Awakening To Sight

Author’s Note: The next chapter is going to go into even more focus on Morgan. As for her uncle, Ian Eagle Bear, I kinda pictured him to be Graham Greene (‘cause he’s cool!). Anyway, please tell me what you think so far! (That way I know if I should continue this or not… I don’t want to do a crappy job on my first Ardeth/OC fic!)


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Chapter One: Correspondence and Uneasy Feelings

Ian Eagle Bear gazed at his father suspiciously, “The letters have stopped, father, and you don’t seem to be effected by it at all... Is there something that I should know?”

Uncas merely waved dismissively at his only son. “She is exploring Egypt, paving the way for what was meant to be.”

Ian could barely keep his frustration in check. The old man certainly bordered on being almost senile at times… ‘Paving the way for destiny?’ His niece, the daughter of his baby sister, could very well be in trouble and possibly facing certain death alone, in a foreign land, and the old man called it ‘paving the way for what was MEANT to be!’ “Father, she could be in danger for all we know! She sent letters out to Sarah’s house every week. It has been a week. And we haven’t heard ANYTHING!”

Sighing, Uncas replied, “She is alive and well, my son, do not worry. I know that she is on her way to great things.”

“What did she tell you in her last letter, father? If you and her want to keep up this act of ludacracy you call a sacred journey, fine, but at least keep me somewhat informed. Right now I’m half tempted to get on the next available plane and drag her back here!”

Uncas nodded. He could most certainly see the anger and fear that was drawn onto his son’s face; he was worried, and there wasn’t anything to convince him otherwise. “I will give you her letters,” he complied, “At least to lessen this dread that you may feel at her not sending more.”

"Good!"

Ignoring the outburst, Uncas sifted silently through the drawers of his dresser, his weathered hands grasping firmly around the crisp material of envelopes that he felt on the bottom drawer. He handed them quickly to his son. "She is perfectly fine, read for yourself."


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Dear Grandfather,

I have arrived in Egypt and have been staying here for nearly four days now. So far, I like what I have seen! I've met plenty of people here in Cairo that speaks English. There are, surprisingly, many different nations of people here from all over the world; I've met Americans, British, Spaniards, Africans, and will likely meet more along the way.

I haven't had too many visions lately. Of course, I think the lack of sleep has been a very big contributing factor. So far I have done nothing really except do some sight-seeing, meet some of the other guests at the inn I'm staying at, and visit the market place every now and then. Sometimes they have very interesting items there.

I have just recently met a young traveling archaeologist by the name of Moira Chaitlain. She is a very nice lady and comes from Britain with hopes of finding a prospective dig site for excavations. She talks very much about her profession and seems as interested in this land as I am. I hope she finds what she is searching for!

Well, Grandfather, I hope this letter finds you well and tell Uncle Ian not to worry so much. He's been doing that a lot lately. Anyway, give a kiss to little feather for me and tell him that when I return home, I will come bearing some gifts (he can add it to his collection of junk!).

Love always,

Your granddaughter Morgan


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'Tell him not to worry so much!' Ian thought, exasperated. He was only concerned for her well-being in another COUNTRY!

Sighing with aggravation, Ian read the next letter, skipping around a little to get to the recent ones.


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Dear Grandfather,

I hope you guys are holding up wonderfully! I have been exploring around Egypt with Moira. For the past two weeks, she and I have become very good friends. She introduced me to her little daughter that came for a visit yesterday. She is the sweetest little thing that you could possibly meet! Unfortunately, her visit has been cut short for only a few days. Moira's ex-husband has business elsewhere and refuses to leave her in this country. Her ex-husband definitely lacks in manners and isn't too accepting towards me either... I suppose I should probably get used to the idea that I don't really fit in anywhere, do I?

Well, we’re going to visit the Great Pyramids on Friday. I think it'll be a very interesting experience for me. Oh, I forgot to mention, Uncle Ian's two guns are missing... I figured I'd borrow them. It's better to be safe than sorry, I suppose. You can tell him that he isn't to worry; I'll be giving them back as soon as I come home in a few months.

Seeing how smoothly everything is going here, grandfather, I doubt my subconscious' idea of destiny is all that dangerous. Maybe I was being on the paranoid side? Oh, well, we'll see soon enough, right?

Love always,

Morgan


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"Wait a minute," Ian hissed, his eyes narrowing. "She took my GUNS with her!"

Uncas shrugged, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You want her protected, don't you?"

"You both are in trouble," Ian replied, glaring daggers at him. "I'm tribal police, remember?... what am I suppose to do without my spares when I need them?"

"Go the old fashion way, I suppose," Uncas answered amusedly, eyes twinkling. “Why not the bow and arrow? Or the dagger?"

"Very funny," Ian quipped sarcastically, "but I'm not back in your time, old man."


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Dear Grandfather,

I am not sure when my next letter will be, so don't worry too much! Moira has made the most interesting discovery and wants me to come along with her. I have never really been to an archaeological investigation before but so far, it sounds like fun.

Anyway, to get to the point, Moira has found a map mixed with some scrolls within what looks like an ancient scribe's sarcophagus. To tell you the truth, she told me that she snuck it out from under the nose of this German archaeologist that was claiming the excavation site as his own. To make an even more startling discovery, she told me that the map was of a lost city once known as Hamunaptra, "City of the Dead", and holds a lot of the hidden treasure of Egypt within it.

She is rounding up a team among locals for scouts, diggers, and even translators as I am writing this. I hope to be able to tell you all about what I've seen soon! I know, without an uncertainty, that I wouldn't be doing this while staying on the reservation! Anyway, I hope everyone is doing well. I miss you all!

Love always,

Morgan


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Ian sighed after reading it, his features paling. “I know that I am not as good with visions or with the spirits around us as you two are, father, but... why did I just get a bad feeling from reading the name of this lost city they're about to venture into?"

Uncas, silently, placed a calm hand over his son's shoulder. "It is a city filled with magick, death, and evil. You feel it because you know it is apart of her past. Her past," he continued sternly, "has not been an easy one."

Ian frowned deeply. "And you're not worried at all? You're not worried that this place holds such power that it could possibly destroy her?"

"The power once dwelled within has disappeared. It holds only ruins and forgotten phantoms," he replied, "The true past connected with her has not yet been discovered. It is in that city that she will meet another that will help guide her, one who is strongly felt in her soul."

Ian quirked a sardonic eyebrow at the old man. "Are you suggesting that little Green leaf is going to fall in love?”

"Perhaps," Uncas answered, smiling wistfully to himself. ‘Perhaps…’


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