Trefoil

by M.C. Moore

  Chapter 13…

  When Meckenzie had gotten out of the shower, she could think of nothing that she would like more than to climb into bed and hide for the rest of the night. She decided she would settle for lying down for a few moments and thinking about all that had happened today. It seemed that every day since they had found out about their Fae heritage had been some kind of drama. Her days for wishing for excitement were over, she didn’t think she would ever have to do that again.

  Kellan was her biggest concern right now. She couldn’t get the idea out of her head that Kellan was going to do something drastic. Meckenzie knew she couldn’t stop it. Kellan had never really let anyone stop her from doing anything. That is what made her such an incredible athlete. So that was one problem Meckenzie would just have to put on the back burner for now.

  Ty was another problem entirely. She was starting to regret her decision to go out with him. She knew that this was their best hope for getting some kind of information about him; she just didn’t know if she was ready for what that my entail. Meckenzie wasn’t really good spy material. She had never been good at telling lies. She wasn’t good at being sneaky and she was a horrible fighter. Her only hope is that they would get enough information simply from him showing up at the house. This is when Meckenzie could really use Kellan’s advice on what she should do.

  Meckenzie’s mind drifted to the story of the Morrigan that Isabel had been telling them in the gym. She had not thought of the Fae having a religion. Her family, as a whole, had never really been religious. They had celebrated Christmas and Easter, but never really gone to church. Meckenzie wondered what the teachings of the Morrigan were. How long were they expected to rule the temples? As she thought through what Isabel had told them, she began to drift off to sleep.

  Suddenly Meckenzie realized she was sitting in front of her mirror. There before her the mirror was shimmering silver and changing shape. What was going on? She had just been lying in bed, how did she get here? Then right before her eyes appeared a girl about her age with pitch black hair and deep blue eyes.

  The girl stared back at Meckenzie in amazement; she seemed as surprised as Meckenzie to be sitting here in front of the mirror. Meckenzie reached out and touched the mirror’s cold surface. She felt the hardness of it under her fingertips, the coldness of the glass. The girl on the other side of the mirror was doing the same. Meckenzie brought her hand back up to touch her face. She felt the warmth and softness of her skin, she felt real. She still did not understand what was going on.

  Just then the girl opened her mouth and spoke, “What does this mean?”

  Meckenzie was surprised to find that the girl was addressing the question to her. She wasn’t sure what was going on. She had no idea what this was supposed to mean. All of her visions had been silent. Meckenzie had never spoken to anyone in them.

  “I don’t know.” She responded. “I thought this was a dream. Who are you?”

  “I’m Morgan of the Morrigan and you are Queen Deidra’s daughter. You look so much like her.”

  “You know my mother. Is this real?”

  “I spoke to your mother only moments ago. She told us the story of your birth, the story of her escape to New York.”

  Could it really be that she was speaking to someone who knew her Mother, someone who was real and alive at this time in another place?

  “You are really in Aquanis. You really know my mother. How are we communicating?” Meckenzie asked.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. What is your name? Your mother told us your names, but I don’t know which one you are.”

  Meckenzie wasn’t sure if this was a trick. She thought that this could be the enemy trying to get information. How would they know if she was really Deidra’s daughter though?

  “I am Meckenzie. I expected the Morrigan to be older. How old are you?”

  “I am sixteen. Today was our naming day. Today is my first day as Morgan and our first day as the Morrigan. I have been training for this day since I was born. My sisters and I have been in the temple since we were but weeks old.”

  Whether it was a trick or not, Meckenzie decided to go along with the conversation and get as much information as possible. If this was a trick, then Isabel would be able to send a message to her mother and find out the truth. A thought hit Meckenzie at that moment about Morgan’s last statement. She had grown up in a temple without her parents. She had grown up without a mother.

  “So you grew up without a mother too?”

  “My mother is the Goddess Morrigan. She has imbued me with my powers and given me her life essence to guide my people through life. I have never been without my mother. My birth mother was but a vessel to bring me into the world with my sisters.”

  Meckenzie realized that Morgan was repeating something that she had been taught her whole life. Sadness overwhelmed Meckenzie that this girl had never known her real mother, that she had spent her whole life in the service of a Goddess. Meckenzie’s heart was breaking for Morgan. She wanted to reach out and give this girl a hug.

  “There must be a reason the Goddess is allowing us to talk in this dream state. Is there something that you want to tell your mother? Is there some news from your side that needs to be relayed?” Morgan said interrupting Meckenzie’s thought process.

  “I can think of nothing that has happened that is that important. I mean we have all gotten our powers. We are struggling to control them. Isabel is trying to teach us as much as she can.” Meckenzie had no idea what she might need to relay. She had almost completely dismissed the idea that this was some kind of trick.

  “What powers do you possess? Your mother might be interested in knowing what you have been blessed with.” Morgan asked.

  Meckenzie went back to the idea that this was a trick. If it was, this was just the sort of information that the enemy would want to have. She had to make a decision as to whether she was going to trust the vision, or hide her sibling’s talents. She decided that she would trust the vision. Their powers would be discovered eventually anyways.

  “Well, I have visions. I can also communicate telepathically especially with my siblings, but I have been able to communicate with Isabel as well. Taggart, my brother, is a healer. He healed Kellan’s broken arm already. It was very disgusting and quite miraculous. Kellan, my sister, is strong, fast and agile. She also can grow in size. She got angry today and grew to eight feet tall. She calls herself She-Hulk.”

  “She-Hulk? What is that, a nickname?” Morgan asked confused.

  Meckenzie forgot that she was communicating with someone who wasn’t in the human world. This girl looked so much like a normal human teenager. It was hard to imagine that she was one third of the Morrigan.

  “No, she thinks she is some kind of monster. The Hulk is a fictional character that grows really large and turns green when he is angry. Do you have powers too?”

  “Yes, I’m the only one of my three sisters whose powers have manifested. I have had one vision, a vision of you running in the park.”

  “Of me?” Meckenzie asked.

  “Yes, I think it was a way to let your mom tell us about you. You are a very big secret here. No one but my sisters and two of your mom’s advisors know of your existence.”

  “Do you think we will be able to do this again?” Meckenzie was interested in whether she would be able to get messages to her mom. This would be so much quicker and easier than the currier system that Isabel was using. Though she had no idea how it was actually working.

  “I don’t know. I don’t actually know how we are doing it now. I mean I only learned of your existence this afternoon and I was thinking about the three of you as I lay down for my nap.” Morgan said.

  Meckenzie realized this must be the key. She had remembered thinking about the conversation in the gym regarding the Morrigan right before she must have drifted off.


  “I was thinking about you before I fell asleep. We found out about the Morrigan this afternoon. My brother is very interested in your history and asked lots of questions. Isabel was telling us about you and as I was lying down before dinner, I was thinking about the things she had told us. Maybe that is the key. Maybe we have to be thinking about each other when we are about to go to sleep.”

  “Let’s test it out. I’ll try to contact you tomorrow night.”

  Meckenzie hoped that Isabel had an idea as to whether this was really Morgan of the Morrigan. She really wanted this to work out. She really wanted this to be an opportunity to use her powers to communicate with her mother.

  “Okay. Do you know how we get out of this?”

  “I guess we just have to wake up.” No sooner had Morgan spoke the words was Meckenzie awake in her bed. She sat up quickly to orientate herself. She looked at the clock and realized only about fifteen minutes had passed since she had gotten out of the shower. Meckenzie jumped up and threw on some clothes. She had to talk to Isabel.

  Isabel was in the kitchen making a salad. The look on Meckenzie’s face must have worried her because she sat down the knife she was using to cut the vegetables and came around the island.

  “Sit. What is it?” Isabel asked.

  “I was upstairs taking a shower and when I was done, I decided to lie down for a minute and get my thoughts straight. I thought about Kellan, and then the date with Ty. Then I started to the think of the Morrigan and I must have drifted off to sleep. All of a sudden I was having what I assumed was a dream, it was of a young girl with black hair and blue eyes sitting on the other side of my dressing table mirror. We had a conversation and she said she was Morgan of the Morrigan.” Meckenzie paused trying to decide what to say next.

  “What did she say?” Isabel interjected.

  Meckenzie recapped the whole conversation with Isabel trying not to leave out any detail. She wanted to make sure that she had the whole conversation so that they could determine whether it was a real vision or something else.

  Isabel seemed perplexed. “I’ve never heard of fairies communicating between the worlds in a dream state. I’m not even sure it is possible, though your powers may be stronger because they have been dormant for so long. It may be that both you three and the Morrigan will have powers greater than any we have seen before. If you both have similar powers then it would make sense that you would be able to communicate telepathically. I have just never heard of this kind of inter-world communication.”

  “Should we send a message to mom? I mean I don’t think that we could get an answer by tomorrow, but maybe we could set up some code words or something that could be given when the vision starts.” Meckenzie really wanted this to be part of her new powers. She wanted to be able to help out in this way.

  “That’s a good idea. I’ll call for a currier and deliver a message to your mom that will give a specific phrase to be said at the beginning of the conversation so that you will know that your mother has giving the okay for this form of communication.”

  Isabel went off to make a phone call. Meckenzie decided to stay busy by finishing the salad for dinner. So much was going on; she was having a hard time wrapping her head around it. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.