“I am the Mirror of Knowledge. I wait for the one foretold to restore all that was lost.”

“That’s all it’s been saying since we found it,” Marissya said. “We’ve asked it every question we could think of, it won’t tell us who the one foretold is, what it will restore, or how to restore it.”

Ellysetta remembered her last dream of the mirror, the intricate weave of shei’dalin’s love and Azrahn that had spun from her hand. “I think I know.” She glanced at Rain. “I think I am the one foretold, and I think this is the key.” She showed the others the weave in Spirit. She no longer feared Azrahn—with her soul now joined to Rain’s, Darkness would never again threaten her—but she didn’t want to just impulsively start spinning.

He nodded. He knew every dream she’d ever had as intimately as she did. “Go ahead, shei’tani. Though perhaps, to be safe, the other fellanas should leave the room?”

“Are you joking?” Tealah sputtered. “This room has been hiding beneath the Hall of Scrolls for who knows how long. Whatever happens, I’m not going to miss it.”

Marissya didn’t want to leave, but as she carried the only other Tairen Soul in the Fading Lands beside Ellysetta and Rain, she chose caution over curiosity.

When she was gone, Rain and Ellysetta wove protective weaves around the stone chamber and then Ellysetta spun the weave from her dream. Azrahn and shei’dalin’s love poured from her fingertips, looping and twining in a perfect reproduction of the weave from her dream. The blue glow behind the mirror’s face began to swirl and brighten, and the mirror man’s eyes flashed with sudden green sparks that flew out of the glass.

Rain shoved Ellysetta and Tealah behind him. Magic flared to life in his hands, but the green sparks had already stopped and begun to swirl in a cone of light that became the figure of a Fey king standing tall and proud before them in the golden war armor of the Fey. He had gold-shot chestnut hair and eyes like burning flame. When he spoke, his voice shimmered with gold and silver sparkles, like tairen speech. “I am Tevan, called Fire Eyes, born of the Fey king Sevander and his queen Fellana the Bright, Lady of Light, she who was once tairen and makai of the Fey’Bahren pride.”

“Oh. My. Gods.” Tealah covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes huge as saucers. “He was real. The legend is true.”

“I offer greeting to the one who was foretold, the daughter of my line—the line of Fellana the Bright—who carries within her the magic of Fey and Elfkind, tairen and Mage. May the memories I once erased from the world to save it, now be yours to use for the good of all, in keeping with the will of the gods. May the Light always shine on your Path, daughter of Fellana, and may you be as bright a beacon for our people as she who gave me life.”

“Rain,” Ellysetta breathed, reaching for his hand.

“I know,” he murmured, equally as dazed.

The image of Tevan disappeared, and the face in the mirror began to speak. “I am the Mirror of Knowledge, created by command of the Fey King Tevan Fire Eyes, to hold all knowledge that was removed from the world so that it could one day be restored.”

Much later, as night descended over Dharsa, and the Mother and Daughter moons rose to add their brightness to that of the winter star called Erimea, Rain and Ellysetta gathered in the palace with Ellysetta’s parents, her quintet, and the members of the new Massan to share the incredible secrets revealed by the Mirror of Knowledge. Water master, Loris v’En Mahr, had accepted the role as the leader of the Massan. Eimar remained as its Air master, while Dax joined as the new Earth master. Bel and Tajik had agreed to stand as acting Spirit and Fire masters, until Rain decided which Fey Lord should replace Tenn and the deceased Spirit master, Nurian.

“The Time Before Memory was the time when Fey used Azrahn freely,” Ellysetta told them. “According to the Mirror of Knowledge, the Fey did not come with the prides to this world. Only the Elves did. When Lissallukai breathed her magic across the Bay of Flames, a tribe of mortals living by the bay were the first to swim in its waters and they were transformed by her great magic, just as the legend claimed. Only because they were the first, their gift was the greatest—that gift was the six branches of Fey magic, the power over the four elements and the two mystics. Those mortals became the Fey.”

Ellysetta hid a smile as several of her quintet shifted in discomfort. Though far from mortal now, the ancestral link didn’t sit well with them. These Fey had much to learn. Mortals might not be magical, but they had their own special gifts, and she intended to see the friendship between Fey and Celieria blossom once more.

“Of those six branches of magic, the greatest was the gift of Azrahn, the soul magic,” Rain added, “which has both a Light and a Dark side to it. The Light side, the Fey have spun without fear since the Time Before Memory—it is the power we know as shei’dalin’s love.”

Now it was Marissya’s turn to flinch in surprise.

“The Dark side,” Rain continued, “what we know as Azrahn, is very powerful in its own right, but also dangerous. It is a force of destruction and force, rather than healing and peace. Together in its wholeness, Azreisenan, the soul magic, is the true source of our power… of our immortality, of our fertility, of our magic. And in giving the Fey power over the Dark side of Azrahn, as well as the Light, the gods gave the Fey a gift they never gave the Elves—freedom. Freedom to choose our path. But that gift is also our test.”