A/N: And its the wind down! Truth be told, I'm sick of this story. I really don't have time to write anymore. Between two jobs, (one full time, one part) and trying to sleep, it's hard to get into this story. I'm not abandoning it, I will finish, but sooner then planned. Enjoy!

"Hey, do you have a watch on?" Landon asked me. We were still sitting on bench, nearly two hours later.
I pulled my arm out of my sleeve, and checked my watch. "It's eleven. Why?"
"I have an appointment with the lady who healed me up. Do you want to go home or..."
"I'm coming with you!" I said, interrupting him. Landon rolled his eyes, and kissed my forehead. I squeezed his hand.
"I figured that much." He laughed. We quickly made our way to the doctors office. Once Landon signed in with the front desk, we sat side-by- side in the rock hard orange chairs. "What's been up with you this past week?"
I hesitated a bit. "Stuff, I guess." He poked me in the ribs. "Okay, okay. I met my cousins. But you know that. Umm, my cousin Sky came back. Grandpa is here too."
"Where have you been for the last few days? I got out Tuesday night, and tried calling, but your dad said you weren't home. Which is what he said every other time I called too."
He just had to get into that. "I haven't been at home since..."
"Since?..."
I took a deep breathe. "Since Jena moved in."
"She didn't?" I nodded at him. "Where have you been staying?"
"Killian's house. The old guest room."
"Old?"
"Yea...I kinda destroyed it..and our backyard."
"You destroyed it? How so?"
"Long story. Ever since my little...visions...started, Evan said my power was growing. When I went home on Monday, Dad told me he and Jena were engaged. I guess it triggered something, and I was moving junk with my mind, through my hands. Sky and Grandpa threw me out the door, and let me turn the backyard over. It happened again when I woke up at Killian's." Landon was scared. I could tell. "But all is good now. Your back, my magic powers are gone..."
"But..."
"But Jena is evil. She's trying to get me to join her evil side, through dad. She's got him under some sort of spell." I looked up into Landon's eyes. "I'm scared. What if she gets sick of waiting for me to turn evil, and kills dad?" Just then, Landon's name was called. He reluctantly stood, and followed the nurse.
"Moira my daughter." I whipped my neck around, looking for the owner of the voice. It was such a peaceful voice. My daughter? Who was this woman?
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I'm sure you know who I am, Moira. What other mother do you have?" Her voice was slightly airy.
"My mother is dead." I shouted. For minutes, technically seconds, there was no sound, but my breathing. "Who are you!" I demanded again.
"I don't know."
"How can you not know who you are?" I yelled into the air, spinning my body around to find the voice.
"What if I told you that your mother never died, that she still lives?"
"My mother is dead." I said in a stern, yet strained, voice.
"She isn't. She is alive and well."
"Your lying!" I dropped to my knees, repeating it over and over again. "I'm dreaming. This isn't real. I'm dreaming."
"No Moira. You are a destined Seer. This is real."
"No. No. NO!" I sobbed. "They said this would stop. They said there would be no more visions. They lied to me."
"They didn't lie, Moira. They just didn't know the truth. It's written in the stars, Moira. You are a Seer by blood. No matter if you were stripped of your magic, you would still be a Seer."
"Why!?"
"Because it's what your mother wanted." There was a pause. "If anything happened to your mother, she wanted to be sure that the legacy continued on. But it backfired."
"Backfired?" I repeated dumbly.
"Backfired. It turned itself...the spell...Goddess. Alright, you would only become a Seer, the Seer, if your mother and yourself were in the same time, and in the same area."
"She's dead. There is no Morgan anymore."
"Your not listening to me. You would only start to get your visions when your mother walked the same ground you did."
I stood. "Don't you get it? She doesn't have feet. She is nothing! She's been dead for fourteen years, she's gone! I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."
"Moira. Look." I looked up, and straight ahead. It was as if someone out a tv in front of my eyes.
 "Max, get down here, supper is ready!" Mom? Could it really be her? I studied her for a minute. She was bustling around a kitchen, with a green apron on. Her hair was short, just below her shoulders, with fringy bangs. "Max I mean it!" Max? Who was this Max, she was calling for? A husband? Boyfriend?
"She never died, Moira. She just forgot who she was."
"Maxine Jaden Wylie! Get off that phone, and come eat."
"She's in Wakenuk now, Moira. She's closer then you realize." Another pause as I watched feet come down a set of stairs. "So is your sister."
"My sister? I don't have one." I said quietly.
"Do you believe what I have said? All I have said? Do you believe your mother is alive and well?"
"What does she do now? My mom?" Still the feet came closer.
"She's a healer. Best in the business."
"And this sister?"
"You've met before, have you not?" The feet belonged to someone I knew? I didn't know a Maxine Jaden? It clicked in all of a second. M.J. Maxine Jaden. MJ was my sister.
"She knows Moira, she just doesn't know Moira."
Everything came clear again. I felt tears coming from my eyes. She was alive. She really was alive! A sister as well. I'd always wanted a sister. But what of the last sentence. She knows, she just doesn't know?
I heard Landon's voice, and looked up.
"Morgan? Mom!" I cried out. Landon's doctor looked up.
"Yes?"
"It's Moira, mom. Moira." I said quietly.
"Moira!" She stared, then grinned. She knew there was a Moira, her Moira, but she didn't know I was her Moira. I had found her. I found my mother.

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