"I knew. That Song was certain long before you were born."

Anger simmered in his heart. "So you knew Sariel would die?"

"Your truemate could never have called your soul if you were still bound to Sariel."

"And you just stood by and let it all happen?"

"Stood by?” For the first time, anger sparked in the Elf king's eyes. "My people fought beside yours in every battle and died by the tens of thousands—many by your flame—which I and many of those who perished had Seen before it happened. Loved ones I had known for millennia surrendered their immortal lives to help the Fey hold the Shadow at bay, but some things, Rain Worldscorcher, we could not prevent. Some things had to unfold exactly as they did because the gods willed it so."

"The gods," Rain spat. "You mean that flaming Dance of yours."

"Of course I mean the Dance!" Hawksheart exclaimed. "The Dance is the will of the gods, and our ability to See it was the gift entrusted to the first Elf, Taliesin Silvereye, when the gods fashioned our peoples from the stars. You Fey are the champions of Light, the chosen swords of the gods in the fight against the Dark. We Elves are the beacons, born to guide and aid you."

"Guide us? If the Mage Wars were the outcome of your guidance, the Fey can scorching well do without it!"

"And yet, here you are, seeking my help and guidance."

Rain opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Damn the Elf. "Because I have no choice. Because my shei'tani needs answers only you can provide. And because I know we cannot win this war without your help—and you know it, too, yet still you refuse to provide it."

"There is much you do not understand."

"Because you refuse to tell me."

"Because I cannot reveal the future I have Seen without changing what will happen!" Hawksheart snapped. “Too much is at stake, Tairen Soul. More than you can imagine. You distrust me, and I understand that. But I assure you, the Elves are in the service of the Light and always have been. My people left the Fading Lands when the Fey raised the Mists, but the moment you returned to the world, I sent my ambassador to you so that I could offer guidance and counsel as I have to every other Defender of the Fey who has ruled the Fading Lands. Your response," he added pointedly, "was to send one I did not invite in your stead."

Rain scowled, "I needed to get Ellysetta behind the Mists. Keeping her safe from the Mages was my first priority, and that took precedence over any desire of yours, Elf." Violence simmered just beneath the surface of Rain's skin. Already he could feel the tairen raking at its bonds, claws unsheathed and sharp as knives, the hunter's growl rumbling deep within him.

Ellysetta put a hand over his. «He is not the enemy, shei'tan, and though he is definitely keeping something from us, he is sincere in his desire to help.» Aloud, to Hawksheart, she said, "Rain did what he thought best, Lord Galad, just as I'm sure you do. I will look into your mirror, but I want three things in return." Her voice throbbed with low, persuasive shei'dalin tones.

Whether influenced by her push or not, Hawksheart bowed his head in agreement. "Name your price, Ellysetta Erimea. If I can give you what you request without endangering the outcome of your Song, I will."

"First, I want your oath, sworn on all you hold dear, that you will do everything in your power to stop me from becoming the monster I saw in the Eye of Truth."

The Elf king nodded. "This I am already sworn to do. If you fall to the Mages, Ellysetta, Light falls with you, and the Dance of this world dies. What else?"

"I want to know how to complete my truemate bond with Rain."

Even before she finished speaking, Hawksheart was shaking his head. "Anio. That, I am afraid, I cannot tell you. That is a journey you and your mate must take together—without outside aid or interference."

"But—"

"I am sorry," he interrupted, his tone firm and uncompromising. "I cannot guide the journey your souls must take. Only the two of you can do that."

"Will you at least tell us if we will complete our bond?" she persisted.

The Elf king hesitated, clearly reluctant, but after several moments, he admitted, "There are several variations of your Song that contain that verse."

"Beylah vo, Lord Galad." She threaded her fingers through Rain's. "That gives me a measure of hope, at least." She took a deep breath. "Then I have one final request."

"Which is?"

"I want to know the truth about myself. I want to know how I know the things I do. Why can I wield Fey'cha like a master when I've never touched one before? Why can I heal souls in ways no other shei'dalin can? Where did I come from and what was done to me—and can it be undone? I want to know who my birth parents were and if they're still alive."

Hawksheart bowed his head for a moment, and his eyes closed as if he were suddenly weary. "What was done cannot be undone, my child. The past can only be used to shape the future."

"I understand that. But if I agree to look in your mirror, you must give me the truth about my past." She took a step closer. "You do know it, don't you? If I am the one you've been waiting for, surely you must have Seen it."

He inhaled deeply and exhaled a heavy sigh. "Bayas," he admitted. "I know your truth. If you are certain you wish to know it, too, then I will share it with you. You have Seen a part of it yourself already."