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7. Answers

I looked at Morgan in shock, Da had gone as pale as a ghost.

"Fiona?" He asked the figure sitting on the floor. Morgan's eyes were as green as the sea, just like mine.

"Yes Magach, Giomanach, I'm glad to see you looking so well."

"Fiona what are you doing here?" I looked in wonder to see my mother staring at me through my muirin beatha dan's body.

"I sensed the huge draw of a Bith Mearc, and found out that it was connected to you. If you want to save your love you must act quickly."

"What must we do?" I asked her.

"They have deeper plans in order, plans that will rip apart the underworld, plans that will change our world forever. Close the Bith Mearc, or your love truly will become the destroyer."

She looked sad to be a part of this and looked down at Morgan's hands, "Such power must be used wisely," she said simply.

"I must go now my son, my Magach, but I am always with you." Then she was gone, Morgans hazel eyes stared uncomprehending for a moment, the she collapsed on the floor. I stared at her pale, worn body, hoping Da would be able to save her. I crept over to where Morgan lay, gently holding her head in my arms.

"I'm trying son, I'm trying." Da said.

I woke up feeling like death warmed up. I briefly remembered Fiona's presence, bringing warmth to my heart. I sat up to see Hunter and his Da in a deep discussion over some part of a spell. My head still felt heavy, and my body drained. Hunter came over to me as soon as he saw that I was awake.

"I've called Bethany to try to do some healing work on you. She's not sure it will work, but she's going to try." I knew that Bethany was the best healer around, so if anyone could help me she could.

"Thanks Hunter." He handed me a mug of tea, which he cooled himself. He was so caring sometimes. I sipped it and started to relieve the tension in my highly wound up body. I lay back down on the couch, breathing raggedly. He looked at me with fear in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking, that his Da had better get the spell done soon, before it was too late. And then, what huge plan did Amyranth have in mind?

Bethany arrived soon after, leaving Alyce back at the shop.

"Morgan" she said in acknowledgement. Her eyes widened as she saw my wasted face. "I don't think that I'll be able to do much to recover your energy, as that is caused by the Bith Mearc, but I may be able to relieve you're head, and generally make you more calm. I'm so sorry."

I smiled at her as she began by placing her hands on my head. I felt her waves of energy pass through me as she felt for areas that most needed help. Then she targeted my heavy and aching head, trying to relieve the tension. As she did this I felt a huge relief in my body as she washed away my fear and pain and I fell into a deep and relaxing sleep.

I woke up what felt like hours later. Bethany had left, and Hunter was sitting in the armchair staring into the fire. I felt better, but still drained.

"What time is it?" I asked. He started as he obviously hadn't felt me wake up.

"Er, eight o'clock." He didn't need a clock, as he seemed to have the time engrained in his head. "How are you feeling?"

"Better thanks, I wish I'd had a chance to thank Bethany."

"I'm sure she understood."

"I should probably get home seeing as my parents will be wondering where I am." I heaved myself off the sofa, feeling weary to the core.

"Do you want me to drive you?" Hunter asked.

"I'll be fine." I smiled reassuringly at him.

"O.K., but take this stone with you and call me if you have any problems." He didn't look happy, but he knew I had to be home for my parents.

"Thanks Hunter,"

"Bye love," He came over to give me a goodnight and goodbye kiss. I walked out to my car, and drove home.

When I arrived Aunt Eileen and her girlfriend Paula were having supper with the rest of my family.

"Morgan honey, you're back late. There's some food left in the kitchen if you want any."

"Thanks mom, but I'm not very hungry." I came and sat down at the table with them.

"How's my favourite oldest niece?" Aunt Eileen asked. I grinned at her, "I'm you're only oldest niece Aunt Eileen."

"Ah, but you're still my favourite."

"Hows the adoption paperwork going?" I asked. She and Paula were trying to adopt a baby, since they had recently settled down in a new larger house. Aunt Eileen grimaced,

"There's so much of it, but I think that we're getting there." She smiled at Paula.

"If we manage to get it finished before we reach the adoption age limit of sixty." We laughed. They had a great sense of humour, and I was feeling happier already, pushing my terrifying experiences to the back of my head.

It wasn't long before I was feeling distinctly ill, so I decided to go up to bed early. My head was ringing again and my hands had gone clammy and shaky. I lay down on my bed fully clothed, just to rest before getting on with some homework, however I soon fell into a fitful sleep. I was clutching Hunter's stone in my hand.