Sorry Everyone, I thought I was done with writing. I haven't been inspired in a long time to write, but I've been reading some wonderful new stories, and actually got some reviews on this story. Thanks for the inspiration everyone. So I decided that maybe I can try and finish this one off. Sorry I'm a little rusty. I'll try and write more often now.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot of Sweep; they all belong to the wonderful Cate Tiernan.

Chapter 3: Run Morgan Run

I had been overtaken by my dreams, reminiscing of the past and looking for what could have been. I glanced around me, and the once busy café has become almost empty. It was just me, and this other elderly couple. I decided that I was no longer safe here. I finished my tea, put a simple hiding spell, and slid out the front door.

I walked down the street, put the strongest blocking spells up; and walked slowly but steadily down the street. I did not dare to send my senses out; as I was sure someone was waiting to get a glimpse of my power. So I walked, and blended in with the crowd. I decided, I was going to run far away from here; and leave the country. I immediately hailed a cab, and in under 30minutes I was standing in the middle of the airport.

I went to the ATM, maxed out all my credit-cards and withdrew all the money out of my accounts. I bought a plane ticket, with cash, and had no suitcases; I must have looked like I was fleeing from the authorities.

I was heading towards the gate and checked my cell phone out of habit; I had seven voicemails and one text message. All of the voicemails were from Killian, I checked them, and just to make sure he was alright. He sounded normal, and his happy self. He sounded slightly drunk, but was wondering why I never showed up to the club. I didn't dare call him back; he would figure it out eventually, probably in a few days, that I wasn't even in the country. He was strong enough to sense that.

I knew that I needed to get away from him, now that I had the gumption to leave, before I couldn't. I couldn't hesitate, I hated leaving him behind, knowing that there was a very strong possibility that I would never see him again. He probably would never understand why I decided to break my promise to him? …but I couldn't bear losing him.

I then looked at the text message, it was short and quick "Don't do anything stupid, Morgan". Of course Ciaran knew what Amyranth was after. He didn't have the opportunity to tell me anything, when I left, but he knew what I had in mind. He probably thought that I would go against them all by myself. But I knew that, that was a direct suicide by my part, and would benefit no one.

He was probably the one person in the world, that could find me if he wanted, but he knew that the best option right now, was just to run and hide. Ciaran was foolish enough to actually blow his cover to save my ass, but what good would that do. That would get both of us killed.

I headed towards the terminal, went through the boring and tedious security lines, and boarded the plane. I sat down closed my phone and waited for take-off. It suddenly hit me; that I must have looked like a wreck. My clothes were still slightly damp, and my hair was all over the place. Normally I would be terrified of flying, I hated flying, I normally did countless of protection and "good-luck" spells, I usually grasped onto Killian's hand, he always complained that I would break it, but today I could do neither of those things and I was terrified of something else today: getting killed by Amyranth seemed way worse than flying right now.

I sat down and shut my eyes, and braced myself for take-off. In the background, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the passenger, and a polite air hostess. "Welcome to British Airways Flight 294, a direct flight to San Francisco"

. -

[11 Hours Later]

I had fallen into a deep slumber. My mind had shut down. I had no dreams no thoughts, but I still had not relaxed. I was still shaking, but it was more of a tremble now. We were landing in San Francisco soon. We were already losing height, and the seat belt signs were lighted. I caught the air hostess as she was running by my seat and asked if she could spare some Tylenol. She returned, with two pills and a glass of water. I hadn't taken proper drugs in years; one of the benefits of being a witch was that I could easily get rid of a headache, a hangover or any other type of pain with the wave of the hand and the mumbling of a few words.

The plane landed, I got my purse from the overhead compartment, and headed out of the plane. I went through the gruesome border security process, and finally walked out into the sunny California sun.

Even though I had slept for so long on the plane, I still felt exhausted. I've been shielding myself since yesterday at about this time. I was running out of energy. I decided that I could probably take down some of the layers of the spell. From what I knew there was no one from Amyranth involved in San Francisco, the cell here had been run by Selene for years, and after her death they had simply dispersed, cut their ties with Amyranth or transferred to other cells. I had specifically come here for that exact reason. Nobody here would know me as Ciaran's daughter. Nobody would recognize me here: I never visited, or lived here. It was an easy place for me to hide.

The reality was though I came here seeking a coven here that even Amyranth wasn't so sure of their strength. They didn't want to destroy them because they had too much power, to "waste". They weren't directly evil, just incredibly immoral. They weren't power hungry, just wanted to create chaos. This was Eagruth. Their name meant exactly that "Chaos".

I was going to find them and join Eagruth.

The New York cell of Amyranth has been trying to make the members of Eagruth join them. They had enough powers that could seem useful to overturn Ciaran's lead in Amyranth. The New York cell, has been trying to gain power over the Scottish cell for years. When Ciaran walked out on them, and went off the map for a few months over 6 years ago, after they tried to kill me, they began mistrusting the other cells, and almost grew into a separate coven. The only reason they didn't leave, was because they knew that by themselves they do not have the power to leave Amyranth, they would be crushed (or killed), and they wouldn't be able to hide well enough from the council.

With the help of Eagruth, they could amass enough power to go against the rest of Amyranth and bring them down. That would make them the strongest dark power.

It the only way to try and get into Amyranth, was to join Eagruth, and that is exactly what I was planning on doing.

Today I have the exact proof that I am my father's daughter. I made the same choice he did all those years ago. I am denouncing my true heritage and forgetting about everything and everybody I have lived with. I am forgetting about my family and friends, and starting my path to join Amyranth in order to save everybody else.