A/n: Yay! Well finally got internet at home, except its really, really slow and the computer likes to shut itself down while I'm using it a lot but hey, we're making progress, especially since the internet content filter for some reason wouldn't let me use fanfiction… I nearly died! But yay I'm back online I can update more often hopefully well people, please r+r enjoy!

P.S.: Has anybody else read Cate Tiernan's new book series 'Balefire' yet? I read the first 3 books and they're very, very cool you should look out for them!

Goddess, we need help. Morgan told me Ciaran is back from the dead. How did Amyranth do it? It must have took a lot of conjuring let alone probably more than one sacrifice to bring him back, I just can't believe they went to all that trouble when someone else surely must have been wanting to take over. I fear for Morgan, she's worried about turning evil again, I have faith that she won't but I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my head. Goddess, what to do? Help us through these hard times.

- Giomanach

"Morgan, do you have a plan?" Hunter called after her as she walked out of the house she continued marching forward and Hunter followed, "Nope" she said not bothering turning to look at him. "Well then what the hell are you doing!" He cried, "You just can't march straight in there without a strategy! You could get killed – or worse!"

That's when Morgan turned, "Look Hunter, I go with the flow, if you don't like it please just back off I'm doing this my way, I'm fed up of being afraid of my own shadow, I want Ciaran and Amyranth gone – for good I need to know there's nothing out there that can turn me bad again and know that the dark wave spell is out of all witches hands, never to be conjured again. Let me do this, for me and for the safety for all future targets" Hunter hung his head, shook it and sighed, when he raised his head again he focused into Morgan's eyes, "Alright, but I'm coming with you," Morgan shook her head, "No Hunter, you can't, I can't risk loosing you, I won't. I need Ciaran to believe everything I want to tell him and he won't with you there" "Morgan, I –" "Hunter, please" Morgan cut him off. "Okay, but the minute you get into deep trouble you call me" "I promise," she told him sincerely, Morgan put her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "I love you," she said softly, "I love you too" he told her.

Morgan turned and got into her car.

Morgan knew where to meet Ciaran, its where he would like to think he had all the power, but Morgan knew these grounds well and plus she was stronger than him, the power sink at the old Methodist cemetery.

She sent him a witch message: Father, you were right. We need to talk at the old Methodist cemetery. Shortly she got one back You're right we do need to talk. Five minutes

Right he was coming, she parked her car under the big oak tree and walked toward the big stone tomb she and her coven often used as an altar. He perched herself upon it and waited.

She didn't have to wait to long, Ciaran strode out from the tree's looking majestic as his long billowing cloak flowed behind him, making him look extremely over dramatical. Morgan had to roll her eyes.

Ciaran just looked at her, didn't say anything. Morgan could tell he was trying to get a read on her so she tried to block her senses as much as she could. "Liar" Ciaran said softly and then he tut-tutted at her and snapped his fingers, at once 12 black cloaked figures appeared from behind the trees closing her in a circle they were wearing wooden masks displaying their twisted animal characters.

Hunter! Hunter! Morgan cried in her mind but she knew the messages weren't getting out, Ciaran was blocking them.

Everything happened so quickly, the next thing Morgan knew was that she was tied up and bound on the tomb and the entire Amyranth coven were circling her, staring down at her.

"You won't kill me," Morgan managed to choke out, "You can't"

"We won't" Ciaran told her, Morgan's eyebrows creased, what do they want me for? She wondered, "We're bringing you home, to your roots, to your true nature, your true destiny." Ciaran answered her unspoken question.

Morgan was helpless, there was nothing she could do, her worse fears were coming true, she was being turned back to her old ways. I'm sorry Hunter, I'm so, so sorry, Morgan thought to herself.

She let herself get taken away with their spell, she was too tired to fight it.

Morgan woke up a few hours later, she was alone in the cemetery still lying on the tomb but no longer bound, it was dawn a few rays of sunlight shone down through the treetops.

"Thanks for leaving me here Da!" she yelled at no one. Then she smiled "I'm back"