“The Ancients banned you once before,” Tara said. “You haven’t the power to do it again.” Grainna’s hand slipped through the magical force which held her in place. A triumphant smile spread over her face. Heat surged from Tara’s hands. She raised them.
Grainna stopped, motionless in her place.
“Forces of good will overpower the forces of evil.
Take my advice, Grainna, change your ways.” Tara held Grainna’s blood red eyes fixed on hers. “You’ve been banned from this time and place. You’ve been banned from the Druid race. No more threats from you to me. I send you now across the sea. If the Ancients will it so, I bid it now that you must go.”
Fire surged toward the ceiling, circling and lifting, engulfing Grainna.
Tara stood with her hands extended and her eyes closed. The force of the wind blew her hair back.
Duncan stood at her side and watched in awe.
A swirling vortex opened above the flames. Pitch black, the current pulled Grainna away. Her scream went with her through it and beyond, sucking the flames with her. The fiery cyclone shut the vortex as quickly as it opened, but with a defining silence.
Everything went still.
Emptied, Tara stumbled back. Duncan’s arms kept her from falling.
When her eyes opened, he was all she saw. They held to each other, assuring themselves the other was whole.
“’Tis over,” he said.
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He pulled back and kissed her bruised and battered lips. “Never,” he said when he moved away.
He kissed her again, long and deep. When she winced, he released her lips.
“How did you know how to banish her?”
Puzzled, Tara shook her head. “The Ancients.
Didn’t you see them?”
“Here? You saw them here?”
She nodded. “You mean you didn’t see them?”
Duncan surveyed the damaged room. “Nay, my love, I didn’t see them. No one has seen them outside of dreams.”
“Then they must have really wanted her gone, because they were here, guiding me.”
“Then it is finished.”
“For today.” Her hand went to her neck where blood still trickled. For today. She released a long sigh, stepped back and looked at the burned mark on the floor, then up at her husband. “Take us home.
Our baby is hungry.” She passed a hand over her stomach and smiled.
Outside the cottage, Duncan gathered the horses, tossed Lancaster’s still unconscious body on the back of his mount and watched after his wife who stood staring at the building that had been her prison.
It was only wood and stone, but the cottage held the essence of Grainna.
Her undying evil.
Tara raised her hands again. Branches around the building blew in, leaves covering the ground rose up and encompassed the dwelling. Vines grew at a rapid rate, twisting and turning until no sign of the cottage beneath could be seen. Within minutes the cottage was camouflaged by the underbrush. Anyone passing would only see overgrown forest and not think to stop.
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Duncan helped Tara upon her horse and slowly made their way out of the forest.
She rode in silence on the way back to the Keep.
He let her have the solitude of her thoughts. His own plagued him while he reviewed everything that had happened.
When she started to laugh, he couldn’t have been more surprised.
“What do you find so entertaining?”
“Did you see her face? God that was rich. ‘I’ll be back!’” She mocked Grainna’s words. “Hah! And I thought I watched too much TV.”
“She may be back. We have no way of knowing she won’t.” Duncan’s words sobered her slightly.
“We’ll be ready if she does. Now we know what she’s capable of, she won’t be able to use the same tricks twice.”
She sent her husband the most endearing look.
“I’ve found my gift, Duncan.” Tara rested her hand over her growing child. “Grainna had better learn not to mess with Mother Nature!”
To prove her point Tara lifted her hands, the woods they traveled through parted, clearing a path for easier travel and gave them a clear view of the meadow beyond.
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Epilogue
Tara’s hands wrestled with each other, neither of them won. Their squeezing and twisting wouldn’t stop. If she had to wait much longer, her fingers would most certainly be raw.
Duncan, tried his best to calm her, but it was useless.
It was Christmas Eve and when everyone in the family was about to turn in for the evening, Amber and Lora heard and felt Myra’s presence.