A/n: Hope you guys are enjoying this. I'm trying to do a chapter every time I go to my mum's so its quite hard, it's so annoying not having the Internet at my own place, well r+r… enjoy.

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I've changed, I'm not who I used to be… so why is it so easy for me to slip back to my old ways? It's scary. I need help. Maybe going to that Magick school in Scotland will help centre me, I've heard very few witches are accepted into it, but with a power like mine its inevitable that they want me, especially with my dark roots, they just want to make sure I don't go back to my old ways, I want to make sure I don't go back to old ways. I think it's my anger that unleashes my darkness, I just need to find methods of controlling it. I should really talk to Hunter about what I did, he'll be pissed at me sure, but I need his help through this, it's eating me up inside. I'm scared of becoming like my father.

- Morgan Riordan

Morgan lay on the bed with Mary K. stroking her hair softly just how Morgan's mother stroked hers when she was a little girl, the memory made Morgan feel pangs of loss. After a moment or so, Morgan felt Mary K.'s even breathing pattern and knew she was sleeping. Gently she got up and found a pen and a piece of paper on her desk and scribbled a note saying 'I know its hard but forget about Bakker, he'll only bring you pain, he's such a jerk. See you at school. Love Morgan' and walked downstairs, "Bye" she said to Nikki on her way out, to which she got no response. Morgan rolled her eyes and headed on outside.

As she was about to get into her car, she sensed something, she whirled around and saw a tall figure walk from the bushes emerging from the shadows. "Goddess" Morgan breathed, "No, it can't be" She gasped as the figure came toward her "Ciaran? How? You're dead!" Ciaran looked the same as ever, "I remember when it used to be father," he said, "You stopped being my father when you killed my ma" "Come now Morgan, have you heard of forgiveness?" "How?" she demanded ignoring his question. "Amyranth, you think they'll leave their leader dead?" he smiled "Now quit being foolish Morgan, you belong with us, I saw you before with that boy, that's the old you, and I can tell you miss it, you're the Amyranth princess, their future leader, they brought me back to steer you back in the right direction to your true destiny, they knew they wouldn't get anywhere with you so they sent me they need you Morgan"

Morgan shook her head, "No I'm the princess of Belwicket, I'm destined for goodness, I know that now. If they're so lost without me Amyranth should just disband!" "You know as well as I, that they won't do that, Morgan. The seer amongst the coven saw your greatness along side them, she saw you controlling the dark wave as it were part of you, without needing a spell to conjure it, you destroy the council and all the covens who dare stand against you, all knowledge and power is yours for the taking, Morgan!" Morgan's eyes lit with a hunger that she feared. "No, no, that's not me!" she said, "Just go, tell your coven to find a new leader, and then go back to your grave where you belong" she turned away and hurried to her car, "You can't escape your destiny" Ciaran called after her, "It'll just come to find you, I'll see you soon, Morgan"

Morgan got into her car and sped off home.

"Hello, Love." Hunter greeted her as she walked through the door, she quickly kissed him and threw her bag on the floor and hung her coat up and slipped off her shoes. "You're home late" Hunter said with raised eyebrows, Morgan nodded. "What's wrong?" he asked, "Did you have another dream or a vision?" Morgan shook her head, "I don't really want to talk about it at the minute." She felt Hunter turn his senses away from her to leave her with her thoughts. "Where is everyone?" Morgan asked "Sky is at the shop and Killian and Alwyn have gone for dinner at the Widow's Vale Diner," Hunter informed her as she turned and headed upstairs.

As she walked through her bedroom door, Morgan pulled out her Book of Shadow's and added an entry. Afterwards she lifted her head, "I have to tell him," she said aloud to no one. As if on cue Hunter poked his head round the door, not sure whether to expect to have his head bitten off.

Morgan half smiled at him, "Come in, I need a hug anyway" she said, Hunter came and sat beside her on the bed and put his arm around her. "Are you ready to talk about it?" he asked softly, Morgan half nodded, "You're not going to like it," she said. Firstly Morgan told him about Erica and about her offer with the school in Scotland and then about how she's going to help deliver council information to us. "That's good new Morgan," Hunter said confused, "Why wouldn't I like it?" Tears fell from Morgan's eyes, "I haven't finished" she sobbed, "Love, what is it?" he cradled her and wiped her tears away with his finger and kissed the tip of her nose. She looked up at him and then filled him in on the Bakker fiasco and then her encounter with Ciaran.

"He's back Hunter, he's back, with my dreams I can't believe we didn't think of the possibility he could come back! I'm scared, I don't want to be dark again! I want to be good!" she sobbed harder, "Am I evil?" Hunter looked surprised, "Oh Goddess, no! You have so much good in you. Someone whoso afraid to turn evil is not evil. Darkness is in you, its in everyone even me, its human nature, but you were brought up with it all around you, how could you not have a relapse? Your heart was in the right place you just,I don't know… but Morgan you're not evil, I can promise you that." Hunter stroked her cheek with his thumb. "As for Ciaran, this is serious, we're in danger."

Morgan nodded, "I know, what are we going to do Hunter?" "We're going to make sure he nor his coven bother you again, we're going to put him back in his grave along with the rest of his Amyranth coven!" So much for the pacifist, Morgan thought. "Your right" she said, "But how, they have so much power, me and you alone couldn't stop them" Hunter stared disbelieving into her eyes, "You have more power in your little finger than that coven combined, I believe in you. You can do this!"

Morgan rose to her feet walked over to the mirror and examined the new look she carried, the faded jeans, white tank top and another flannel shirt unbuttoned over the top, it really wasn't her, she decided, Morgan grinned at her reflection. "They want the old me?" she said aloud "They're going to get the old me" Hunter smiled, Morgan went into her walk-in wardrobe and reappeared a few moments later wearing black leather pants and a white t-shirt and huge black boot, she put her hair into a braid with practised hand movements and applied heavy make-up to her eyes.

"Let's rock and roll," she said