A/n: Okay I hope you like what's going on so far, nothing will be revealed until its revealed so ha! Newayz do we have any Roswell fans? I'm currently planning a Roswell fic on my computer; I'll update you when I put it up! Well on with the chapter... REVIEW AND ENJOY!

It is coming, the putrid smell of death is all around us, we're all tired and sick and the plants and flowers are dying, we've seen it all before and it's not a good sign. But last time we had a half witch to fight it, this time we don't, Alisa was killed in a car accident, but thinking back, it seems like it was set up so she couldn't help us.

Hunter tells me not to worry; we'll figure it all out. Goddess I love him so much but somehow I know it can't be, I don't want my daughter to die before she has even lived, my Moira, my beautiful little Moira, as I write this now I watch her sleeping in her cradle, fidgeting uncomfortably, she feels it too I know. But sacrifices need to be made – am I ready to die?

---Morgan Niall

Moira's POV

Why did I go over there tonight? Something drew me to that house, and it wasn't the fact that my mom grew up there, or that my grandparents just moved out and I wanted to see who had moved in. It was her, Arianna, there's something about her. She's not like us I can tell, not a blood witch, but still there's something. And I should trust my instincts right?

I parked my car, my amazing new lime green Volkswagen beetle (only the best car in the world, a classic) in the garage next to my dad's old ford fiesta and headed inside.

"Moira?" I heard my father call as soon as I walked through the door, here we go, I rolled my eyes.

"Yes dad?" I headed into my dads library where he was sat at his desk going through his books like he has done for the past 16 years.

"Been out with your friends?" he asked in his crisp English accent, that's right, my dad was a brit.

"No, some new family moved into gram's old place, I went to introduce myself"

"That's nice of you dear, are they Wiccans?" he asked

I shook my head, "No, but nice all the same" he nodded and looked back down at his books, making notes and checking and comparing them to other notes and passages from other books.

He needed to get over it, honestly, it's been 16 years and he still hasn't found the answer.

I pity him though, his múirn beatha dán was ripped away from him, and I lost my mother.

I don't hear much about my mother, it's too painful for him to talk about, she had been 20 when she died and my dad was 22, a dark wave was sent after their coven, but because they had no one to say the spell to dismantle it (they needed a half witch because it would kill a full witch) my mom just ran in before anyone could stop her, I was told she is a true power conduit so she didn't need to perform the spell, nobody knew exactly what she did, but the next thing they knew was the dark wave was gone and my mother was dead, I was only 5 months old at the time, so I don't really miss her as much as my father does, but it still hurts.

I don't really know why my mother's coven was attacked by a dark wave, I just always figured that it was because my mother was such a powerful witch, I never really asked.

Now night after night my father sits in the library trying to create a spell to destroy the existence of the dark wave completely destroying everyone who ever called upon it with it.

I went over to the desk and kissed the top of my dad's head, "Night dad" I said

"I'm sorry Moira," my dad said as soon as I had turned my back, I turned around again.

"Why? What for?" I asked

"This, all of this" he replied looking around the room, "I know I've not been a great father, I've become obsessed with my work, but I need to do this to be able to move on, I owe it to your mum"

I went of to him and put my arms around him, hugging him. "I love you dad, It's alright you don't have to explain or apologise"

He smiled, "I think I'm getting closer though," he said with a faint note of excitement in his voice

"I was drinking a cup of tea earlier and began thinking to myself that to completely destroy something you need to have something created to balance things out right?"

"Right..." I said trying to follow, "like with every new life there should be a death right?" my father nodded

"That's why I don't think I've been getting it right if it's a life for every death it must also work the other way around,"

"Yes," I agreed "that makes sense"

"I also need to get the spell to be able to trace all those that have called upon it which made me wonder how would I do this, but what the spell suggests is calling on dark magicks, so hypothetically, I and whoever were to help me would call on the dark wave, and hopefully get it to turn on the souls that have previously called it into existence once it has their souls, we would use the spell to dismantle it, but we would need our creation to completely destroy it, so it can't be called on again."

"That's a good theory dad," I praised him, "But what would we need to create for the destruction?" I asked.

"That's a good question" my dad sighed, "I don't know what sort of thing would need to be created"

I smiled, "You'll figure it out dad" my father smiled and started tidying his desk up.

"Also," I said as my mind began whirring up random thoughts about what my dad was suggesting, "How would you be able to conjure up the dark wave spell, without the actual spell to read from?"

"Night Moira," My dad said, clearly getting tired of my constant questioning

I was thinking about my upcoming Initiation, it had been delayed so many times, I was supposed to do it when I was 14, but even though I am strong and sure in my magick, I never felt like I was ready, but now I am, and I am to make it on my favourite time of year, Beltane.

"Dad?" I asked, "I've read most of your recent ones, but I'd like to read your books of shadows, around the time you met mom, and mom's books of shadows as well, it is expected for a young witch to read about their parents experiences, it'll help with my studying"

My dad looked at me as if I had just told him I'm pregnant.

"Moira, we'll talk about it in the morning, it's getting late" he said

"Dad, it's a perfectly simple question" I said

"I know it is, don't be cheeky, just go to bed now, it's school in the morning."

I turned and headed out the library, My dad was acting totally strange, so I quickly cast a spell on myself so if my dad were to sense me, he would think I am in my room. I peeked back inside the library.

He headed to a corner with a small book shelf, he muttered a spell and it turned into a door, he went inside for a minute, came back out and them repeated the spell on the door to make it look like a book shelf again. I saw what I needed, so I tip toed up the stairs to my room.

I knew now my dad is hiding something from me, I bet I knew what was in that room, the secrets to my mothers past.

Just the look on his face tonight when I mentioned her book of shadows told me there's something I should know.

He couldn't possibly think it would hide me from them forever could he? I will find a way into that room and I will find out the truth about my mother.

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