A/n: Sorry it's been so long, I've had a few reviews and since I just got the internet in my house now (hehe! My house!) I thought why not update for my beloved fans. So I'm determined to finish it now… anyway I bet you're all desperate to find out what's going to happen next, so here goes!

Hunter's POV

Arianna/Morgan sped through town, she knew where to go, to the place Ciaran always goes to, to gain more power, to the place he always wanted us to take the fight to.

She parked beside the large oak, loads of memories were formed here, mostly bad ones.

We headed over towards the large stone tomb that they used for a altar so many times before and saw two hooded figures stood at both ends, and in the middle, bound and gagged on top of the tomb was Moira, writhing about hopelessly trying to escape.

"Well, well… I thought you'd never show up" Ciaran rasped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"How could we ever miss this?" I heard a joint union of Morgan's voice and Arianna's. My Goddess I had missed her voice so much.

"Who are you?" Grania queried pointing a long twisted bony finger at Arianna

"You know exactly who I am, Grania, appearances can be deceiving"

"I should have known death couldn't stop you" Grania cried, "But it's too late, give us your powers, or its on your daughters head"

"Let her go!" I cried, "This is our fight! Don't bring Moira into this"

"I don't like your attitude boy!" Grania shrieked, she clenched her fist and Moira let out a pained scream through her gag, she loosened her grip and the screaming stopped

"I wouldn't piss me off if I were you, Hunter" Grania grinned

"Grania, that's my granddaughter, you hurt her again and you will regret it" Ciaran warned, "I have big plans for her"

"She won't be a part of any of your plans" Arianna/Morgan said

"Your powers, give them to me!" Grania screamed, "once they're mine I will be restored and become all powerful!"

"Correction, Grania, it is I who will be all powerful,"

Grania's face dropped and she went even whiter than she usually is.

"Did I ever thank you for restoring my powers by the way?" Ciaran asked his lips turned into a twisted grin. "Would you like a card? A gift basket?…"

He outstretched his arms and shot a red and black light from his palms, attacking Grania, a large scream erupted from her as she combusted and turned to dust.

"…an early cremation perhaps?" he continued in a normal calm voice

"Ciaran, your too late" Arianna/Morgan said as a black cloud appeared over the horizon, the sky turned a murky green, Ciaran stared at the sky confused.

"What the hell?" he muttered

I ran and grabbed Moira and went back over to join Arianna/Morgan, who put a binding spell on Ciaran, which knocked him to the ground.

"You see Ciaran, it's in my blood to call upon the darkness, you told me that a long time ago, and its not until just now that I realised that to destroy it, I would have to use it" Arianna/Morgan said

We then released Moira, she stood up and the three of us held hands, and then we took up a chant "Protect this circle, safe from harm, the Goddess holds us in her arms"

We repeated it over and over as the dark wave blew over our heads, the thick cloud wrapped itself around Ciaran, forming what looked like a black cage. A white smoke left his mouth and joined the black cloud then his body turned to ash. But then, strikes of red lightning came from the dark wave, one of them hitting Arianna/Morgan; she fell to the ground.

"No!" I Screamed, that was when the cloud dissipated, and hopefully for good/

The sky returned to normal.

Arianna's mouth opened slightly ajar and a white smoke came out.

"No, please goddess, no! She can't be" Moira cried

"No she's not" we heard a voice behind us.

Stood there was Morgan's ghost, aged just as she would be now,

Tears streamed from my eyes, "Oh Goddess, Morgan"

"It was my anam that was just released from Arianna, she'll be fine, but she won't remember a thing and she won't have any powers"

"I love you, Morgan, oh goddess I miss you so much"

"Mom?" Moira uttered

"My Moira, my precious Moira, you've grown so well, your father did a great job"

Suddenly she glowed in a white light

"What's going on?" I asked, "Are you leaving?"

"I don't know, I'm not doing this, maybe"

She kept glowing brighter and brighter until it was a brilliant white light, Moira and I had to look away.

When we turned back, she was no longer transparent, she was alive.