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It had been a few days since Morgan had first returned to Beacon Hills. It was safe to say his welcome back to Beacon Hills had been less then welcoming… in fact it be down right disheartening. With Stiles slamming the door in his face and the confrontation that he had with Peter Hale the second night since he returned to Beacon Hills when he escaped from the house when Stiles and the old man argued over him moving back in with his adopted father winning the argument, however the most horrid of all the news that came wit returning to Beacon Hills was learning that he would never speak to Laura again. Regardless of the argument between father and son’s, his old man asked him to get some groceries as they where in need of them. Perhaps he was hoping to get some junk which was on the list he had given Morgan and hoping to pull the wool over his younger son’s eyes. He squinted at the list and was puzzled at the amount of junk food and he debated if he should just make his own list and cook a decent home cook meal as away to get in Stiles good graces, maybe even by the kid a video game as bribery to get him to lighten up. He let out a stressful sigh and ran his hands through hair as he tried to make some order out of the chaos he found when he came home.

Morgan also figured he should look into a form of income as his old was a bit hard press with bills and while he was some what well set from odd jobs he did across Europe over the six years he was over there, he figured it would be better if he had some more cash flowing into the pool. So Morgan found himself walking through the mall heading to the big chain Supermarket and keeping an eye out for possible store fronts to rent/buy.

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 335
Notes; Can't find a relevant image to use D:

Morgan slid the grocery list into his pocket and looked around and squinted at the various shops, and groan at the fact it seemed like the Beacon Hill’s mall had grown bigger over six years that he had been absent for, he actual felt hopelessly lost at this point despite his sense of direction out in the wild frontier of Europe being excellent. Still Stiles behavior in general worried him and his aura even worse it looked like something had tainted it black and tore a hole in it to gain control. He just hoped what ever it was, that he could help his brother move past it, and he did not care if his brother resented and hated him for the rest of his own life all he wanted was to see that spastic smile he remember grace that kids face again. After all Półmrok and his old man, the Sheriff meant the world to him and they where the only family he had left, even if they where his second family he wished to only make things right and keep them from harm unlike how his fragmented memories hinted at that he failed his biological family to some unknown horror.

The lone Stjòrnùalfar noticed a familiar hint of dark wavy hair in the crowd and immediately associated it with dear old Scooter, his little brother childhood best friend and he watched the crowd part and he looked onto the long time family friend of the Stilinski’s. Scott’s mother Mellisa McCall. His broke into a grin that would have lit up the night sky at seeing Melissa and he noticed her shocked expression which would make his grin falter just a little and he wondered if she was angry with him like Stiles was. He decided rather then following Bardic rule number one “Fleeing is the better form of Valor”, he walked over to face Melissa and greet her after six long years letting his accented melodic voice break the shocked ice that froze Mrs McCall.

“Long time no see Melissa… its been what roughly six years since we last spoke?”

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 352
Notes; He is a little worried but not too afraid D:

Morgan studied Melissa with his icy colored eyes which if Melissa looked at them they would seem to have an ancient quality to them. He noticed her unease and he felt a surge of guilt, as he never meant to cause harm by leaving, as he felt he had no choice but to leave to protect those belonging to his second family. He remembered that day, the Hale House a blame… the awakening cry that lead him into the preserve to an old tree stump and meeting Marin Morell the BHHS Guidance Counselor and her words of telling to seek answers outside of Beacon Hills and to head to Europe. Not that he was opposed to Europe as he already had planned to go there with Laura at some point, but Marin’s words made it final.

Melissa’s words broke him out of his reverie when she asked about where he ran off to and he noticed she was trying to be kind, and he knew she did not feel any resentment towards him and figured she was just being wary of Stiles’ feelings and that made him smile even though the bond he once had that would have been an anchor to him could no longer exist. Yes he knew that his brother was gone and in his wake was a stranger tainted by something dark, just what he did not know. So he told Melissa where he went.

“I have been all over western Europe, trying to trigger my memories of my past that was before I came into Claudia’s sister’s care. Primarily Ireland, Scotland, England and Scandinavia” He offered his own weak smile as told Melissa this. Hell he felt if Melissa asked he would tell his whole story… he could not lie to this woman who was a surrogate mother for his little brother.

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 307
Notes; N/A

Morgan noticed the small real smile that graced Melissa face when she asked if he found anything at all. Of course he did, but his first clue happened back here in Beacon Hill’s but it was fragmented at best at the time and still was. Still it was something and he could not forget the joy of seeing the brilliant sight of Wild Europe he trekked over in search of answers. He may have seen to be filled with excitement he was just barely containing, but he kept himself composed… barely. But he figured if Melissa wanted the full story he would have to start from where it all began and he was hesitant as he was unclear on how open minded Melissa was towards such things and she would have to show some sign or voice it to ease his unease.

So Morgan started with what he could share with out giving away to much. But whilst still being honest and open with his words.

“I did… at least fragments of it” He ran his hand through his hair and his face screwed up as if trying to put the pieces together so he could put them into words. “I remember my biological family… some what… but its fragmented and brief. There is a woman who calls me her little star on the water…” He cringes in the subtle sign of pain before carrying on. “I believe she was my biological mother… and there is a man signing to me softly… I think I was young… very young” he groans as his eyes reflect the turmoil that came from the muddled up memories in his skull before he speaks of the memory that came to him first, the memory of man with silver hair and haunting glowing green eyes dying in his arm with blood on white stone.

“and there was the memory that has been haunting me since the night of the Hale Fire…”

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 326
Notes; Recalling things that fragmented is painful

Morgan started to tries to calm himself by taking in deep breathes in and out and he nodded at Melissa when she said it was alright if he did not want to tell her if he did not want to. He made another step further in his calming techniques ad began muttering a phrase in Icelandic over and over a few times. “Tungl lífsins, tungl skugga, láta hafið fylgja hjarta þínu” He said this phrase like it was a calming mantra and his breathing calmed down, he decided he wanted to tell Melissa as much as he could, but he did think she might think he was strange or odd as he found to explain it in parts.

“I am alright... and I want to tell you... its just odd and even I have trouble believing it at times...”


Morgan exhaled through his nose before gathering his thoughts and started from the beginning.

“You remember the Hale Fire and how close I was to Laura and Derek Hale right?”

He paused to let that part sink in before steeling his gaze, and not letting the pain and betrayal of that night bother him and he delved into his story, whilst leaving out some of the details that would make it obvious that he was not human, to those who where not aware of the supernatural but he had no idea that Melissa was aware so he continued.

“The night of the fire I was with Laura, ironically we where planning to travel… you know see the world and all that jazz” He paused to let Melissa process before continuing. “I think the Gelfling (Stiles) was with you that night since the old man was on a night and shift Laura left to pick up Derek eventually from some event at the school… I think he had a basketball game”

He steeled himself for this next bit and began t recount how Laura had called him not but a few hours later… and she had this pleading tone in her voice and she sounded so broken… I even thought heard Derek whimpering in sorrow, but Laura said she need me at her home fast and I got their as fast as I could” Morgan’s icy eyes shone with anger, sorrow and memory al wrapped up with an ageless look in his eyes as he continued.

“I got their and the Hale House was burning and their was Laura and Derek all broken and clinging to each other like a life line”

Morgan decided to skip ahead in his story and told the important part. “it was about a week after the fire and Laura and Derek disappeared with out a trace leaving no note and it wrecked me… so that night I found myself at the burnt out ruins of Laura’s former home and I felt this pull… no pulsing feeling that seemed to be telling t go into the preserve… so I followed it as if I was entranced and I found this old tree stump and the school’s guidance councillor waiting for me…” He laughed and shook his head sadly.
“I know this sounds all strange and even I don’t understand it myself”

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 534
Notes; Morgan confuses himself at times XD also the mantra is this in English: “Moon of life, moon of shadow, let the ocean guide your heart”

Morgan nodded and was thankful when Melissa said she understood how it felt. He was also glad that she took this seriously. It was a long time since Morgan felt he could actually be this open and not feel like he was going to be betrayed as he had to be wary through out his journey, as there where monsters in every shadow waiting and lurking. He smiled when he heard her laugh, followed by comforting smile, whilst he did not need anymore mothers… or parent figures he defiantly needed some form of companionship… he spent way to much time amongst his books. He let out a sigh of relief and saw her face go blank and knew something was up the moment her face went blank. He let an eyebrow rise in questioning, damn was he too perceptive at times. He smirked when she mentioned that sometimes there are things that could not be explained and that the world was not always black and white. He agreed with her after all he had been to Alfheim; The Other World were Faeries danced in and out of threes lit with faerie lanterns. He let a bit of humour slip into his tone when he responded by saying “its more like its in shades of grey actually rather then black and white”

He nodded when she asked if this meeting with Marin had something to do with him leaving Beacon Hill’s. “yes it was… she said that as I was… being that I was unaware of who I was that I would draw danger to those I cared for…”

He let those words sink in as he flexed his fingers nervously as he was not sure how to say the next part, but he soldiered on. “and it was like those words pierced my skull and my first memory came back… it was not pleasant… I saw white stone buildings, heard pained screams and monstrous shrieks… the stone floor was covered in blood staining everything in sight… and in my arms was a man… I am not sure who he was to me, I just knew I cared for him… and he whispered words to me as he laying dying saying he would find me again and then he was gone…” A few stray tears escaped his despite his stony expression when he mentioned this which was a strange contrast indeed.

“when I came back to it, Marin told me I should seek answers else where and await for some one to call me back to Beacon Hill’s and that when that happened things would start to turn dire… except I think I might have been to late in returning…”

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 449
Notes; Te plot thickens!

Morgan still thought Melissa was acting strangely, and her bright emerald green aura suggested something was up but what was up he could not tell, as her just remained with the soothing presence of a mother, a nurturer and a healer. He let his eyes brow slide back down into a neutral position and promised himself he would ask her what was being unsaid and both said at the same time by her body and aura. Regardless of how good of a mother she would be to the kids in her life and that these kids where her babies it did not help Morgan one bit as he had not been a kid in a truly long time. He was not a kid in truth when Branwen found him, he was not a kid when Claudia and the Sheriff took him in and now that he returned to Beacon Hill’s he was a mere shell of a broken man that felt so old and it despite his body language his betrayed himself as they reflected just how old he felt and how sorrowful he was. So much regret was felt in his long life… however long that was as him being twenty six… was a lie he knew not his true age as it was left forgotten to the sands of time, just like his beloved was and all he had to show of it was two braids of silver hair tainted with blood stains in a small wooden box with a carving of a wolf howling to two moons sorrowfully. He kept this small box on him at all times in memento of this man who he could not remember and he felt him reach into the pocket that contained it and gripped it seeking some reassurance from some one who haunted his dreams and memories.

Despite the old and sorrowful feeling in his eyes he smiled faintly when she agreed with his interpretation as the world as varied shades of grey and he pictured Alfheim; the other world which did not appear in shades of grey but in all the colours of the rainbow filled with sparkling starlight and laughing waters. “All though I recall visiting this one place that defied that… it was like it was colored in shades of al the rainbow instead of shades of grey” he noticed the horrified expression that faintly flickered on his face when he described the dying days of his people and the day he lost him forever. He took in Melissa quiet expression when he came back from the world of the immortal past burned like a scar into his mind and listened to her ask if he had told Stiles this and explaining that his return would explain why he was upset… he remember the night he had returned… the rejection and the sting of it coming back and making him feel so hollow. The Sheriff was meant to be there when he got back, but he had been called in for a night shift and that’s when disaster struck. “He was there when I came back, and I was expecting the old to be there and he was called out and notified me so via a text message and he told me that my brother would not be there, that he would be with Scott that night…” He sighed deeply and he still ached with the rawness that was left over from that night. “except he was wrong… I used the wrong key and woke him up, he told me to get lost so to speak and slammed the door in my face… he forgot the door and I entered and acted like nothing had changed and he blew up on me…” Morgan’s hands shaked a little as he continued on. “we argued… lashing out at each other verbally… he threw a few hurtful comments before storming away saying if I was not leaving he was”

It was like he was reliving that night again as he recalled the last moments of that night. “I said I wished Laura was here under my breath and I asked him to stay saying I wanted to explain why I left and he lashed out in anger and told me Laura had been ripped in half by a psycho a few months earlier and he left with out looking back with that old jeep screeching in the distance… so yes I tried and he did not even give me the time of day” Morgan still felt raw from finding out the one person who got him was gone, it left him hollow and alone as his hands shaked more so.

Tag; Melissa McCall
Words; 780
Notes; So many words @_@