Spiorad

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Aisling, are you up yet?" Chrissy asked. I rolled over in my soft bed trying to block out her voice. I should have known that would never work. "If you're not up and ready in fifteen minutes I'm taking away your piano," she threatened.

I jumped quickly out of bed, my curly blond hair in a tangled mess around my round face. I walked to my small closet and grabbed my usual jean and tshirt outfit. I quickly ran to my bathroom and jumped in the shower. When I got out I stared at my reflection. My blue eyes stared back at me. I sighed and went to go get my bag for school.

After I got my bag I skipped down the steps. Chrissy had breakfast on the table and I quickly took my seat and dug in. "So, has your spirit shown up yet?" She asked, turning to scrutinize me. She asked me this every morning and the answer was always the same.

"No, it hasn't and I doubt it will. Most Spiorad have a spirit friend their whole life. Since I have yet to get one, I doubt I ever will," I said, a hint of an Irish accent left over from my youth.

Chrissy frowned at me disapprovingly. "You shouldn't say things like that. You know you have to get one eventually. You're a senior now so it's bound to happen soon, probably before you graduate." I simply shook my head at her and walked out the front door.

The walk to school took about twenty minutes. I had plenty of time so I ended up at school fifteen minutes before the bell rang. To occupy myself I decided to stop by the office and see if the secretary, Mrs. Wells needed any help.

When I arrived in the office I saw that Mrs. Wells was talking to someone, however, when she glanced up at me she motioned me over. "Hey, Mrs. Wells. I was just popping in to see if you needed help with anything," I told her.

"Ah, you have perfect timing Aisling," she said, smiling at me. "If you wouldn't mind showing our newest student around that would be great. His name is Torin Foley. Torin, this is Aisling Ó Rinn."

That was most definitely an Irish name. My guard was instantly up. I was the only Irish person in the area. That was the point of living in Minnesota, there were hardly any Irish people here. The Laoch hunting my family came from Ireland, just like my ancestors came from Ireland.

The fact that there was another Irish person not only in this state, but in this school was a big red alarm. I decided then and there not to trust this Torin.

When Torin turned to face me I was frozen. He was gorgeous. He had curly brown hair the color of chocolate and chestnut brown eyes. They were very deep and soulful eyes, and they looked as if they could make you melt. He had a crooked smirk plastered onto his face, and boy oh boy was it a nice face.

However good looking he may have been, that is not what rendered me speechless. It was the tattoo barely visible, peeking over the top of his shirt on his collarbone. It was a snake, wrapped around a dagger. A skull was at the end of the dagger handle. It was the symbol of the Laoch. And he had it tattooed onto his body!

This was definitely not good. Not good at all actually. I desperately hoped he didn't know that I was a Spiorad. If he did I was in so much trouble.

When I got out of my trance of deep thinking I realized that both Torin and Mrs. Wells were looking at me expectantly.

"Of course I'll show him around. Um, let's go then," I said slowly, giving Mrs. Wells a small smile on my way out the door.

I didn't look to see if he followed because I could hear his heavy footsteps behind me. It was nerve wracking knowing who he was and what he did, but acting like he was just another boy.

"Don't you need to know my schedule?" Torin asked. His voice was deep, deeper than I'd thought it would be, leaving me to wonder if he was even young enough to be in high school.