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Callums POV:

I walked further into the room, watching while Morgan cleaned up.

"Why didn't you tell me before that you were a witch?" I asked, gently.

She stared at me. "He told me you would think it was dark magic, but it doesn't harm anybody, so how could it be dark?"

"I'm not a witch, I'm a shifter, but Lord Thierry made us know some facts about other races of the Night World, and magic like that – it doesn't harm, but it changes time itself and the essence of the void."

Morgan's face was blank. "Um, ok?"

I grinned. "It's not hard. Basically, it changes everything if you can see into the future."

"But – you can't change the future if the future is destined to be changed." Morgan said.

I stared at her. "Where'd you hear something like that?"

She shrugged. "Just remembered it from somewhere, I guess."

I thought over what she'd just said. "That could be true, but time wasn't made to change, and destiny wouldn't be fate if it changes according to time, would it?"

"I get you, but – I just needed to know what the future is. My family-" Morgan broke off.

"I get you, but promise me you won't do anything like that ever again? If you're a witch, you could have said. It would be useful." I held her shoulders, willing her to understand.

She sighed. "I get it."

The day the battler was held, it was pitch black when Morgan and I went down to the castle courtyard. The place was Rural Gerasia. It was large, but it wasn't on the map. Everyone – mainly humans – steered clear of it. It was in Scotland, and had a violent and dark history.

Eventually the last vampire family, who had sold their Scottish castle to Thierry, abandoned it.



I sighed, looking around. The abandoned town was bare, full of ghosts and soul-stealers. Children's nightmares come to life. But none of us were children.

Thierry had just told everyone to quieten down when we arrived.

"Everyone here today has agreed to fight in the battle against Hunter and his army. As I'm sure you all know, today is also the day of the millennium, where it is rumoured that the world will be destroyed. It's the whole world at stake if we lose. Every single person here has a choice whether they want to fight or not. I hope you use that decision wisely." Everyone was silent. "Any questions?"

A lion shifter I knew called Feltan Muggler raised his hand. "If you aren't fighting, what can you do?"

"There isn't much you can do." Thierry said.

I felt Morgan squeeze my hand. "Are you sure we can't do much apart from fight?" She whispered softly.

"Yeah. It's not like a government war. The human world doesn't know about it, so we can't treat it as an actual war in human history. That means we're very limited." I answered. "And since we've got special powers, that means we don't need… weapons to fight."

"So it's either all or nothing?" Morgan stated.

"I guess you can say that." I shrugged.

Thierry had started speaking again. "The arrangement of everyone's places is that the Wild Powers will be at the back with all the circle witches in front of them, and the most powerful defenders defending the witches. All the others can fight and do whatever they want. Understand?"

There was a row of nodding heads, and then everyone went to prepare for the coming hours.

I saw Hunter and Maya on the cliff's edge, and saw the thunderbolt she shot into the sky, marking the beginning of the battle.

Immediately, I transformed into a hawk, wheeling around in the sky. The wind buffeted me higher, and with my golden eyes I could see Morgan fighting amazingly with her stake and magic skills.

I directed my attention back to the sky, and saw a monstrous black eagle swoop at me. It looked like the battle was to be fought in the sky as well.



Swooping down, I came up behind the eagle, but it detected me and blew a stream of fire at me. I whirled across the sky, the eagle in pursuit. I saw other birds fighting in the sky, and the battleground was already stained with red.

I grew tired, and faced the bird, swiping at it. It had a gash on its leg, and we fought for several minutes. Finally, I caught its neck and wrung it, suffocating the bird. I felt its heart stop, and I dropped the bird, seeing it transform back into a boy as it fell. I felt no regret for what I had done.

I looked up and saw another bird come at me. I side-flew it, and then fought for what seemed like hours with a countless stream of birds of prey.

I turned around, noticing the sky was empty, except for a few birds. I flew lightly into a narrow crevice in the cliff, transforming back into my body, and came up behind a vampire who was attacking Morgan. I saw Morgan grab the vampire and stake it. I noticed another vampire who looked to be several centuries old coming up behind her, and rammed a sharp branch through it. The vampire exploded into dust, and I went up to Morgan. "Morgan, are you okay?"

"Callum!" She looked at me, and I noticed a large red scar on her cheek. "Where were you?"

"Fighting." I hugged her, and then saw something coming up behind her. It was a vampire. I pulled away from Morgan, but the vampire had already lunged towards Morgan. Suddenly, she fell, a rotted away corpse, and I looked up to see Safiria holding a stake.

She grinned. "Long time no see."

"Thanks." I told her.

Safiria smiled. "It's okay."

I felt something powerful coming towards us and I looked up to see a dragon coming towards us. He had about eight horns on his forehead, covered by scruffy bangs.

"Uh-oh." Morgan was staring wide eyed at him.

Without warning, the dragon's arm flung out and he threw a crackling bolt of energy at us. But it bounced harmlessly off a pulsing blue shield. I looked sideways at Morgan and saw her eyes were closed tight in concentration.

The dragon threw another bolt of power, and just when it had bounced off the shield, Morgan dropped it and whispered a spell, throwing some powder into the dragon's eyes.

Taking advantage of the situation, I turned into a hawk and swiped at the dragons' horns, managing to claw off three. The dragon snarled with pain, and opened his eyes, throwing a bolt of fire at me. I swooped down and shape shifted back into my original form, and pulled Safiria out of the dragon's way.

Morgan stepped back near us, just as the dragon transformed into a… dragon. He was large, towering fifty feet above us, with metallic blue scales and beating wings. There were five horns left on his forehead, I frowned, wondering. When Galen had been fighting a dragon, it didn't have wings, but it had fewer horns than this one, so that came as no surprise.

The dragon swiftly dived and grabbed Safiria in its claws. I groaned. Out of all the animals, why did I have to choose a hawk? But at least there were some advantages of that.

Turning back into a bird, I flew at the dragon's eyes, scratching at them. The dragon roared and slashed at the air, narrowly missing me by a few inches. I lunged at the dragon's forehead and managed to take off another.

Safiria, being a witch, she managed to extract herself and whispered a spell. The dragon flew into the air blindly, hissing in pain, and Safiria's spell caused a large gale of wind to blow in from nowhere, buffeting at the dragon.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Morgan chucked her knife at the dragon, aiming perfectly and managing to take off its middle horn. There were three left.

The dragon came crashing to earth, but regained himself and took off in flight when another spell came at him, slashing his wings. I took off after the dragon, chasing him to the ground. Morgan grabbed her dagger from the ground and hurled it at the dragon, cleaving off another two horns. One left.

Finally, Safiria managed to get a spell on the dragon, slicing off its last horn, and the dragon crashed to the ground, powerless to defend himself. Morgan's spell turned the dragon into ice, and a last fire spell turned it into a puddle of water.

"Is that it?" Morgan asked, in disbelief. "Just a puddle of water that used to be a powerful dragon that could have killed us all?"

"Having two witches and a shifter fight a dragon can come in useful." I said.

"SO, you're a witch?" Safiria asked.

Morgan shrugged. "I guess."

Safiria smiled. "Congratulations."

Morgan blushed. "Thanks."

All three of us were in a dishevelled state. Morgan was sporting scratches and bruises all over her body, Safiria was a little better off but her arm was hanging uselessly sat her side, blood seeping down her shoulder, and I hardly had any marks. I was glad we had survived, and what was better was that we hardly had any bruises.

Just then, the clock in the town started to strike 12, as in the end of the day of the millennium. I looked up at the Wild Powers, each of them starting to glow with a blue light that spread in waves. The blue fire mentioned in the prophecy.

Looking around, the ground was covered in blood and the sky was pitch black, exactly as the prophecy had stated, in "blood and darkness". The light spread everywhere, and I passed my hand over my eyes, shielding them. There were bright spots dancing in the insides of my eyelids, and after what seemed like an eternity, the spots turned dark and I finally opened my eyes, noticing something.

The sun had finally come out, its blinding rays illuminating the whole scene. The danger had passed.