Cassandra couldn't help but to stare in wonder at the vision she was currently experiencing. She had been a Seer for well over 3,000 years. Never, in her long existence, had a vision been so clear. She looked over to her right. Phoebe was standing with a similar wide-eyed expression on her face.

"Are the visions usually this clear for you?" The reverence in her tone was clearly audible.

Phoebe looked at her in shock for a moment. It was almost as if this was the first time she had noticed the other witch standing next to her. She shook her head, to clear up her vision, before responding.

"Yea, for the most part they're clear like this." A thoughtful expression overcame her. "Though, I don't really remember them lasting for more than a second's time. And I can't say that I've ever had someone else in a vision with me."

A similar thoughtful expression graced Cassandra's features. "Perhaps it is because this is a shared vision." Turning her attention to Phoebe, she continued. "Or, perhaps this is not our doing at all." With that they began to take stock of the scene playing before them.

They were currently standing just beyond the porch in the back yard of Adam's manor. The day's sun was beginning its descent into the horizon signifying the start of twighlight. Standing side by side before them were the Charmed Ones, Cassandra, and Duncan. Duncan stood in the center of the four Witches while they stood at the four corners. Duncan sat in a lotus position between them while having attained, what seemed to be, a deep state of meditation.

The Charmed Ones and Cassandra were chanting in unison. As the four witches chanted their voices slowly grew in volume.

Cassandra, who had been watching this vision as it unfolded with an intensity she had not felt in centuries, let out a gasp of astonishment.

Phoebe gave a sharp look to the woman currently watching this vision with her. "What is it?"

"This is the first part of the Ritual of Cleaning." She took a few paces toward the chanting foursome. "Here!" She was pointing to a circle made of dried herbs about 5 feet off to the side of that witches. "This is a containment circle. It is the only thing that can hold The First captive, even in its incorporeal state, so that it can be destroyed."

As soon as she said that the vision began to shift. From the sudden darkening of the sky, it seemed that some significant time had indeed passed. Suddenly, to their shock they saw that The First, in Buffy's image, was encased in the containment circle. She was violently thrashing at the wards while continuously taunting the witches and, the still meditating, Duncan.

As suddenly as the change had occurred the first time, it repeated the process once again. As time moved forward, and the scene had settled, the vision became that of complete and utter horror. Everything was in complete chaos.

Phoebe looked around her vision and noticed something. "Um…Where's Xander?"

Cassandra looked around and frowned. "I am unsure." Her eyes became momentarily distant before a pensive look formed. " He has not appeared in any of my other visions as well." She looked at Phoebe. "I do not know what that means."

Cassandra took a glance up at the sky then tapped Phoebe lightly on the shoulder.

"What?"

Pointing up at the sky, Cassandra responded. "That moon is the one we will see tonight." Both Phoebe and Cassandra stared at each other. Both of them thinking, 'Oh Crap!'

As though it were agreed upon, they both let their attention return to the chaotic battle that was going on.

Methos and Chris were using any and all means necessary to hold of the army of vampires and demons. There had to be at least 40 to 50 vampires with the odd demon thrown into the mix.

Duncan lay dead on the ground, a stab wound to the heart given by Richie. Having received slashes across their chests, both Piper and Phoebe lay dying in the ground. Leo was huddling over them trying to rapidly stop the bleeding using his healing powers. Cassandra stood by his side while wielding her sword. She was the only defense between the demons and vampires and was keeping them off Leo so he could save his charges. Paige was lying peacefully unconscious.

Richie was standing next to The First, who was now free and still in the guise of Buffy. They were watching in glee as the demons and vampires began to herd the remaining survivors closer and closer together.

Methos was fighting side by side with Cassandra as he looked over to her.

"You can still stop her." He had to yell over the commotion while decapitating another vampire.

"No I can't!" She virtually screeched at the top of her lungs.

"Yes you can! You only need more power!"

She gave him an indignant look. "And where the Hell am I supposed to find some?"

His entire demeanor changed. "From me." He looked at her with sadness while she looked at him in utter shock. "Use my quickening. Channel it. I know you can. It will give you all the power you will ever need." Even as this conversation was going on, neither warrior has let their guard down, though it was getting far too cramped.

"Methos…I..." He cut her off.

"If you don't do this we will ALL die. At least this way…I may get to see my Alexa again." There was brief compassion shared between the two before Cassandra nodded her head.

Standing off to the side Cassandra watched the scene as it played out.

"It was always so brief. I…I…I never knew." Phoebe took her unwavering gaze off of the scene to look at her fellow witch.

"What are you talking about?"

"I've had this vision earlier. Though it was never so clear, it was hazy and came in minute bits over the last many weeks." She looked at the ground. "I've seen myself take his head. And I've felt the emotion behind it." She looked back at Phoebe with tears threatening to break through. "But it has never been so clear. I've never heard the conversation." She didn't know what else to say. 'I don't know if I can ever truly forgive you Methos, but I do know that you have changed. Perhaps in time I can. Now…we only need to make sure that you live long enough.' There was a fierce determination that shone from her eyes.

They both watched the horrible scene as Methos allowed himself to be beheaded.

"This is the Quickening."

Phoebe looked at her in confusion. "The What?"

"It's what makes us Immortal." She looked over at Phoebe. "Just watch and you will see."

They both watched with wide eyes. Yet their eyes were wide for entirely different reasons.

"Wow…that's a Quickening?"

"No Child. The bolts of electricity is his Quickening." She stared at the swirling vortex of multi colored, powerful, and pulsating lights. The lights were ever changing and seemed to radiate immense power. "Those lights…" She paused to stare down at the headless form of Methos. "They are magic. Pure Magic that has been un-touched while building in intensity for thousands of years." She looked at Phoebe with wide eyes. "Mages and Wizards of the old have not been seen with such power in many, many thousands of years. They had died out before even his 'supposed' birth." She thought back to the man who was once 'Death.' "How he came by such power is a mystery to me."

Phoebe looked at the swirling energy with a newfound respect. 'That must be more powerful than The Power of Three.' The awe associated with that thought was reflected in her eyes.

Seeming to read her fellow witches mind, Cassandra replied in almost a whisper. "Not even close my child. The Power of Three goes far beyond this. Yet for an individual…this amount of power has not been seen since far, far before my time and has not been seen since."

The lights became brighter and far more intense. With a sudden flare the energy exploded outward. Both of the women had to shield their eyes to keep from being blinded. Once the light had faded they opened their eyes once again, only to find themselves back in the kitchen.

In tandem, they both gave Methos an incredulous stare.

He looked from one to the other. The look the both were giving him was beginning to make him quite uneasy.

In an incredulous voice, he asked, "Hey, what did I do?"