Teresa Joyce Jackson

Author:Teresa Joyce Jackson [Jackson, Teresa Joyce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Teresa Joyce Jackson
Published: 2013-06-03T07:00:00+00:00

and truth is what one yearns.

27

Piper got off Aishling and stood, pulling her up with him.

Gunner raised himself in pace with them, keeping his knife close to her throat.

“Okay, you kids move over to that tree and sit,” Piper said, still clutching Aishling next to him.

Reacting without thought, Aishling began chanting a strange, ethereal melody. “Mother Bride, protect me with your fire. Burn away all that would harm, leaving the light of your desire. Mother Bride, protect me with your fire. Burn away all that would harm, leaving the light of your desire.”

Piper wiped sweat from his forehead and harshly shook Aishling. “Shut up, girl!”

“Mother Bride, protect me with your fire. Burn away—”

Piper, now panting, slapped her. “I said shut up!” He shoved her down next to the others. “Are you hot, Gunner?”

When she hit the ground, she stopped chanting.

“Aish?” Morrigan whispered. She lifted Aishling’s chin and looked into her eyes. “You’re okay. Snap out of it.”

Aishling cleared her throat, sniffed, and wiped her eyes with her hands. “I’m okay.” She looked at Gunner and Piper and realized they were taking everything out of their backpacks. “They’re going to steal our stuff.”

“Shhh …” Lance took Aishling’s hand and whispered, “Calm down.”

“Hey,” Kelile whispered. “Do your thang, voodoo queen.” He jerked his head at the two men who were intent on scavenging through their backpacks, and he exaggeratedly blinked his eyes like a signal light at Morrigan. Opened them. Closed them. Opened them. Closed them.

Aishling looked at him blankly. Not understanding, she glanced at Gunner and Piper and realized they had taken Morrigan’s diary out of her backpack. Her eyes flashed wide open in recognition.

Morrigan nodded at Kelile. “Oh, please!” she said, looking at the others with a slight grin across her face. “Please don’t read my diary. It’s so personal. Please!”

Piper sniggered and set Morrigan’s backpack on the ground, positioning her diary steady in his hands.

Gunner shuffled close to him while saying, “How ‘bout that, Piper, the little darling doesn’t want us to read her diary.” When he reached Piper’s side, he watched him flip through it.

After creasing a page open, Piper read, “She doesn’t know where it is.” He flipped through more pages. “What else is in here?” He lifted his right hand and rubbed his eyes.

“There.” Gunner reached over and stopped him from turning any more pages. He read aloud this time, in a mocking tone. “Please don’t be mad at me. There really is a curse.” He stopped reading and rubbed his eyes.

Piper turned another page.

They read this time together, “I really do like him. He’s just perfect.”

Oh!” Piper screeched. “My eyes are burning!”

Almost simultaneously, Gunner moaned and dropped to the ground on his knees. His knife fell from his hands as he raised them and covered his eyes. “Mine too!”

Piper dropped the diary and grabbed his eyes, wailing. Blood seeped down his cheeks.

Morrigan hopped up. She hurried over to the two men and plucked the knife from the ground while dodging Gunner’s blind attempts to find it.

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