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Amyranth closed in on Morgan and Hunter, Ciaran pushed through to the front. "I knew we should have tested her loyalty!" he told Michel, "We still can, we have leverage. There is darkness in her and its strong she can't fight that!" Michel said, "You'd be surprised at her strength," said Ciaran, "She just bound you and over 100 other witches besides all at once!"
Ciaran grabbed Morgan with a tight grip on her arm and dragged her over to the altar, and two men locked Hunter in a hold. "Morgan, now is the time, it's a Saturday night and its nearly 9 o'clock Kithic will be getting together about now, So Morgan, your next task, is to send the dark wave to the Kithic coven." Ciaran shouted at her. "Why?" Morgan asked, "Most of them aren't blood witches! They have nothing of use to you!" "No but if you don't do this then I'm afraid, daughter dearest, that you're beloved Hunter will face the consequences, so choose… the love of your life? Or a couple of puny little high school wannabe witches!" "Morgan, forget about me, save Kithic!" Hunter yelled "SILENCE!" Ciaran shouted as he slapped Hunter across the face. "No!" Morgan cried
"Choose Morgan! Time costs lives." Ciaran warned.
Morgan "Okay, please just give me a minute" she closed her eyes, Goddess, she asked silently, help me find myself, help me choose, help me fight this. Suddenly she found herself stood in white light. "Morgan?" she heard a soft ethereal voice, "Morgan?" Morgan turned to face a figure in a long white dress coming towards her with long flowing hair, it was her mother. "Ma?" she asked, "That's right" Maeve stood before Morgan she was smiling, "I need help" Morgan said, "I know, but you already know the answer Morgan, this darkness inside you was forced in you can force it back out. Follow your heart Morgan. I know you can do this" Maeve kissed Morgan's forehead, "Stay strong, my little fire faery"
The white around her faded and when she opened her eyes the same ugly scene was in front of her as before. "Morgan!" Ciaran snapped, "What's it going to be"
Morgan silently walked over to Ciaran, she touched his cheek, "You think you know what's for me, what's best for everyone, who gave you the right to choose who to live and who to die?" Ciaran was speechless, he obviously didn't know how to respond. "But Ciaran," Morgan said, "It's time it all ended, so now I'm giving you the choice, you stop all this now, or I'll stop you myself"
"Ciaran? What are you doing you fool?" Michel screamed coming towards them, he grabbed Hunter and dragged him by the neck, "Morgan, you do the spell or Hunter dies, right now!" He said holding an athame at his throat.
"I don't think so," Morgan said shaking her head, "Drop him Michel" Michel unknowing as to why instantly loosened his grip, Hunter fell to the ground got up and stood behind Morgan. A new sense of higher power came over Morgan as she felt her mother and her mother's before her adding century's to power to Morgan helping her to fight the darkness inside. Morgan was now surrounded by a white glow, and even the members of Amyranth were in awe. Using the knowledge she took from the Mahogany box she spoke a few words in Gaelic, suddenly a dark cloud appeared overhead, "Oh Goddess, Morgan what are you doing?" Ciaran cried, "It's the dark wave!" an anonymous witch from the crowd cried. "I know how to control it now" Morgan said with an amused smile.