A/N - Sorry for the little mess-up w/ the chapters. I'm still trying to figure out all of the chapter stuff out... please don't report me or anything! So anyway, enjoy! Also... I have a slight warning for this chapter; dark and some mature themes.


It was very late that night when Maxim Horvath casually walked down a broken path towards a large old building covered in dried-up vines and surrounded by dead, brownish-yellow grass.

"This place should be bulldozed to the ground." He thought as he watched the numerous insects scurry across the path in front of him. Then he looked towards the building, "So, this is where I will find the prodigy… The Prime Morganian." He muttered to himself.

For the past two years Horvath had successfully hidden himself from his enemies, while he plotted his revenge but he knew he couldn't do this alone. He needed another apprentice, but wanted to choose more wisely this time. Someone smarter and someone that knew how to really use their powers, unlike that Drake Stone. Only weeks after young David defeated Morgana, Horvath had a thought. "If there was a 'Prime Merlinian,' then there must be a counter-part; a Yin to David's Yang." That's when Horvath began his quest for the Prime Morganian."

He smirked and laughed in his throat. The thought of him finding the Prime Morganian in less time than it took Balthazar to find David, was priceless. "Oh, the sad irony for you, my old foe." He thought. But now his search was about to be over- his time for hiding was over.

The closer Horvath came to the building, the less he wanted to be there. After all it was an insane asylum he was walking towards. Even a sorcerer like him with all his experience and power, he strangely felt uneasy. He focused for a moment, then the jewel on top of his cane glowed its bright-blue, glow. As he approached the front steel double-doors, he stopped for a moment. Then he heard a short loud buzz sound, then of one click and he continued to walk into the building as the doors opened.

The smell of urine, blood, and bleach filled the air but the floors and walls were clean. Both were in some bright shade of white, in exception for the chess pattern of pale blue tiles on the floor.

He stopped again for a moment at a black directory with white letters and numbers, and scanned it. "Third floor - Woman's Ward." He read in his head, then continued walking. He passed a security window and saw that the guards and nurses that were in the small room, were asleep- his spell had worked. Then he past some of the patient's rooms and peeked in through the little windows, only some of them were asleep, though they didn't matter to him.

After an elevator ride up to the third floor he spotted another security window, only this time he went inside the little room, and picked up a list of names which he scanned. "Madison Hyde- Room A113." Horvath smirked. He had found her, at last. He put down the list back on the table and hurried out of the little room, and down the hall. He didn't like to be in small rooms like that for very long; remembering the Grimhold and the Urn; making him shutter a little, just thinking about it. Minutes past and finally made it to the room belonging to Madison Hyde. He entered.

Horvath held out his cane, allowing it to glow, giving him some light. Then he saw a figure of young woman lying on a small bed, on the left-side corner of the room, sleeping soundly. He stepped closer towards the woman. The first thing he noticed about the her, were the dark scars on her right arm. "Must've been self-inflicted." He thought, then notice that the scars spelled a word downwards. "MONSTER." He read. He raised a brow at this, then looked to the woman's face. Her forehead was lightly sweaty and her hair was messy, spread out on her pillow. Despite all this, she wasn't what she labeled herself as. She was the opposite- she was quite pretty. Then her eyes started moving under her eye-lids and then sleepily opened at the light that was shining near her face.

Madison Hyde immediately noticed a well dressed man with a glowing-blue cane in hand, standing near her bedside and shot up from her lying position. She breathed heavily as she stared, wide-eyed and startled.

Horvath lessened his brow a little as he still was confused about the girl, ignoring her frightened stare.

"Who are you?" The woman asked, breaking Horvath's train of thought and the silence.

Horvath blinked and replied, "Maxim Horvath. I'm an old acquaintance of a relative of yours."

"I don't have any family…" Madison spoke more firmly, but Horvath could hear a bit of sadness and guilt in her voice.

"But you still have her blood running through your veins, no matter how small of a trace it is." Horvath hinted, making it known to her that he knew who, and what, she was.

She glared at him, and swallowed. She closed her eyes for a moment, then sighed and opened her eyes again. "What do you want?" She asked, in an emitting tone.

Horvath held back a grin and replied, "I ask for your help and to be my apprentice." Horvath finally turned on the lights causing Madison to wince and shield her eyes for a moment.

Horvath noticed drawings in organized squares on the walls. The glow from his cane dimmed as he looked at them. Most of them looked like illustrations from the encantas. They had dates and stated the age- from orders for her to do so by the asylum. The ages ranged from eight, to twenty-one years-of-age, and stopped there.

"And why would I do those things for you?" Madison asked, starting to climb off the bed.

Horvath turned back to her, his cane glowing in his hand. Madison froze at the edge of her bed; her hands trembling as she lowered them as they closed into fists and finally settled on her lap. She tried to free her arms but stayed stuck to her lap like glue; trying to move her whole body was useless as it felt like it weighed a ton, and pushed down on her shoulders and back; so much it hurt. She looked towards Horvath again frightened, breathing heavily. She thought the worst, as she saw him smirking at her. And cursed at her for allowing him to see that fear in the form of a tear that trickled down her cheek.

"If I wanted to kill you; I would've done it before you woke-up, silly girl." His smirk became a soft smile and wiped the lone tear off her cheek with one of his gloved hands.

Madison felt the weight lift off her body and she was able to move her arms again, but only to hug onto her legs that she pressed against her chest.

"You have nothing to fear of me." He reassured.

"Oh? Then what was that?" She asked.

"Well, you can never be too cautious." He dusted off a spot next to her and sat down. "Especially when the Prime Morganian is in the room." Answered Horvath.

Madison looked away from the man and stared down at the floor; brows furrowed. "That's not who I am- not anymore." She spoke harshly; again with hints of guilt and sadness.

"You can't stop being what you are." Horvath said.

"Then what stopped you?" Madison asked, now looking at him. Horvath raised a brow and a corner of his mouth formed a smile.

"So, you do know of me, I-" Horvath started.

"Answer the question." She cut him off, sternly. Horvath's smile disappeared; now giving Madison a surprised but annoyed glare.

"I didn't stop, I just changed sides." He answered, finally.

"Why?" Madison questioned again.

Horvath's face relaxed a little and replied, "My best friend betrayed me."

He didn't know why he answered her last question. He noticed that the woman had relaxed her arms and legs; which now hung off the side of the bed. He looked at her scared arm again. "Tell me… Why do you have that carved into your arm?" He asked, changing the subject.

Madison hid the arm from his sight, ashamed. "Because that's what I am. A monster…" She replied.

"That's not telling me anything." Horvath retorted. Madison couldn't reply and just stared at him. "Because I don't even see a hint of a monster, you claim to be." He added, staring into her bright turquoise eyes.

"I never said it was on the outside." She said softly. Then she place a hand over her heart.

Horvath rose a brow at her. "A mystery, this girl..." He thought. Then he stood up from the bed. "Well, if you're not going to help me, then I guess there is no more point in me remaining here. Good-bye." He spoke nonchalantly as he held out his hand.

Madison stared suspiciously, shifting her gaze from the held-out hand, then to Horvath's calm and soft smiling, face; and back. But despite her suspicions she shook the hand. Surprisingly, nothing happened.

He let go, turned, and began walking to the door.

In those few moments, something spoke to Madison- something she'd thought she gotten rid of years ago. "Maddie, what are you doin'!" The voice snapped, almost sounding like a snarl from an animal. "You are not letting opportunity slip from me!" The voice spoke again, but louder, so much in fact, that it made Madison's ears hurt sharply for a moment. Madison shut her eyes and held her head.

"Stop it..." She whispered to the voice, harshly.

Horvath looked over his shoulder for a moment. He saw the young woman in pain but noticed her shadow was very dark, elongated, and hovering over Madison. But more disturbingly the shadow had eyes which glowed a ghostly bright white. His cane glowed as he raised it up to the shadow. Suddenly, it vanished. Horvath came to Madison's side and knelt. "I can help you..." He whispered.

Madison looked up at him in tears.

"But only if you help me..." He added.