"Mother would now have you recover it, whatever the cost. We must study it and understand what is happening. The world has never known a time when both Phoenixes were not present in one form or the other.

Mother wants to intervene and see them both rise again as per the cycle. The Wilds need their guidance and control. Without it, the Wilds will explode. Maeve cannot stop it. It has happened once before.

The world barely survived the last Surge."

Grace's mind was having trouble following everything. Nothing made sense. The world had always known the male and female Phoenixes. She had handed the female egg to King Arbuckle, bound by her oath. She had hated doing so, but her mother had understood. Eric had tricked her and their party into the oath and oaths were not to be taken lightly. This had been the true reason Grace had hated Eric so much.

The oath had nearly broken her until her mother intervened and adjusted her oaths to the Night Fae. It had been a close thing.

Her mother reconciled it by stating while no race in the world could ever lay claim to the wild Phoenix eggs, she had been happier to see the egg with the humans, with all the threat it represented, than sitting in the Night Fae stronghold in their mountains. The destruction of Yanwey proved her mother right. But the egg needed to be returned to the Wilds.

So much death, thought Grace. How much rests on my shoulders?

“Mother would know all you know about the female egg. Can you tell me?"

Grace nodded. "There's not much to tell. Yes, my oath was fulfilled.

My party was hired by the King to find it and bring it to him, as you know. We searched, followed all our leads, but they led nowhere.

It now seems Eric was tipped off by his family. He discovered it alone, somewhere, but I suspect he found it in Yanwey, and fled back to Acron. There he was killed by someone. A... friend... found his body and recovered the egg and handed it to me.

“A friend? You said that strangely."

"A new friend. He's a spell caster. I sent him to the Adventurer Academy in Whitehaven." She paused for a moment. "With his circle of witches."

Morgaine gasped. "What? How could you allow that? Witches with a captured spell caster! That cannot be allowed to exist!"

"Relax. I'm not an idiot. They are different. Wildly different. If you were near them, you would sense it too. They are more Like Glenda. Good witches, but really, they're nothing more than hedge witches at this point. Two of them were in love with the spell caster prior to bonding with him. It's made it different. And I had a sense of them. One I cannot ignore."

Morgaine looked at first appalled and then interested. "One of your visions?"

Grace nodded.

“They are important?"

"Vitally so."

"Okay. I can live with that. I'll make sure mother understands."

“Thank you."

"You referred to this spell caster as a friend. I sense deep emotion from you about him."

Grace looked away. "He is not normal. He is the most powerful spell caster I have ever seen, and he's untrained. He's just a noob, really. Stumbling around without a clue." Grace looked at her sister.

“His cum is like my pussy, Morgaine. And he is human."