The three of them set off for Morgan's palace.

Chris experimented with his new ability and found he had to imagine it being quiet in his head for everyone else's thoughts to stay away. Despite himself he tried to read Persia's mind, but found that he was well and truly rejected, access denied, chucked out, the lot. He was unable to read her mind, and he was glad. He wouldn't have to worry about his powers upsetting his best friend by mistake. He hadfocused his attention on the job at hand just as Persia stopped and shivered violently.

"Persia, what's the matter?" Prudence asked, worriedly.

Persia shrugged, and she stopped shaking.

Chris was worried, but he continued walking in silence as they came into view of Morgan's castle.

Eventually, they came to the gate, and Persia looked worried.

"Someone's coming." She said, a little confused.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Who?" He asked.

Persia shrugged. "I don't know, but they're powerful, and a really weird mix."

Prudence raised her eyebrows at the girl in amusement. 'She must be an aura reader, but I've never heard of anything like this before. There is no one in sight, yet she knows someone is coming. She can't be a reader then, they have to be up close. I guess she is an aura sensor, but that has never been heard of in such a young girl, the only people to have it in the past millennia has been Bleys, Merlin, and Morgan. Could this girl possibly be Morgan reincarnated?' Prudence thought absently, turning her gaze to the gate.

Chris stared at his cousin. "What do you mean, mix?" He asked.

Persia's eyes glassed over for a few seconds, but went back to normal as she replied. "Morgan is coming. She is good, and she is bad. The two sides of her are fighting for control. She is scared, and she no longer wields the sword. I cannot feel it."

Chris imagined how Morgan's voice sounded. It had an essence of power in it, because he knew that Merlin had taught her. She was Arthur's half sister, so it had a note of weariness, from the life she had lead as a kind of peasant. It was an awful lot like his aunt Prue's, even if he didn't know that. He searched for the voice in the world, and focused on her thoughts.

They hit him like the most painful belly flop in history, shoving him backwards and knocking the air out of his lungs.

' The child Parisma, is a Warren Witch. She spoke of a young girl, me from another time… Why would she lie? …. Merlin, I betrayed you, forgive me please, I can't help it. He, he's too powerful. Brother, I pray you are safe. I go to meet my maker, my future self. Parisma, forgive me for what I have inflicted upon you. Boy who is with my future self, forgive her for what I have done. Myself… grow into a better person than I am. May you be a true force of good, whether you are magical or not.'

Chris blocked the voice from his head, and quickly told Persia what he had heard.

He had just finished when the gates opened.

The woman who stood there wore a robe similar to the one worn by whitelighters, except it was a deep blue. Her dark hair was in a low ponytail, and her brown eyes eyed them warily. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she had a small scar at the end of her cheekbone, running towards her ear.

Everyone was stunned at the resemblance between her and Persia, so when she pulled a bow and arrow out of no where, they were still too stunned to react when she fired the arrow at Persia, hitting her heart.

Chris turned to run to her, and heal her, but stopped short when he saw the glowing thread between the now unconscious Persia and the woman he assumed was Morgan.

Morgan looked at her future self and began to chant.

"Free me from this wicked spell,

And the child I took,

Free her from hell,

Knowledge I send to this witch,

Give it and my skills to this Halliwell,

Memories she will not need,

Only a scar,

To remind her to take heed,

All this I do now,

This I do at the sound of a bell."

Morgan's scar appeared on Persia's cheekbone, and a church bell began to chime in the distance.

As Persia began to writhe in pain, Morgan began to fade until she simply wasn't there anymore, and a young girl appeared next to Prudence.

"Mother, I have the sword!" She laughed happily, before shoving it into a boulder next to her.

"Parisma!" Prudence yelled in relief, temporally forgetting Persia.

Chris grabbed his cousin's hand just as she let out an inhuman shriek.

When the other two whipped round, the two Halliwells were nowhere to be seen.

"So mote it be." Prudence whispered, out of both respect and hope for the two children.