A/N Okay, we've done the mushy Morgan/Hunter chapter, now we're getting into the story! I don't know how many more chapters I have to come; I'm just kind of making this up as I go along! Don't forget dreams are ~*~ as always. . . Enjoy!

Chapter 13: Fatigue

Hunter looked as his fiancée in total disbelief, "Morgan! No! I will not let you do that!"

"Hunter, there is no choice, I cannot choose between the fate of the world or my love, such choices aren't meant for me!"
"But Morgan they are meant for you, no matter how much you dislike it! You are the Sgiùrs dàns and you've got to let me die so you can save the world, it's your destiny!"

Morgan looked at him in anger, "Who are you to decide my destiny Hunter? I love you! You're my destiny, you're my soul mate, how could you possibly ask me to kill you? Would you be able to kill me?" Morgan yelled

Hunter hung his head in defeat, she had won the argument, "There's another way to do this. . ." Hunter said hopelessly to her. "Another way! Not this"

"I wish there was Hunter, but there isn't, this is the only way"

After that the conversation ended, they were both too tired to continue.

Morgan became overwhelmed by fatigue. Her arms were chained to a wall above her head twisted in the most uncomfortable position, but she allowed herself to be overtaken anyway, she fell into a deep slumber. . .

~*~ "Morgan?"

Morgan's eye's fluttered open, she was laying in a lush green field filled with poppies and daisies, she heard her voice being echoed through the air, a woman's voice so calming and gentle. She followed the way voice led her.

"Morgan, my child!"

In front of Morgan was a beautiful fountain and perched on it was a beautiful woman with long brown wavy hair, with a daisy chain headdress, green eyes and a "strong" nose, wearing a white dress.

"Morgan!" the woman smiled, and opened her arms wide to welcome Morgan within them.

"Mother?" Morgan said in a soft whisper, "Maeve Riordan?" she asked

"Yes my child" she answered, "It is I"

Morgan threw herself at her birth mother and buried herself in a hug.

Maeve pulled her daughter away from her and her soft face had become more serious.

"Morgan, I am so proud of you. But what you have planned is too dangerous, it will kill you, it is not your time yet, you are the Sgiùrs dàns, you need to stay alive, you cannot sacrifice yourself for Hunter."

Morgan could not believe what she was hearing, "Mother, I know what I am doing, I need to do this, this is my path, this is what I am meant to do!"

"NO child!" Her mother, the soft gentle woman she had just been had now become more forceful and confidant, "No, this isn't your path, it is Hunter's place to die! Not yours!"

"I refuse to believe that!" Morgan yelled.

"Morgan, child, listen to me. . ." her mother began

"No! You listen to me!" Morgan screamed! "This is what I have to do, I will not stand by and be the cause of Hunter to be killed, neither will I help the destruction of the world! It's just too much! Tonight I end this!"

Maeve looked hurt, defeated, "Morgan. . . I cannot tell you what to do, you are a strong woman and a strong witch, I know there's something else you can do, but just know, whatever you do, I'll be with you in spirit, I will have my strength to help guide yours, follow your heart Morgan"

Morgan's mother began to fade, and with it so did the happy field and fountain, following right behind it was a dark land, full of bare trees, lifeless torso's and debris, "This is the path you've chosen," Her mother's echo-y voice said as she vanished.

Morgan looked around this empty land and searched for a way home, she walked through the countless number off dead corpses, the smell was intolerable as much as the sight.

She stopped when she saw a familiar head of white-blonde hair; she ran and knelt besides Hunter.

His face was badly beaten and bruised, one of his eye were closed due to the fact that it was hugely swollen and red, from the other eye which was open, she saw the normal icy greenness of his eye had dulled and his iris was a tiny pinprick.

"Hunter! No. . . No. . . Please goddess no!" she cried, her eyes watered and she shook violently.

Morgan screamed, the shrillness of her voice echoed through this wasteland. ~*~

When Morgan awoke, she wasn't in the same place she was when she had fallen asleep.

Instead she was in a large room, obviously used as a circle room, with its bare, wooden floorboards, its deep crimson painted walls with its black runes and sigils painted on top, which unnaturally glowed.

"Ah, Morgan I was wondering when you were going to wake up" Michael grinned

Morgan sat up and realised that she had been lying in the middle of a pentagram that had been painted on the floorboards and in front of her lay the amulet.

"Now Morgan," Michael smiled, "It's spell time."

Morgan shook her head. "No, I can't do this, I refuse to."

"Morgan, don't be stupid. You see your fiancée over there?" he pointed to the other side of the room where Hunter was chained to a chair and he was gagged. Ryann was by his side with a very impressive looking knife pressed against his neck.

"So you see you don't have very much of a choice I'm afraid."

"Your sick!" Morgan spat. "Morgan, time is a precious thing, just do the damn spell," he said in a tiresome note.

"But I don't know how," Morgan said, stalling him, as she was trying to figure out a way to get out of this, but she couldn't, it looks as if she has to refer back to her previous plan.

"It's all taken care of Morgan, you see I had too little time to teach you the spell, so instead I spelled the amulet, when you put it around your neck, it will tell you how to perform the spell, and you will do that one and nothing else." He told her.

Morgan looked at Hunter and sent him a witch message, she knew he wouldn't be able to reply but she sent it anyway.

~~~ Hunter, if anything happens to us, I just want you to know that I love you, I always have and I always will, no matter what will happen, I just hope we make it out of this~~~

He sent her a warm smile, as if to say, "thank you, the feeling's mutual"

"Morgan. . . tempus fugit" Michael grew tired.

Yes Morgan thought, time flies. . . Goddess help me!