Chapter 8: Face to face
"We could summon Ciaran," Morgan suggested, clutching her mug of herbal tea that Hunter had made.
I shook my head. "What good will that do?"
"I have his true name," My cousin snapped. "I can put him under a binding spell and FORCE him to stop the dark wave."
"But will he do what you say?" Hunter asked, glancing at the kitchen clock.
Morgan nodded. "If he wants to live." My stomach turned. Morgan would actually kill her father. Goddess, I would never be able to do that to my blood relatives. How would she be able to bear the pain and grief?
"Let's do it," I said, trying to sound cheerful.
We decided to summon him at the power sink as it would enhance our powers. Ciaran didn't stand a chance, not against three powerful blood witches.
"I'll send him a witch message," I muttered. Uncle Ciaran, I sent. Come to the power sink in Widow's Vale.
I got his reply instantly. On my way.
We didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, we were stood before Ciaran MacEwan. His face darkened when he saw that I wasn't alone.
"What are they doing here?" Ciaran asked, shaking with fury.
"We're here to strip you of your powers," Hunter chipped in. "Do you really want us to do that? Dismantle the dark wave and we will spare your life."
Ciaran laughed. "What makes you think you can beat me?"
"THIS!" Morgan yelled and shouted out his true name. Ciaran stopped dead, frozen to the spot. Morgan had power over him and there was nothing he could do about it.
"I'm sorry, Ciaran," His daughter murmured. "But it's for the best." She nodded to Hunter who drew out his athame and began chanting the spell to strip a witch of his or hers powers.
We all held hands and chanting together. Ciaran spat spells at us, but none of them had any effect. He was powerless.
"Ciaran MacEwan, witch of the Woodbanes, has now ended," Hunter finished solemnly.
"What are we going to do with him?" I whispered as my Uncle threw up noisily.
"I'll send a witch message to the council," Hunter answered. "They'll deal with him."