McConn Residence June 30th 2032 (dark future)

Horatio and Ciaran quietly watched the exchange, worried about what would take place, but remaining silent nonetheless.
"If she gives it back..." Ciaran murmured to his uncle, eyes never strayed from Kiara's form. Horatio nodded.
"I know." he whispered.

Both jumped slightly when Rossa yelped and Kiara began to lean forward, her lips blue from cold and labouring to breath. Edwin appeared in the doorway behind them and gently pulled Rossa away from the site, picking her up. He knew what Kiara wanted from his own personal experiences with his own mother.

"She doesn't want to hurt you, Rossa." he murmured into his niece's ear. "You're helping her by not being there." His voice shook as did his hands as he took her into the room where Ean and Ewan sat half-heartily playing with Toy Story toys. A Buzzlighter figurine was dancing while Woody's broken string was being pulled. Ean let out a strangled sob when he saw Rossa and put his arms up at her, his eyes filled with tears.

"I want my mama!" he whimpered. Of course, Ean really wanted Kiara... who had been the closest thing he had ever had to a mother, but it came out wrong.

Meanwhile, Horatio and Ciaran gently carried Kiara back to her room.
"She said herself she's starving for magical energy." Ciaran sighed, wringing his hands. "We're both stronger than Rossa."
Horatio nodded, but said nothing. Reaching out he gently took Kiara's pale cold hand in his.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and carefully began to feed small portions of his magical reserve to her. At 189 years of age, Horatio knew many magical means of transferring energy without harming either participant.
"Nex desino..." He murmured, the life prolonging spell enveloping Kiara's still body.

Her grandfather, Cledwyn Rosier had developed the complex spell for use of his own purposes... but he was now dead, and Horatio found it strangely ironic that the spell was know being used to help save the granddaughter whose life Cledwyn had attempted to end so long ago.

Rossa hugged Edwin and nodded, "I know now..." she whispered as she hugged him slightly tighter feeling his hands shake. No doudt he was just as scared as she was.

She wipped her eyes when she heard Ean call for his Mama, she bit her lip... concidering her mother was most there mother now. She let go of Edwin and went to her younger uncle and put her arm around him.

"I know Ean... so do I" she said softly.

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(Kiara's mind)

Kiara was in dull and deary place... almost lifeless but for her self, and even then she was faded.

Then a warm blanket flooded toward, and Horatio's presents seemed to surrond her.

Her minds self smiled, Horatio was a powerful wizard and smart in the ways of magic.... She trusted him help.. and not harm himself for her.... if he did, she would reject the magic, just she had Rossa's..
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(real world)

"Horatio..." she mutter in her semi conceious state.

Her skin began to warm up to a more healthy temperature, and a slight bit of colour returned to her face.

Though she still looked tired due to her over worked state but she appeared signifigantly more healthy.

Ean sobbed against Rossa's shoulder, holding her tightly. Ewan sniffed but remained where he was. He was less sensitive than Ean, although he felt just as deeply. He simply refused to show it.

"But you have yours." Ewan pointed out, looking at the wall. At five, he already thought well beyond his years. Edwin smacked his brother's leg and Ewan immediately apologized. "Pardon..."

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Horatio continued to slowly give Kiara magical energy even after her skin began to warm.
"There, Ciaran. Hope at last." he murmured. Ciaran sighed.
"Can I not help?" he asked, glad to see her look even slightly better. It crushed him to see her so.
"No, just hope and pray, my lad."

Rossa sent a tearful glance at Ewan as she hugged Ean, "No.... It's okay... I shouldn't have said that anyway I guess... I just want Mum back to her healthy self again..." she said.

"I am sorry..." she whispered.. feeling rather guilty for saying something like that in presant company. She sighed and started to sing a song her grandmother sang to her when she was a baby.

"Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things you'll almost remember,
And a song someone sings
once upon a december

Someone holds you safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully,
across your memory..."

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Kiara opened her eyes and they were clear more clear then they had been all week.. She turned to her husband and father and smiled "Thank you Horatio" she said softly as she effectively stopped any magic from going into her. Her body still craved more but she could regenerate her magic her self now, that Horatio gave her a head start. She would have gotten better on her own eventually with rest.

"I can do it from here" she said quietly still sounding tired but she was no longer cold and her skin held a lot more color.

Her eyes shifted to Ciaran, still slightly hurt bye his reaction for how she handled Rossa and the magical transfer, yet she couldn't it against him... how could she?

"For real this time, I will be fine... I feel much better now" she said in assurence. She wasn't totally better but after a few day of rest she would be back to her... well as good as she could possibly be self again.