Chapter 49: The Encounter with Morgan

Red POV

The short journey to Uncle J's office was nauseating. Amelia, usually composed and calm, seemed to undergo a change in behavior upon hearing about her daughter's arrival.

Uncle Jayden remained calm throughout, but I could sense a simmering anger beneath his surface.

"Was she really that bad?" I wondered.

I knew it was pointless to ask them questions because they would always avoid answering, but I was growing weary of their evasiveness.

Finally, we arrived at the entrance of Uncle J's office. I hesitated, curious to know what Morgan looked like and whether she resembled Mum. However, my anticipation quickly dissipated when I saw Amelia and Uncle J exchange blank stares.

"Is there a problem?" I questioned, noticing their gazes locked on each other once again.

"Red, I want you to listen to me," Amelia began to speak, and I nodded in response.

"Morgan is a very cunning witch. Whatever she says or asks, don't answer or question her," she warned.

"Exactly, Red. Just because your grandmother is nice doesn't mean her descendants are," Uncle J added.

Their words carried weight, as if they had been victims of Morgan's manipulations. A sudden memory flashed through my mind, recalling Ana's revelation about my aunt's love for my father.

I am the product of my parents' forbidden love. Does Morgan's hatred still linger?

"You know I'm not a fan of patience," a woman's voice suddenly spoke through the door. Uncle J opened the door, and I was taken aback by the sight before me.

She was undeniably beautiful, but there was something unsettling about her eyes.

Her eyes were a striking violet color-pretty, yet somehow chilling. They say that the eyes reveal a person's story, but I had no interest in hearing hers. Her hair was as white as snow, perfectly complementing her pale skin. Glancing at her face, I quickly noticed the resemblance between Amelia and Morgan.

She sat calmly in Uncle J's seat, staring at each of us with a slow intensity that sent shivers down my spine. She appeared innocent, as if she couldn't harm a fly, but her presence told a different story.

"What are you doing here, Morgan?" Amelia snapped, striding forward to the desk. Morgan smiled and turned it into a smirk, clearly enjoying her mother's reaction.

"Oh, come on, Mother," she said, rising from the chair. I couldn't help but notice her curves and how flawlessly perfect she looked.

Almost too perfect.

"You didn't think I wouldn't come and see my dearest niece," she pouted, earning a glare from Amelia.

"You look just like her," her gaze shifted from her mother to me. I refused to respond, trusting the words Amelia had told me.

"Why wouldn't she? She's her mother's daughter, after all," Uncle J intervened, positioning himself protectively between me and Morgan.

"How did you know she was here?" Morgan smirked, turning back to Amelia. "I have ears everywhere, and what's the point of being the First Witch if I don't have the power of connection, dear mother?" She spat out the last words venomously, and I wondered what kind of person spoke to their mother in such a manner.

Apparently, witches did.

"Nevertheless, I didn't come for a sweet reunion. I came with a warning," I gulped as her tone shifted from sweet to something far less pleasant.

"What warning?" Uncle J asked, his hands clenched tightly.

"One of the clans is preparing to awaken the Dark Lord," Amelia's face turned pale.

"You're lying!" Uncle J lashed out at her, but it only made Morgan smirk.

"Jay, honey, now why would I lie about such news... hmm?" She walked toward him, locking eyes with him without a hint of fear or remorse, only amusement.

"I didn't tell you the most interesting part I've heard," she diverted her gaze from him to me, smiling devilishly. "They need the blood of a hybrid to awaken him, and I haven't heard about hybrids in centuries until..."

"Until me," I finished her sentence involuntarily. I froze, trying to process her words.

They need my blood?

"So, she does talk," Morgan glared back at me in anger.

"Also feisty, like her mother," she laughed, walking back to the desk and sitting on it.

"From your words, it seems that the plan has already been set. So why tell us now... unless you want something in return?" Uncle J frowned.

"Me? What do I want? Let's see..." She pretended to ponder for a moment. "I want nothing. Well, I could ask for something, but why bother? I already have everything I ever wanted," she explained.

"And what's that?" Amelia said abruptly, her voice laced with concern.

"Simple," Morgan's eyes burned with anger, and I could feel the intensity in the room. "To witness the death of my dearest niece, isn't that fun?!"

"You're mad!" Amelia shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and distress. Morgan's words had clearly struck a nerve.

Morgan's smile widened, and a sinister aura surrounded her. "You two dare question me? What rights do you both have against the First Witch of Oziel!" Her voice echoed through the room, and I felt a surge of fear coursing through my veins.

Before Uncle J could respond, an invisible force hit him, throwing him against the wall repeatedly. I gasped, my eyes widening in terror.

Morgan's gaze shifted to me, her eyes piercing through my soul. I could feel her power, her attempt to intimidate me.

But I refused to back down.

"Enough," I warned her, my voice trembling but filled with determination. I couldn't let her intimidate me any longer. "What you're doing is wrong."

Morgan's expression changed, a mix of surprise and disbelief crossing her face. She seemed taken aback by my defiance.

"What did you just say?" Her voice trembled, as if she couldn't believe what she had heard.

Summoning every ounce of courage within me, I repeated my words, louder and with more conviction. "I said enough! You... you witch!"

Silence filled the room. Morgan stared at me, her eyes filled with fear. In that moment, I realized that despite her power and cruelty, she was still vulnerable.

Suddenly, Uncle J fell to the floor, released from the invisible force that had held him captive. Amelia gasped for breath, her body trembling as she regained consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, Morgan vanished into thin air, leaving no trace of her existence behind.

"Red," Amelia choked out my name, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. I rushed to her side, helping her to sit in the nearby chair.

"My child, what did you do?" Amelia asked, her gaze filled with a mix of concern and confusion.

"I... I don't know," I stammered, trying to process the events that had just unfolded. "I stood up to her, and... she vanished."

Uncle J, now on his feet, approached us cautiously. "Amelia, this changes things, doesn't it?"

Amelia glanced at me, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Yes, it does. It gives us hope."

Hope. A flicker of optimism ignited within me as I realized that perhaps there was more to my abilities than I had ever imagined. The encounter with Morgan had shown me that I possessed a strength and resilience that could defy even the most powerful of witches.

But as hope bloomed, so did the weight of the challenges that lay ahead. Morgan's warning about the awakening of the Dark Lord still lingered in the air, and we had to find a way to stop it.

With newfound determination, I looked at Amelia and Uncle J. "We can't let the Dark Lord awaken. We have to find out which clan is behind this and stop them."

Uncle J nodded, his eyes filled with a renewed determination. "Agreed. We'll gather more information and do whatever it takes to protect our family and the world from the Dark Lord's return."

As we began to form a plan, I couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation. The encounter with Morgan had been a turning point, and I knew that our journey was only just beginning.

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