AN/ This is only a short chapter. I just couldn't think of what to write. But the story is coming along very well. And thanks to those who have been reviewing Saz-646 and Rhiannan Star

Chapter Four

Cal's POV

Today is the day. Well tonight technically. Tonight Amyranth are coming together to perform the rite to return me to my full power. Then I will return to Widow's Vale.
I had received help from Alicia Woodwind, Edwitha of Cair Dal and Thomas from Belting, who had revived me back in New York and also Lasley Fogbow. They had gathered the other members in San Francisco and had convinced them to come to my aid.
This rite is extremely dangerous. It requires a lot of energy as we need to open a bith dearc to summon a taibhs. Raising such a high level of energy will leave us weak and vulnerable for three days. The raised energy will be used to destroy the taibhs and it will be used as a sacrifice to raise my power. If someone even slightly messes up or is indecisive about this plan I would likely be killed.
Later that night I stood in the centre of the circle. Surrounded by the members of Amyranth. They moved deasil around me, chanting out words to raise a very high level of energy and to open the bith dearc.
As I stood, unmoving, I started to see the floor around me slowly dissolve, it was like I was on an island in the middle of a bottomless, black, dangerous ocean. I was suddenly attentive of a new presence in our circle. The taibhs had joined us, unaware of its fate.
The witches started to move faster around me as I chanted my own spell that would focus the energy of the taibhs on only myself. As my chanting grew louder I could feel the anger and fear of the doomed spirit as it struggled against our power. So suddenly it managed to break through one of the protection spells and attacked the least protected witch.
The taibhs flew forward, knocking me to the floor. It loomed above me, ready to take my life. I lay there on the floor, staring into it's unfeatured face, trying to finish the spell as fast as I could, as it came closer.
I struggled to cry out the last word of the spell as the taibhs started to smother me. I could feel myself, once again, coming so close to death. But I would not give in. not ever. The taibhs was killing me; I would fight back. I struggled to concentrate, searching for the last word of the spell, the one to ignite it. My vision started to go dark as it came to me. With my last ounce of strength I cried it out and felt the sudden rush of energy coursing through my veins. My vision became brighter and my mind more focused.
Together we all said the words to close the circle and I rose to my feet.
"Who was responsible for that?" I ordered. "I was almost killed. Who screwed up?"
"Why does it matter Sgāth? You are alive, you have your full powers back" Lasley said, kneeling on the ground exhausted. I seemed to be the only one who was able to stand. "Why are you being so defensive? Did you have something to do with this?" I demanded. Lasley gave an over casual shrugged, clearly implicating herself. "What did you do?"
"Calm down Sgāth. I just lost concentration for a second. Terribly sorry" Lasley confessed.
"Your lack of focus could have cost me my life. Members of Amyranth are trained well in the dark arts. We don't just loose concentration. There is no excuse for what you did." With that I stalked out of the circle room leaving the weakened witches sprawled across the floor.
I felt so much more different then I did these last few days. I felt like my old self again. Powerful, decisive and unforgiving. In this state I could not yet return to Widow's Vale. I have so much power Giomanach would be likely to sense my presence a mile away. In two days I will return to seek my revenge and claim what's mine.