A/N: Ok, i think i was the only one to notice that i called Nakia, Anika..yeps was i tired that night. This ISNT the last chapter..there is a prologue. I kinda have an idea of a sequel, but we know how well that went over last time. Anyways Enjoy!!

***"Bring her now, bring Anna to my sight." ***I looked up. I was standing on the very end of the power sink, alone and cold, time nearing midnight. I looked up expectedly. Anna, and not to my surprise, an entire coven of witches popped into my sight.
"Not who I was expecting, but it'll do." Anna said cooly. "Actually, we were just talking about you." She motioned to her coven.
"And you said your strong. Can't even come see me, without your coven backing you up." I snorted. She fumed.
"In all fairness, you are the daughter of the Belwicket Queen and Ciaran MacEwan." She said through gritted teeth. "But, if you insist." She waved her hand at the coven behind her. They slowly popped away. "So Morgan, is there a reason you called me, or do you just enjoy wasting my precious time?"
"You tell me? You wanted me alone, you got me." I crossed my arms, and waited.
"Your not alone." She stated. I checked over my shoulders, and all around the old cemetery.
"Incase your brain took a break, my sister was the blind one not you. Well, I guess in this case, you'd be over seeing something." I said pointlessly. I shrugged and tried looking ditzy.
"What's up your sleeve?" Anna's dark eyes narrowed.
"I'm guessing my arm," I nodded my head slowly.
"Your's infuriating!" She snapped an arm out. I smirked lightly. Task 1, completed. I watched the ball of witch fire grow steadily in her hand.
"Probably." I agreed. She sent the ball wailing at me, the crackling echoing in the night. The look in her eyes when the ball disappeared from the air was amazing. "See, what you didn't realize when you got me to 'teleport', is that I AM the daughter of belwicket. I AM the daughter of Ciaran MacEwan. I Am the Sgiurs Dan. I can make things happen that no other normal blood witch can." I let my own arm raise from my side, appearing in my palm was the very ball of witch fire, that she had sent at me. I tossed it back at her. Hitting her in the shoulder. "Looks like it stings." I commented. Her right hand had flown to her left shoulder, were I had hit. She quickly regained composure, and send another ball towards me. I stole it from the air, and tossed it at a nearby tree. "You don't listen very well do you? Let me put it for you slowly. You...can't..win."
"That's what you think." Her coven popped back in, as in order, they all threw witch fire at me. One caught me in the shin, another zipped past my arm, hitting me slightly.
"Your that much of a weakling you need your coven to back you up?" I popped in behind her, trying to ignore the pain in my arm. "That's bad." I popped back to my place within the power sink.
"No." She yelled. She beckoned for them to leave again. "I don't need them. Thanks to your very own flesh and blood."
"Ah, yes. Killian." I mused. "Wanna play a game? Sure you do. Follow the leader." I popped out. I found myself in the middle of a circle.
"Morgan, your arm?" Luke frowned, about to touch it.
"Forget it." I walked quickly out of the circle, closing it behind me. I stepped out of the second circle, drawing it too, to a close, and watched. Anna popped into the middle circle. Task 2, completed. Luke, Holden, Aden, Dante and the rest of the Angeleye's coven, drew up a power chant. They quickly started the spell that I had gave them, late last night.
"Bound her ties to the coven she leads, bound her from taking any unwanted leaves." They finished the spell. She now had no choice but to follow me. With a pop, I left Lilith, and was sent back to Widow's Vale.
"Ok, move Morgan." Kieran told me. I, again, walked out of both circles, closing them behind me. Anna popped again, where I had landed. Just as I had planned, she was facing Killian. He smiled cheekily, before repeating the spell that he had used on her the first time...only backwards. The rest of Kithnic, including Kieran, and Peyton, whispered it in the background. Task 3, completed.
Fourth, and final task, was were I was now standing. In the middle of a pentagram, drawn in the power sink. Hunter, Alyce, Sky, Holly and a seeker from the council stood before me. Anna was going to end here and now. Before I could move, I felt myself freeze.
"Phoenix!" I yelped. Hunter spun. She wasn't supposed to be anywhere near here. Anna popped in behind me, activating the holding cell.
"That was cute, but quite pitiful. You actually thought you could take me down didn't you?" She backed me up, as far as the shield would let me go. Her fingers soon found their way wrapped around my neck. My toes lifted from the ground. I struggled to maintain a straight face. "You came that close though." She pinched her other fingers only inches apart. "That spell you made your brother do, that I must admit was rather smart. As you can see, it didn't work to well."
"Morgan!" Hunter yelled. He was about to step out of place.
"No." I choked out. "Don't move. Just get on with it."
"But it'll,..."
"Do it!" I couldn't breath anymore, and it just hurt to try.

***"You cant give up." I opened my eyes. Everything was white. Everything until I looked to my left, where a lady stood, her hair glistening reddish brown.
"What'll happen to me if you do?" My head snapped to the right. A younger girl, about fifteen, stood wearing a light, white flowing dress. Her hair was a dishwater-blonde type color, with deep green eyes.
"Maeve? Moira?" I said breathlessly, looking between them. "What's going on?" I waited a beat. "Did I die?"
"Yes." I stopped breathing. For the second time apparently."But you have the power to go back. We have the power to send you back. But you need to want it."
"I do want it!"
They both stared at me. "Do you really? It would have happened already if you wanted it that much. If there is any doubt, once so ever in your head, it wont happen." I did want to go back, I really did, but would being dead really be so bad? Away from danger, away from the world, away from guilt.
"Is being dead, really that good?" Moira asked me. I looked at my future daughter. That in itself was my incentive to go back, so why wasn't I?
"Pain and loss are natural feelings. Guilt, joy, happiness. It's all part of being human."
"What if I cant do it? What if I cant stop her? And what if I do? Then there's you." I turned to Moira. "What if I'm a bad mother? What if I just can't do it?"
"And what if you gave up? And what if the Roirdan power line ended with you, just because you were to afraid to live? What then? I'll tell you what then, I don't get born, and you don't get to help all those people you are meant to!" Ok, so she had a small temper. She was mine. Mine and Hunter's. "And what about Paige and Sydney? Don't you want to watch your niece's grow up?" I did. "And Nakia. Don't you want to live to see what she'll do?" Without a doubt. "Do you want to let dad die? And Auntie, and my grandparents? Kithnic and Angeleyes will die without a doubt." She crossed her arms and lifted her shoulders. "Don't think you don't feel guilt up here. They will die from your hands, if you don't go back right now!"***

"No." My hand shot forward, hitting Anna in the shoulder. Both of us
were still quite high off the ground, beyond fifteen feet.
"Came back from the dead did you?" She moved to place her fingers back around my neck. Her hand stopped, frozen in air. **The past protects the mind.** Confused, she reached out with her other hand.*** The future protects it's home.*** A bubble dome formed around my stomach. I looked down at Hunter. ***The present protects the heart.*** A blood curdling scream was the last I heard, before I blacked out.

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