I am soooo sorry. Its just I've been swamped with homework and all. Now I have a GREAT idea for a helpless sequel which I will most likely use. Thanks for being so patient!!! I owe you guys one!

I worked my way through the barrier spell in a flash and when I broke through and looked out the door down the hall it was too late. Ciaran had run out the building.

'God damn it!' I cursed. 'We were that close to him!' throwing out my arms and narrowly missing Hunter. He raised his head from near his feet and asked 'You going to try and hit me again?' I sighed and said 'Fine. What your plan of action?'

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Even though it spiked up his hair in a way I knew he hated. 'Well the Council is off the list so maybe our best bet is to scry.' I nodded and grabbed his hand to lead him into the circle room. We sat down in with a candle in front of us on a table and we both concentrated. I murmured a small scrying spell that would help us find our target and block our presence. After a few seconds the flame became a small mirror and inside I saw Ciaran. He was talking to someone I vaguely recognized. He had black hair and cold, sharp features. The man nodded than walked away.

Suddenly it clicked. 'That's Nython!' Hunter looked at me. 'Who?' 'Nython! He was dad's most faithful man until he tried to turn Ciaran into the council. Ciaran caught him and well, it didn't end to well.' I remembered those horrible months....the months when I was first forced to use dark magick, when my father tried to turn me evil.

Flashback

I made my way down to the room where dad was holding Nython. I was 10. I was only in fourth grade and knew more about magick then my mom did at her age. Ma insisted that I go to a normal school.

I followed the screams of pain until I found the room. I opened the door made of black wood and magick and saw Nython kneeling in front of Da in a binding spell. His face was covered in cuts that I knew would leave scars that would torment him. His clothes were bloodied and he was whimpering in pain. Ma had told me about Da when I turned eight. I was more mature then I seemed because of magick so I knew that what Da was doing was wrong. I had just never seen it. It repulsed me and I wondered what Ma ever saw in him.

Da turned around and smiled when he saw me. 'Morgan, my darling!' mentally I was laughing. I knew what he was doing; he just thought I was dim. 'Morgan come help me. This man is bad. He tried to kill me.' Da came and pulled me in front of him and said 'Now I just want you to say these words and get very, very, angry.' He was talking to me like I was some special ed kid!! He was so busy being evil he didn't even know how smart I was. Did he think I would look at this mess and think 'Oh, Barbie's!' Da said the words 'Larac, seone, nith rac, theo, nul rac, cair fel rac!' Power was radiating from him and he aimed it at the wall. 'See? Now I'm going to leave you alone.' He seemed to think I was like a puppet. Boy would he get a surprise.

I waited until Da left and I sensed him talking to Ma. Then I knelt down and healed all his wounds, the whole time I could feel his surprise and relief. Then I released him from the binding spell. 'You're not going to kill me?' he asked shocked. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. I showed him a passage way in the north wall. I knocked on a spot while saying the spell and it opened. 'Take this passage out,' I said 'it leads out into the cemetery. When you get there, run like hell.' He seemed a little shocked by my language but when you live with Ciaran you're bound to know a few. Then he nodded. 'Thank you.' He said. Then he ran.

When I left the room I went to Da and said 'I did what you said. For some reason he just stopped breathing so I said a spell to get rid of his body. What happened to him?' I said playing dumb. He looked proudly at me then ruffeled my hair. When he left the room I ran to Ma's arms, crying my heart out. 'I didn't kill him Ma but he wanted me to, he wanted me to.'

End flash back

I sat there staring into the candle. I was only ten. He had ruined my childhood. Just screwed it up with torturing and death. And he tried to bring me into it. And he succeeded. I betrayed Ma and let him control me. I felt anger rage up my power bubble. In an act of complete craziness I let it go. It completely screwed up the apartment. The paint chipped off, the furniture broke and there were holes in the wall and Hunter watched all this calmly. He just stood there, rubbing my shoulder. I breathed, my anger in control, then I grounded my self on what was left of the floor, felling my power and rage calm down then I stood up and said 'This is it. Tonight it ends.'

ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh Morgan on a rampage!! Sorry this took soo long!!!!