McConn Residence June 30th 2032 (dark future)

((I was bored...so not good for Kiara XD ))

Kiara sighed as she cleaned up the house, she had a massive headache, she only just got back from Hogwarts a day ago. Life at hogwarts had been hectic to say the least, to secure it for the summer aganst the purger advances,she had been busy charging the wards around hogwarts and it had taken a signfigant amount of her magic. She had not slept a wink not since the night before. Yet she didn't feel rested in the least, despite having nearly collapsed into bed the night before and sleep through out the night in perhaps the first time in years.

Her magic levels were dangerously low, so she was cleaning the muggle way the morning, while picking up a glass ordimate on shelf to dust she felt for just a moment of weakness. It was however just enough for theglass object to hit the corner of the shelf and shatter. One shard cutting deeply into her palm.

Hissing at the sting, she put pressure on the cut and stumbled her way into the kitchen. Running her hand under water she washed her blood away and grabbed a cloth to block the flow of blood from her hand. She was about to summon a healing potion form a top shelf that was to high for her to reach without some form of help. However the loss of blood with low magic levels added to the day with out proper sleep and meals clashed with her attempt to summon the potion only metres away form her.

She suddenly felt very faint and dizzy and soon the world started to go dark.

Blindly and unsteadly she managed to find a chair in the kitchen and sit in it, even though blood was flowing freely from her right hand once again she could only lay it limply at her side as her other hand held her head, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"Kiara?" Edwin called, entering the house with four year olds Ewan and Ean behind him. "I heard you were here alone, so I brought some company for you!" he called, chuckling as Ewan and Ean began to look around for the missing sister.

"Is she in the closet hiding?" Ewan asked, his eyes sparkling. A game Horatio played with his children was hide and seek.
"I don't think so." Edwin muttered, ruffling the boy's hair. Heading into the kitchen, Edwin's face drained of blood and he hurried over to Kiara's slumped figure.
"Ewan!" he shouted, grateful when he felt a pulse, weak but present in Kiara's arm. The twins hurried in, gasping and turning grave as they saw the blood and their older half-sister.
"Boys, I need you to do something for me, okay?" They both nodded. "Go find a bunch of clothes." As they ran off, Edwin examined the wound, noting the glass fragments and carefully removing them. The cloth Kiara had used in an attempt to delay the blood's leakage had fallen to the floor and he kicked it away as he knelt beside her.
"It's going to be okay." he murmured, despite the fact she was unconscious. The twins ran back in with a few towels from the bathroom and toilet paper.
"Good boys." he cheered, taking the towel. Carefully wrapping it around the wound, he gently tightened his hold on it to staunch the blood. It came to him that but an hour later... Kiara would have died of blood loss.
His sharp eyes spied the healing potion on the top shelf and he instructed Ean to hold the towel as he retrieved it. Due to an injury sustained a month before by a purger attack, Edwin was unable to cast even the simplest of spells and thus found himself very worried and afraid as he did everything muggle fashion to save his sister.
Only four years earlier he had lost his mother, Viper and Sevastyan were dead now, Esis... the list went on and on. Edwin was not sure if he would be able to handle the death of his sister, not to mention the fact that his nephews and niece would be left motherless.
"Why's Kiara hurt?" Ean asked, as Edwin gently opened Kiara's mouth to administer the potion.
"She accidentally cut herself." he murmured, hands shaking. Tossing the empty vial away, he lifted Kiara's slight body into his arms and hurried into the living room, laying her on the couch.
"We can help!" Ewan insisted, although Edwin ignored him. He was already making a dash for the floo system. Ciaran and Horatio would know what to do and have the magical power to save Kiara... they had to.
Ean and Ewan exchanged mischievous glances. In sync they pulled their wands from their pockets. Although most if not all four year old wizards waited until their first year of Hogwarts to get their wands, Ewan and Ean's had been "given" theirs at birth. The wands belonged to them and Horatio had not had the heart to take the only memory they had of their mother away. The wands were the broken shards of Excessum and worked together to either give life or take it away.
"What if it doesn't work?" Ean asked.
Ewan set his young face. "If it doesn't work, Ean, she's gonna die." Reason in their young minds was far more mature than most their age and they set the tips against Kiara's arm. A spark or flash emitted from the wands as just a whisper of Excessum's power leapt into Kiara. Just enough to revive her and heal the wound.
"KIARA!" Edwin shouted, hurrying back. "Are you okay?" he missed the boy's returning their wands to their pockets and their happy relieved faces.

Kiara eyes fluttered opened and winced as she brought her hand to her head which still felt someone was banging a hammer into it. Then she noticed she was on the couch in the living room, last she checked she was in the kitchen..

Then she shifted her eyes to those beside her, the blurry forms of Edwin, Ewan and Ean came into view. The her eyes widened, she must have passed out while waiting her dizziness to stop and Edwin and the boys must found her. And from the look of her hand healed her as well. Though she still felt like she had been ran over by a bus and stomped on by a giant, her world felt more solid now than is had before.

She sighed and tried to sit up unfortunatly her head protest to the movement and pulsed sharply. She bit her lip to keep from voicing her discomfort and scareing her three younger brothers more then she already had.

"I am so sorry Edwin, and so sorry to two, I didn't mean to scare you. and thank you for your held. I will be fine, Okay?" she said as strongly as she could. Though concidering she was pale and had dark rings under her eyes those words shouldn't be taken seriously.

She brought her hand to her mouth covering a nasty painful cough, which concered her... for it was new moon her lungs were perfectly fine.... or at least they should have been.

"Oh thank God!" Edwin breathed out, gently taking her hand in his as her eyes fluttered open. "You scared me half to death, Kiara." he sighed. "But it's okay now. Ciaran and Horatio are on their way... and the bleeding..." he checked the now vanished wound. "Um... it appears that the potion took care of it. How, how you do you feel? Headache, a bit woozy? Want some water? How much sleep did you get last night? How about food? Have you eaten?" Ewan rolled his eyes.
"That's not gonna help, Edwin!" he insisted, smiling at Kiara. "Don't worry, Neci helped!" he announced. Edwin paled as Ean nodded in agreement with his brother.
"Wait... you what?" Edwin stammered. The twins both looked insulted and hurried into the kitchen to get Kiara a glass of water. Closing his eyes briefly, Edwin laboured to control himself.
"No need to be sorry, Kiara." he assured her, patting her hand. "And I know you'll be fine. You just need to take better care of yourself."

Horatio stepped into the room from the fireplace, looking like hell but nonetheless concerned. He quickly strode to Kiara's side and gently took his son's place. Quickly noting that his daughter looked like death warmed over, he smiled softly.
"Ciaran is on his way, love." he murmured, kissing her forehead. His large fingers moved to trace her pale cheek, his thumb brushing under her eyes. Despite his worry, he kept from showing it, merely smiling and doing his best to comfort her. At the moment he was reminded of Eglantine though. Kiara was so much like her mother... so fragile now but refusing to admit weakness.

The cough silenced Ewan and Ean's chatter as they approached with a cup of water that both of them had lovingly retrieved and both half carried to her.
"How long have you been coughing like this?" Horatio asked, sternly. Edwin's mouth opened to ask the same question but closed as he figured his father had more authority in the matter.
"Got you water!" Ewan chimed, handing it to Edwin for Kiara.

Kiara blinked... Neci? from what she understood of the twins split wands that one was of life... That must have been how her hand was healed and how she woke up. Though she felt better then she had before, she still felt like hell.

Kiara sighed and her head leaned in to Horatio's hand, his hand felt so warm against her cold pale face. She was different then most humans with sense of body heat, her body heat was regulated by her pheonix magic, and her pheonix magic fed off natural raw magic. Which at the moment was almost empty, she was suffuring from almost complete magic exshustion... had she been a weaker powered witch she might have been in a coma right now. She wouldn't die... no just fade..

Now her health was fading along with her magic, needless to say she was in rough shape.

She nodded when Horatio said Ciaran was coming, she felt so bad, and not just in the physical sense... She gets sick and all her loved ones lives seem to stop so they can help her, it wouldn't be so bad if it didn't happen so often. Why did this always happen?

Kiara concidered Horatio and Edwin for a moment, she had had a cough for a whole week but it had not been this serious nor as painful before today.

"I had a small cough through out the week, it was not this bad though, today was the first day it is like this" she said, she said covering her mouth to block another bad coughing fit.

Once the fit had passed she leaned her head back into Horatio's hand savouring his warmth. She tried to surpress a shiver the ecaped her body but with no avail. She folded her arms around her self feeling cold, even though it was planty warm inside the house with is being summer.

Kiara sighed sadly, now all she needed was a purger attack and her day would be just terrific.....

Horatio's eyes watered, filling to sparkle in the dimly lit room.
"Oh Kiara." he murmured, kissing her brow. "How we have abandoned you." Her exhausted and wasting physical condition spoke louder than any word as he listened to her coughing fit and whispered attempts to assure them it was nothing. Nothing, Horatio wanted to pick her up and take her to a wizard's hospital, force her to remain in bed until she was healed, return her to the energetic young woman she had once been. But not even magic could heal Kiara, and he knew it. There was too much damage in her spirit...her soul.

Edwin fidgeted with the hem of his robe, swallowing thickly. How had Ciaran not noticed his wife's physical, emotional near-collapse? How had they not seen? Was Kiara to slip through their helpless fingers as Eglantine had? No, Edwin looked up, refusing to even wander down that path in thought. Kiara was stronger than Eglantine had ever physically been. She wanted to live for her children and those who loved her. She would not fade away.

"Come, love." Horatio whispered, gently lifting her into his arms. Her shivering body doubled the already thick worry he felt for his daughter and he conjured a thick blanket to wrap round her as they ascended the steps. Ean and Ewan followed, opening the bedroom door and even pulling back the blankets and sheets.
"Good lads." Their father praised, laying Kiara down and arranging a thick pillow under her head.

"We'll bring you back, little fire." he promised her. "No need to feel alone and cold. We are here." Again he kissed her pale brow.

Kiara sighed and lifted her cold hand to Horatio's, holding it as tight as she could. They she new woud restore back to her full health and magical power.... but she would never truely be healed...

As for why no one had seemed to notice her fading health... it had been her magic keeping her a foat, giving her energy to make it through another day. However since Eglantines death.. the Ashe weave had since vanished and it had turned to her to protect the school form attack. That had come with supper charging the wards of the great castle. It had taken all her magical energy but she had done it the wards now had enough energy to last the whole summer with out recharging. With her magic spent, her energy rapidly dropped, very quickly Ciaran nor her children wouldn't have had the chance to realize what was really wrong with her... Before this day she had not looked or felt this bad before.

"No one was blind, Horatio, this came quickly and suddenly. And I know I am not alone... Horatio I am fighting with all I have to keep it that way.... To keep those around me safe.... so no more have to die. All my life Horatio those around me leave.. weather by there own choice or by curel cirumstances. I can't loose anyone else Horatio, I can't..... So if I have to fight with everything I got to keep those around me safe... then so be it" she said sounding slightly winded.

She coughed some more so hard tear came to her eyes.... but the slightest flicker of fire flashed in her eyes for a moment... just a moment. To show the protective strong woman was still there in the weak almost lifeless body...

It was strange really the very same fire that they so wanted to bring back inside her was the very reason she was in bed at that moment to begin with. That fire was passion that kept her going and forced her to put her own well being at risk for others...

"As selfish as that may sound..." she said softly a small chuckle came from her lips... followed by as sigh.

Horatio said nothing as he and the twins continued to make sure Kiara was comfortable.
"Indeed." he murmured after awhile. "But as selfish as you may think that is... my desire for you to be well is far more selfish." he whispered, a few tears dribbling down his weathered cheeks. "This old man cannot bear the loss of you." Eglantine's passing had changed Horatio, Sevastyan, Viper's passing had continued the downward slope of his loss and the deaths that continued only led to the fact that he was a fading man, try as he might to appear strong.

"My heart is lifted to hear you are fighting." Horatio nodded, kissing her cold pale hands.
Wiping the tears from his face, he mustered his strength to smile. "Let's bring a real smile, eh." he suggested.
"Do you remember when Eglantine and I came to your office with a tack in my person?"

Kiara though she felt like a troll had beaten her up and thus sat on her, couldn't help but smile at the memory in fact it have been one memory she kept in her pensieve, and looked at as often as she could.

She nodded, "Of course I remember..." she said wary, but amusment on her face at the memory.

Her head shifted to the corner of the room where her Pensieve sat, as mystical as every.

"I try to watch it when ever I can...." she said. "If I think it will help" she said a faint smile on her face.

"What I wouldn't give to go back to those happy days" she said as she turned back to Horatio with the best smile she could muster, though is held a bit of saddness.

"Everyone was happier back then... you were most note ably" she said giveing his hand a light squeeze.

Then she turned to the Twins.

"And thank you, the two of you for helping me, I would likely not be awake if it weren't for you two.... your Mama would be most proud, as I am" she said offering them a smile as well.

"Yes, I do the same, love." Horatio smiled. "Relive the days of joy and happiness. But we can go back, eh. With our memories and our continued journey, we make a better future for those growing." his eyes shifted to the twins. "For those who have few happy memories."

"Did we really really help?" Ean asked, delight shining in his eyes. Ewan looked pleased with himself without even asking.
"Thanks." he smiled, happy to have the "mama-proud" comment as much as Kiara's. After all, they felt as one and the same. The twins had no memory of ever making their mama proud... they had no memory of her after all.

"And that time Edwin went sledding down the stairwell on a mattress... Esis always claimed it wasn't her." He chuckled. "But we know she egged him on."

Kiara nodded and pulled the blankets tighter around her, still for some reason feeling very cold.

Still she gave the Twins a tired smile and nodded, "Yes you really helped" she said quietly tring to surpress a shiver.

She gave a chuckle at what Horatio said about Esis and little Edwin... "Yes, Esis was always more of a kid the the kids were eh?" she siad with a smile. Before coughing slightly harder.

She sighed when the fit passed and smiled at Horatio still... oh she loved so, even so faded from the Horatio she once knew.

"I remember Hiring her on the spot for astronomy... despite Eglantine warning me not to... It was funny at time I couldn't believe she was older then Eglantine" she said.

"I also recall you walking me down the iale at Mine and Ciarans wedding, I had always dreamed of someone doing that..." she said with dreamed like sigh... It is one of the happiest memories I have of you.. " she said and dispite her weakness she sat her self up slightly hugged Horatio with one arm.

"Oh I love you.... Papa" she said seeking this moment to actually feel a parents comfort to its fullest. She never did really call Eglantine and Horatio mama and Papa unless in cheerful play nothing really in serious context.

He chuckled lightly, remembering Eglantine's fear about what chaos Esis would bring to Hogwarts as a professor. "Yes, she was always spunky."

A smile lit even Horatio's eyes as Kiara recounted Ciaran and her wedding. It had been one of his dearest memories of Kiara as well.
"You made such a lovely bride." He murmured. His heart melted as she pulled herself up to hug him and he held her tightly against his chest.

"And I love you, my dearest daughter." Horatio whispered, closing his eyes. He would do anything to soothe her hurting heart, to make those beautiful blue eyes clear of pain. "So much." Her calling him papa, caused tears of joy to well up in his eyes and he sniffed softly to keep them at bay.

Kiara nodded, her wedding day flashed before her eyes... oh how happy she had been that day... sometimes she almost thought it was a dream...

She sniffed back tears as well, feeling content in the warm embrace. when her world started to go blurry and dark once again...

"uuuh...Horatio...I can't...Uh.. " she couldn't get her sentance right how ever... her eyes roll back and slumped back unconsicous.

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(With Tav, Kaylie and Ciaran... somewhere else)

Rossa had been closest to the floo when Edwin called so she answered it. Her heard thumped with the news the her mother had collapesed and injured her self. She and her father had gone to let her mother rest for the day and to spend time with Tav.. which wasn't some thing she had done in a while. but from the look of things now it seemed it wasn't a good idea.

"Da! Tav! we need ta go... Mum's hurt!" she said looking throughly upset.

Although he knew he should grow even more worried due to her tears, Horatio only held her in his embrace, his emotions remaining the same. Crying was often a good way to help the suffering. Suddenly she went limp in his arms as she attempted to say something and he turned to look for assistance.

Perhaps she had merely fallen asleep, but he was not sure.

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Both Tav and Ciaran looked up from the crossword puzzle at the sound of Rossa's fearfilled voice.
"I'm comin, darlin." Ciaran's jaw tightened and he hurried toward the fireplace, not stopping to grab his cloak or recently purchased flowers for his wife. Tossing in the powder and shouting his home's name, he entered the living room and took the stairs three at a time, bursting into the bedroom just as Kiara lost consciousness.
"Horatio!" he shouted, thinking the worst.

His uncle shook his head, quickly calming his worst fears.
"She's only unconscious, Ciaran." Horatio's deep voice soothed.
Hurrying to her side, Ciaran kissed her forehead, shocked by how cold and pale she was.

Kiara merely shivered in her now unconcious state, as if the blankes were not even there. Tear still streamed down her face, being asleep she was unable to hide the pain she was in like she had when she was a wake.

Rossa came in not a minute after her Dad.

"Grandpapa? Edwin? Da? Whats wrong with her?" she asked fearfully. They had already lost so many... She couldn't stand the thought of loosing her mother to. Her mother was always so strong.. Always there for them, despite the amount of pain she must have been in.

Standing beside her Grandpapa, she timidly put her hand on top of her mothers and with a start pulled back.

"She is as cold as ice" she said quietly and tears shone in her eyes. Looking at her mothers white face she bit her lip.. If it weren't for the raise and fall of her mothers chest... her mother looked dead... for all purposes of the word.

"She.. shes not going ta... die?... is she?" she asked. Pure fear in her eyes and voice at the question. Death had become a almost common occurance around them now it seemed... and to her it seemed like a logical question to ask. Though a unbareablely painfull one.

Horatio conjured a few more blankets and added them to the pile as he attempted to warm her shaking body.
"I don't know, Rossa." He murmured, rising from her bedside to embrace his granddaughter. Ciaran took his place on the bed, alarmed at her cold skin and trembling.
"Edwin get me a hot water bottle from the kitchen." Ciaran ordered. Edwin ran to do as he was told.
"She's okay, Rossa." Ean tried to comfort, patting his niece's back.

"No," Horatio's voice was firm. "She's not going to die. She's just tired, exhausted." He kissed her forehead. "Do you trust me to tell you the truth?"

Kiara groaned in her sleep and her hand sought warmth in this case it seemed to be Ciarans hand. Though it was obvious she was still asleep, it would seem she sensed her husband next to her.

"Ciaran....." she whispered, before once again going into a coughing fit.

Rossa blinked back tears and nodded at Ean, she put one arm around him and hugged her younger uncle.

She nodded at her Grandpapa willing to believe anything other then what she feared would happen.

She looked over at her father however worry still present on her face at her mother painful sounding cough.

"How is she Da?" she asked timidly.

"Aye, darlin, I'm here far ya." Ciaran comforted, stroking her cold cheek. "No need ta worry, all is well." Her coughing worried him but he kept form showing it in front of the twins and Rossa.

"Here." Edwin murmured, handing Ciaran the hot water bottle. The Scot slipped it into the covers next to Kiara's stomach and cast a mild warming charm on the blankets.

Ean returned Rossa's hug, worried because she was.

"She... she's warming, love." Ciaran whispered. But he wasn't sure.

Kiara however continued to shiver and she leaned in to Ciaran's warm hand... again as if the blankets, spells and water bottle weren't there.

Rossa bit her lip, wanting believe what her Father was doing was helping but from the look of it.... it wasn't.

She sighed and got up going to her mother other side across form her father holding her other hand as she looked worriedly at her mother as to what she was so cold. A memory of when she was little entered her mind... her mother had been cooking and by accident spilt hot oil on her hand yet she had not burned.. not even slightly. She had explained to her that her magic protected her form being burned and hurt....

"Hmm... Perhaps it is becasue of her magic she can not feel warm.." she more or less mutter to her self.

With a look of concentration and contempation she did something her mother had personally warned her not to do.... But she felt she had to in this instinse.

When she was younger she discovered she could transfer her magic easily to another far easier then most others.

Holding her mothers hand small threads of violet magic came out of her and into her mother..

Almost immediatly her mothers shivering seemed to calm down...

Yet Rossa soon discovered a problem... she could not stop the transfer... and her mother wouldn't release her grip on her hand.

"Ummm..... uh oh..." Rossa whispered already feeling tired from the drain on her limited magic being only 10.. she was not nearly as powerful as her mother.

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Kiara's mind

Kiara felt a small sense of relief as it seemed a stream of magic started to feed her depeated reserves.... the magic felt sweet and warm... and so familiar. Then a flash of her daughter image appeared...

"No! Rossa!" her mind screamed before she forced her self to awaken and stop herself from taking her daughters magic.

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real world

Kiara's eyes snapped opened and she wipped her head to Rossa, releasing her hand right away.

"Rossa I told you never to do that! I could have killed you!" she said tears dripping down her face.

Rossa didn't know what to say... trembleing from the amount of magic taken from her she ran form the room.

Ciaran sighed softly as Rossa went to Kiara's other side. His thoughts felt jumbled and confused, as though he had fallen and hit his head. His fear for Kiara and his inability to understand how it had happened so quickly suddenly was almost too much for him to bear. Horatio's heavy hand settled on his shoulder and he felt a small amount of comfort.

His uncle had already lost his wife... Ciaran had lost his first wife as well, but Horatio still remained strong, and Kiara was not going to die. If anything was clear, that fact was... Kiara was not going to die.

"ROSSA!" Edwin shouted, noticing the purple magic at the same time that Rossa whispered a faint oops.

Ciaran's attention was yanked from Kiara as he looked to his daughter, the blood draining from his face. What was she doing? was his first thought, the second being, how was he to stop her?

Ean began to scream as Kiara's eyes popped open and Edwin nearly fell over as both twins rushed past him for the door. No doubt the entire situation was simply too much for them.
It had all happened too quickly for Ciaran to do anything but hold Kiara tightly against him, both frightened and glad she was awake.

Horatio followed Rossa out the door while Edwin hurried after his brothers.

Kiara sobbed in to Ciarans shoulder her body shaking this time from overwhelming emotion.. How could Rossa had done that, did she not realise she could have sucked her dry of all her magical energy? her not being in control of her body's need for magic while asleep. She could have killed her daughter easyly had she not been able to wake up.

"Oh Ciaran... she scared me so much.... I.. could have drained her of everything" she said in a whisper.

Then is suddenly occured to her how scared Ciaran might be with all that was happening... She couldn't have been asleep for that long.

Kissing his forehead, "I shall explain all what happened in a bit, but I Must give Rossa her magic back first....I I can't simply take it from her" she said with a sigh.


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Rossa sat by her bedroom door on her knees and although she was trembling it was more from crying then actual energy loss. She just simply cried... she didn't know what to do or say.. She had only wanted to help not make the who situation worse.

"Grandpapa... I.. I didn't know I Only wanted to help" she sobbed leaning against her door.

Ciaran gently kissed his wife's brow. "I know, lass." he murmured, worried about her sobbing. "She was only trying ta help ya. No need ta be so..." but he trailed off, knowing there was reason. He only wanted to soothe her, help her.
"No need ta explain. I know enough." he smiled. "I love ya, darling." he murmured, kissing her again. "Come on." Gently, he scooped her up into his arms and headed for Rossa's room.

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Horatio entered Rossa's bedroom and sat on the floor beside her. Wrapping an arm around her trembling shoulders, he waited for her to say something. Crying in situations such as these was fine in Horatio's eyes, although it tore at his heart to see her so sad.

"Kiara knows that, love." he murmured. "She was just afraid. Afraid she'd hurt you."

Kiara looked in confusion at Ciaran for a moment, "She was only trying ta help ya. No need ta be so..." So what? What was he going to say? Did he think she was being to harsh on her? Did he not understand what nearly happened, she could have killed there daughter had she held on for but a few more minutes.. She knew Rossa was only trying to help, but she wasn't old enough to offer that kind of assitance yet, it was just to dangerous.

So she had to admit she felt hurt that Ciaran didn't seem to understand what nearly happened.

"No need ta be so..." That cut off sentence cut through her like a knife. It was like what happened wasn't a big deal... but to her it was big deal....

As silent tears went down her face, she wished deeply that Eglantine were still alive, she would have understood.

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Rossa nodded to her Grandfather and leaned into him starting to feel slightly weak and dizzy.

"I.. I know.." she said wipping a tear away.

When Kiara saw her darling daughter in such a state she had to fight not to cry some more. Wipping her eyes she turned to Rossa, "Rossa honey, this is important, now be honest okay? Do you feel dizzy or weak at all?" she asked with concern.

Rossa tired look on her face told Kiara all she need to know.

"Put me down beside her Ciaran" she said softly.

Horatio patted Rossa's shoulder, wondering if perhaps there was more to Kiara's fear than met the eye. He was certainly not the best to deal with women and their complex emotions, but he did try his best. He had never understood Eglantine... or his sisters, his mother or any of his at one time or another girlfriends.
Each woman seemed different and complex either in her simplicity or her tangled mind. Men, in his humble opinion, were much easier to understand.

Doing as he had been told, Ciaran gently laid Kiara down beside Rossa, giving his daughter a comforting smile.
They could get through this... they could...

Kiara sighed "Come here child" she whispered to Rossa.

Rossa nodded and almost just fell in to her mothers arms. "I am sorry mum... I just couldn't stand seeing you like that' she whimpered.

Kiara tried to sniff back tears as she kissed her daughters forehead.

" I know my darling, and I am proud you would do something so noble, but this is something I can't allow you to do." She paused and tried to think of a way to explain it.

"Rossa, honey what did just back there was like give a person dieing of thirst a water bottle and saying they can only have a mouthful. they will crave more. But if they really wanted to they could force them selves to stop. Now if the person didn't hear they could only have a sip and they kept going until the bottle was empty?" she said in explaintion.

"Rossa.. right now I am magicly starving, when you started giving me magic while I was asleep my body reacted as person dieing of thirst would, to drink all the water they could and then some.: she said and then she calmly took her daughters hand and a pulse of light later, Rossa's magic was back in her own body.

"Mum!" Rossa yelped in worry as her mother leaned into her more and more again.

"Its okay... It okay Rossa... I will be fine " Kiara said breathlessly, despite she now had a cold sweat running down her face, and her lips had gone slightly blue.

However she turned to Ciaran.. or was is Horatio she couldn't tell as her Vision had all but blurred, only seeing there blurred forms.

She gave them a desperate look to get her away from Rossa before she scared her even more. She hurt, her entry body was in agony... it was taking everything she had not to scream.