A/n: Okay, we're nearly finished now! I predict a couple more chapters to follow but we'll see! Hope you guys are enjoying this I'm not getting many reviews! But it'll bug me if I don't finish this so I better get it over with! Please r+r!

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I feel hollow, I know this pure soulless thing inside me is what my father and his coven really want from me, they don't need my powers anymore, they just needed someone with a strength and power like mine to withstand the eye of the dark wave. Congrats to them. I've just been reading through my old entries, I miss Hunter so much. I need him, but I need to live my life the way I want, I realise that I can't do that there or here, but its too late now, they've done what they want with me, I don't want to follow the rules and restrictions but all this, its too much I never wanted any of this, its why I always hated doing dark wave spells before, I just did them to please my father. There are other ways of getting knowledge and power without killing. It's more fun that way! When I look in the mirror now, I'm not looking back at myself my eyes are not my own they are two black holes.I want to be myself,I want this thing out of mebut how to stop Amyranth from calling upon it again?

- Morgan 'Bradhadair' McEwan (I am my mother's daughter I need her strength which is why I have inherited her coven name)

Morgan sunk to the ground the dark wave spell she sent over to Wales sapped all her energy, her hands and knees sunk into the wet mud in the old Methodist cemetery. She struggled for breath. Ciaran knelt beside her and rubbed her back, "Well done my child" he said, he then walked over to the near enough 150 members of Amyranth, "Did you witness that? Shortly we will receive their Knowledge and powers. When the Mahogany box upon the altar glows red, we know the dark wave has destroyed them and we have gained what they know"

Yeah, Morgan thought still on the ground trying to pull herself together, you will but not me right? Still feeling weak Morgan managed to stand, she had made sure that the town wasn't destroyed when sending out the dark wave, not that it would definitely work, it was probably almost there, it had to make it over to Wales. Sure enough she knew when it got there, Morgan let out a scream and fell to the ground again, Amyranth just looked at her and Ciaran looked concerned and knelt beside her, "Morgan? What's wrong?" he asked

Morgan couldn't find the strength to answer, she felt the whole town being wiped out, she didn't have as much control over the dark wave as they thought she had! Countless number of souls was absorbed by the dark wave, she felt the pain of every death the scream of every person rang in her ears. Morgan was on the ground in a spasm she covered her ears with her hands and she was screaming. It seemed like hours later but it was merely 10 minutes, the screams in her head stopped and she could smell death and destruction, she knew it was all gone. And sure enough the mahogany box glowed. Ciaran smiled, stood and went to reach for the box.

"Nithral tac benth zul rac!" Morgan choked out, the box flew off the altar and into Morgan's grasp. Ciaran spun around and looked at his daughter on the ground, "Morgan what are you doing?" he asked, a distinctive caution tone in his voice.

"You are not having this" she croaked, climbing to her feet again. "Why not?" he said, Morgan felt the burning gazes of the Amyranth on her back and felt Michel making steps closer to her. She turned to them "STOP!" she cried holding out her palm outstretched, about 150 witches heads all snapped up as they fell to their knees, all bound by one person. She turned back to Ciaran, "You do not get this because you did not go through the pain I did to get this!" Placing her hand on top of the box, she searched through the contents for the one piece of information she wanted from it and took it, then she opened the box and emptied it. A white light emerged from it and circledoverhead before it winked out. She released Amyranth with her mind.

"What the hell was that?" Michel demanded.

"You LIED to me!" Morgan screamed at him, "I had no control over that thing, I felt the pain of every death! You all saw in pain and one of you cared! EVEN YOU!" she screamed and pointed at her dad "You only cared about that box and not me!"

"Morgan, calm down!" Michel ordered, "The power will come to you in time, it was your first go, of course its going to be painful, the easier it will be the more you do it, in fact…" Michel started but then looked up at Ciaran who nodded back at him, "Why don't you have a little rest for a minute then you could have another practise."

Morgan knew exactly what they meant by that. "Give me an hour or so, there's something I need to do" she said and ran off to car parked under the large oak, she drove to the one place she ever felt at home, to Hunter, she needed him. Even though they didn't see eye to eye on anything she needed him. All the way there she cried.

Hunter opened the door before she got to it. "I knew you'd come" he said,

She followed him into the living room, she stared around it mouth open, candles were lit all around the floor, all red and white candles and there were red and white rose petals all over the floor, in front of her, Hunter got down on one knee, he was recreating the night he proposed to Morgan, he bought a load of new candles from 'Herbs for healing' and they filled the large room. Morgan got on her knees in front of Hunter and hugged him. Tears streamed from both of their eyes.

"Hunter I need help" she managed. He kissed her passionately, Suddenly everything came flooding back, she remembered Ciaran spelled her back to her old ways, and she knew now that rules and restrictions were there for a reason and part of what she did tonight reminded her also. "This thing inside me… its evil" she choked, Hunter stared in disbelief, her eyes were just 2 pools of blackness. "Oh Morgan," Hunter sighed, "I'll do whatever it takes, we'll beat this thing"

They stood and hugged each other more, but suddenly the pair felt very dizzy and when they separated they were no longer in the living room, they were surrounded by the 150 Amyranth members in the old Methodist Cemetery.