The spell was almost ready. Just another few ingredients to add to the pot. Anise for protection over the body. Burdock for purification of the spell. Rosemary to increase her mental ability. Sage to insure longevity and her psychic awareness. Finally, Wormwood to seal the spell and to help transfer the soul from the living to the dead. I dropped them all into the simmering pot that was bubbling over with fragrant perfumes. The smells filled the little cavern that I had built underneath the house. It was amazing that it didn't waft into the house. It was as if the spell itself was working it's magic in the walls itself, bringing the whole area to life and under my command.

Soon, very soon, I would take Anabelle's soul and place it in my daughter's preserved body. I shall be reunited with her once again and we shall rule over all. That was the grand master scheme of things. This human world had gotten out of hand. Too many humans were at a seat of power and they needed to be put in their place. They stole the land from us, and now we are about to take it all back. They wouldn't know what hit them. My daughter, Aine, was always more powerful than I. I am the Badb, the Macha and the Anann. I am the great deliverer of death and harbinger of souls. I was done wrong once, and I shall never be again.

I looked over at Tristian and smiled as he was staying his goodbyes to the human known as Anabelle. The woman has much power and such, is the reincarnation of my daughter who had the same powers as she, but much stronger. Aine was able to conjure strong beasts and push out her power to affect others. Anabelle had only reached a small portion of her potential. Now, all that power will be unleashed. If only I could have done all this while she slept would have been preferable, but she needed to be awake to drink the potion.

"I'm sorry, it has to be this way," Tristian told her.

"Please, don't do this. Please, Tristian, please!" Anabelle pleaded as if she could actually convince him to let her go.

Anabelle had no idea why and how I had gotten Tristian into my guard. Yes, it was true that I matched him in battle when I sought revenge after the killing of my daughter. Only because Aine, was Tristian's wife. He had believed me to destroy her, but when he learned the truth, he turned against his own and helped me slay those who had slayed my beautiful daughter. It has been out missing for thousands of years to seek out one that had been reincarnated with her soul. We were lucky enough to have a way in considering the Anabelle's aunt dabbled in dark magics that she herself could not control.

We had watched Anabelle for years, seeing the little changes in her behaviour. She was sweet and gentle, as like Aine was, but fierce and would not be thwarted towards her goals. When I confronted her about her powers, I wanted to know what she could do, how she did it. Was it the same as Aine? And once I did find out, it was like cake. I would make her use her powers on a few people in town until eventually she would be so drained that she wouldn't even resist. She might even ask to be sacrificed. That was my plan.

Tristian just wanted to be reunited with his love. Since I was the outcast and he was a tribal member, when Aine was slain, many told him that it was I who did it because I did not approve of their marriage and that Aine was carrying child. Neither were true. Why would I have killed my own daughter? If I hadn't approved of Tristian, I would have just killed him, not my own blood.

"Anabelle!" a loud booming voice screamed from above. It was Julius and clearly angry.

I looked over at Nyx, "Didn't you fix that problem?"

"Yes, I did. However, I didn't kill him if that is what you are asking. I won't kill my own creation, just as you did not kill your own daughter," Nyx answered.

"Your own creation?" I questioned as I started to pour the bubbling potion into a cold bottle.

Nyx shimmer and her appearance changed. She was no longer almost a spitting image of my daughter, but now of a long scarlet haired woman, "I am Lilith. I go by Nyx these days, but I am his creator. The one who made him who he was before. I simply changed him back in exchange for Anabelle."

"And how did you do that?" I questioned with a brow raised as I corked the bottle and let it sit to cool.

"It was his choosing. His dream for his hearts desire. Since he coveted the girl, I had a condition. I would make him whole again as he was seeking in exchange for Anabelle. He made his choice. And in doing so, the bond was broken."

I mouth curled up in a smirky grin, "Good thinking. You know, it might just be well that he is still alive. A subject to test our little Aine one to see her full potential."

I looked down at the poor little Anabelle. She was shivering in fear, her eyes were swollen with tears as she then turned to me and continued to plead to let her go. That she would try to help me, but to please not hurt her. I brushed the hair from her face after she had thrashed around wildly. The bits of blond stuck to her sweat drenched face, "I wish it could be that easy, but see, you don't have the full power that I need. Unfortunately, you will need to be the seed that we plant."

Anabelle screamed with fear which made my insides tingle in delight. I could hear the monstrous Julius outside, filled with rage as he let out a scream. I decided now was the best time, if any, to start the ritual. I lowered the table so that Anabelle was parralell to Aine on the table next to her. Tristian was holding Aine's hand and speaking soft nothings into her ears. He would pat her long raven hair and kiss her lips gently as I proceded over Anabelle.

At her head there was a table that held four candles. Black for Earth, Red for Fire, Yellow for Air and Blue for Water. As well as a silver dagger and a piece of chalk to which I took and drew a pentagram that engulfed both tables. I set the black candle to the North and lit it while saying, "To the Guardians of the Watchtower of the North, I call upon you, Fomalhaut".

Turning to the East I placed the yellow candle on the floor and lit it, "To the Guardians of the Watchtower of the East, I call upon you Aldebaren".

Turning to the South I placed the red candle on the floor and lit it, "To the Guardians of the Watchtower of the South, I call upon you Regulus".

Lastly, I came to the West where I placed the blue candle on the floor and lit it, "To the Guardians of the Watchtower of the West, I call upon you Antaren".

Raising my hands up high I chanted, "To the Guardians, bless me with your power! Give me the sturdiness of Earth under my feet, the swiftness of Air under my wings, the heat of Fire for passion and the coolness of Water for deception. Come to me lords of the elements and grant me your attributes!"

I felt an overwhelming rush of wind under my hair, the sweet smell of grass at my nose, the heat of fire at my back and the tiny droplets of rain on my brow. The Gods had blessed me. I pulled them all into me as I walked over between the two tables and laid my hand on Anabelle's chest. Her face was full of fear and worry. She pleaded again for me to stop and let her go, but I was deep in mediation and tuned her out. I called to her soul. I was the one chosen to direct souls on their path. I was now going to direct Anabelle's soul, Aine's Soul into her rightful body.

I grabbed the bottle with the elixer in it and opened the cork. The steam still rising from the top as I came close to Anabelle's lips with the drink. She squirmed and clamped her mouth shut, refusing to drink. "Tristian," I called. "Pinch her nose and force her mouth open."

Tristian did as he was told and Anabelle continued to try and break free, though it was no use. He pinched her nose closed so that her mouth gaped open for breath. That is when I dumped the elixir down her throat and he shut her mouth closed to prevent her from spitting it out. "It will all be over soon, my love," he said as he brushed her cheek.

It did not take long for the spell to be cast. Anabelle stopped moving almost immediately and her lids dropped heavily and her head slunked to the side. I checked her pulse, it was very weak. "We must work swiftly," I instructed. "The fire still burns inside, but we must release her soul before her body quits."

Tristian, without instructions moved Aine's body close to Anabelle and he stood back to watch me work my magic. Unfurling my wings, I spread them out side, raising my hands up into the air, "Spirits of the Watchtowers, send Aine back to me, send her soul and make her free."

I watched as a shimmer of light covered Anabelle's body. The face that covered her own was not Anabelle's, but Aine's. We were right! Aine was reincarnated as the soul of Anabelle. Her shimmering soul awoke and sat up away from the Anabelle's body, who was left lifeless and pale. Aine's face looked to mine as it said in a near silent whisper, "Mother?"

"Daughter," I confirmed as I showed her the body that she once belonged to. I opened the path and guided her soul to where it truely belonged. The shimmering veil of her being glided up and over Anabelle and laid down to rest in her own. The veil shimmered and glowed bright until it all but died away. Looking over to Aine's body, I checked her skin, which was beginning to warm, her cheeks returning to their rosy color and soon her eyes fluttered open. The spell had worked. Anabelle was no more and now Aine was ours again. Again to fight against those who oppose us.

She coughed and lolled around on the table before she sat up, she looked at me with her eyes brimming with tears, "Momma?"

"Darling!" I cried as I brought her to my bosom and held her close. I peeled her off of me and placed both hands on either side of her face, "You're back!"

Aine turned and looked at Tristian who was staring in disbelief. Looking back from Anabelle to Aine and finally coming over to kiss her passionately. "I have missed you so my love," he told her.

Such warm welcomes made my heart flutter. However, we had more pressing matters to attend to. Before the circle could be close, Tristian and Aine must be bonded. That was to insure that Tristian wouldn't just leave with Aine and take her away from me. Since she was mine, and her soul was attached to mine, he could never leave with her to a place I would not know about.

"Now the hand-fasting ceremony, quickly, before Lilith returns," I instructed as I turned to grab the kettle on the spit as well as a rope of thorns. "This will bind you both for all time, in the eye of the Gods and the Guardians of the Watchtower which granted this very magical and special night to commence, I bind you both for all eternity."

I wrapped their clasped hands with the rope of thorns tightly so it would draw blood. The blood would mingle and I would drop it in to the kettle where it would mix, then finally, they would dip their hands into the kettle of golden amber to have it sealed.

Once the hand-fasting ceremony was done, I closed the circle and kissed them both. Now I would put her skills to the test. Time to see what she could do now that she was back in her own.

"Darling, come, let us see what you remember," I coerst as I walked towards the stairway that led to the main floor of the house that sat above. Nyx or Lilith I should say should be waiting for us there with Julius, whom I was to test Aine's powers out on. I wanted to see how effective she was against another supernatural.

"I beg for some time, Morrigan. Let her be," Tristian spoke up as he touched her face with his hand and stood in front of her. "I beg for time to be with her before she is to be used for your deeds."

I looked towards Aine, who looked equally confused, "I shall go," she spoke as she touched Tristian lightly on the shoulder.

Aine moved past him, but Tristian didn't move. He couldn't as if his legs were glued to the ground and his arms stiff at his sides. Just a light touch and Tristian was frozen to the ground that he stood. "Aine, No!"

Aine looked back at him, "I must obey my Mother."

"Come child," I pulled her under my wing. She was still the beauty that she always was, "Let's see what you can remember of your Danu traits".