#vyxen

"And you want everything?" Morgan Le Fay sighs. "Ok. He comes from the future where the horrors have returned. He is sent back by your boss, three of the other ancients, and the only two surviving dragons. But he is not the Yvain that was sent back. In fact, that is not even his real name, but he doesn't remember his real name and I cannot find it in my ball or in the bones." She glances at a pile of chicken bones. "Are you sure you want to know more about him? You wouldn't rather know about your husband?"

Vyxen barely resists baring her teeth. "I'm not sure that title is applicable anymore."

She raises her hands. "Sorry. Shall I just stick with the man not in his own skin then?"

"Yes. If Joker sent him back he should know and maybe... we can fix it... when the horrors return. Send him back properly. Or... someone else entirely sounds like a better bet."

"He was... is... will be. He will be the best choice sadly. Horrors feed on magic so by the time that they are able to send someone back, they can't send someone as powerful as an ancient or even a semi accomplished runner. So, they chose someone who is close to a runner. I think he was an athlete of some sort. He has some magic in him too, so maybe he was an Olympian. But things did not go well. That's why he lost his memory and his form. Part of him was intercepted and taken from him. That's why he has these magical issues."

"Well how do we stop part of him from being intercepted?"

"There is no way. People have been sent forward in time to try to fix it, but things always are lost when they travel. Do you know the people who stand outside with signs that say the end is near? They are almost all from the past, sent forward to fix the ritual that sends him back. They just need to do it a year earlier and he would be fine."

"Ok then I'll make sure it happens a year earlier. I just need to know when the... world ends and I can make sure it happens sooner rather than later." She is starting to get really unsettled knowing that the thing they always work to prevent, happens.

"You don't make it." She shrugs. "You won't make it within five years of the point where they send him back."

It's like a wave crashes over her "w-what? What do you mean..." she asks quietly, going pale.

"When the horrors start to spread, you are one of the first to die. They emerge and start to infiltrate the world. You are lost in one of the fights to stop them gaining too much ground. In his future, you succeed but it's a losing battle. You die keeping them at bay for another month." She shrugs. "At least you aren't killed by the fruit of your own loins. My own child kills me."

"When... how long... I don't want the day I want... months? Years?" Her breathing is becoming more shallow. "Do I make a difference. Does me dying make a difference. Does it help."

"You have at least two years. And you make a big difference. You keep the world spinning normally for another few months before it begins to unravel." She sighs. "But... I should say this is all blurry to me. These are things that can change. If some things change, this can all be avoided. You can live. Yvain can do what he was meant to do. Flame Wing can survive her breakdown. Harlequin can learn to shut up and die."

"But as of right now, that's where the timeline is heading." She swallows hard

"It is. Though, the more that you and Ehran learn the more blurry this gets." She shrugs and goes to get her chicken bones. She picks them up, breathes into them, and drops them on the floor. "Yes... these things are changing slowly. Your future is in flux. Mine..." She does the same again and frowns. "Is not." But as she says this the nail file drops from the rafters and hits Morgan on the head. It falls on the bones and knocks two of them that were an X into a =. Morgan looks up at the dragonling who is trying to hide from her. "You stupid little..." Then she looks down and cocks her head. "Huh..." She picks up the file and puts it with her things. "Your potion is ready. One last question while I pour this."

"What about the others. I know I'm the first... but please tell me I'm the last. At least in the timeline where we succeed."