I have to apologize to all of you for taking ovER A MONTH to finish this chapter! So I am SO SO SO SORRY EVERYONE! I've been so busy with the holidays and my aunt came home from all the way across the country for the first time in ten years too... PLUS I HAD MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK! UGH. But I shouldn't be making excuses. Anyway, now that it's finally out I hope you really like this chapter!

Review responses...

BuddingWriter101: Thank you! And yes that is what I meant by match. I'm going to try to add more Sophie-Adrien time in there so you guys can get to know him more. (Which I'm secretly SUPER excited for!) Also with Mr. Forkle's point of view, I tried to make his mind work more logically than emotionally. And like, spending less time describing things and more time getting lost in his observations or questions.

strawberryair: Yay! Glad to hear that! Hope you keep reading! :)

Guest: Thank you! I love to put myself in other peoples shoes- especially fictional characters. XD

Crystal: Glad to hear it! Or rather read it. And thank you very much!

Guest: Thanks. :)

Moonlark: I appreciate your eagerness to read more! :D

On with the story!

Still 15 years ago Forkle's POV

We reconstruct in Alluveture, one of the Black Swan's many hideouts. This one was by far the most graceful and beautiful.

Luckily no one is around to see me with a dark body stone across my shoulder.

I lumber the man up a set of stairs to the west tree house. I place the man gently on a boulder shaped bean bag chair. I quickly hail Physic on my imparter. I give her no information besides that she must hurry. I feel slightly revealed knowing she will be here shortly.

Once again, I press my fingers on his cold temples and enter the man's consciousness, transmitting to him. Even if I'm not positive transmitting is even working since he's an Ancient and has an impenetrable mind, I refuse to not exercise all my options until Physic arrives.

Trying to call him out of the darkness isn't quite seeming to work. I yank my mind free and search his pockets for anything that might help me figure out who he is or what to do. All I can find is a small, rough red stone with no significant markings and a clear pathfinder. No sort of ID, not even a registry pendant.

I sit on a shrubbery armchair next to the man, close my eyes and think. What should I do? And where is Physic?

I'm beginning to panic. What's taking Physic so long? What if Physic isn't able to come? What if something bad happened to her? What if the man wasn't done with the spell? What if he picked that location for a specific reason? Did he have other Ancients hiding to make sure the plan didn't backfire? But if he had backup, how come no one came to his rescue when he blacked out? Unless this was their plan all along. But how would they have known I would bring him somewhere else? I could've been selfish and just left the man in the forest.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. The next thing I knew, everything was dark and the back of my head throbbed. It felt like I was lost in the suffocating darkness for years, but when I woke up, Physic had laid me in one of the beds up stairs and was now leaning over me.

I had no idea why I had called for her, why my head hurt so much or why I had a terrible sinking feeling settling into my gut. Regardless, I leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited.

Present time. Original POV (From Sophie's mind)

Air. That's what she needed. She needed to breathe before her lungs burst.

She didn't know what to think, what to do, or what to feel.

The Black Swan let a strange man perform a spell on her. He could've been a part of the Neverseen. He could've messed up somehow. He could've been flat out lying. But the worst part was that they never even told her.

"Why?" Was all that Sophie could choke out. Everyone in the room was sitting still, frozen. Various expressions betraying various emotions on each person's face. She couldn't decide if she was furios or felt betrayed and hurt.

"Why, what, Sophie?" Tiergen asked before Mr. Forkle did.

"Why did you do it? Perform a spell on me." When no one answered she added, "You have no idea how hard it's been to be me. An anomaly, a freak, an experiment, a pawn in your awful game. Now I have to also live with knowing the only reason I'm successful is the product of a witch?" Her short outburst left her panting for a breath.

After what felt like hours, Mr. Forkle finally responded, "Sophie, no one thinks of you as any of those things. But it was a risk we had to take. If Project Moonlark didn't succeed, all our careful planning and progress would be lost. We would have to start over again. We couldn't afford that kind of waste."

"The same thing could've happened with the spell!" Sophie decided she felt betrayed, upset, curious and mad. Very, very mad. But the most dangerous feeling that consumed her knotted insides was guilt. Elves had a hard time dealing with guilt as well as violence. Sophie cleared her mind and took a deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked him, letting some of her pent up hurt and anger seep through her words.

"This memory was only recently recovered. The Ancient must've washed my memories when I blacked out. That's why I had no idea why I called for Physic or why my head hurt. The elf most likely woke up when I began to panic and he hit me over the head with something so he could wash my memories. " Mr. Forkle stared down, avoiding her eyes. "But I am sorry, Miss Foster."

She let that sink in for a second then asked, "Even if you had known, and the Ancient hadn't erased your memories, would you have told me?"

Mr. Forkle hesitated before he decided, "Most likely, no, I wouldn't have. But it's similar to Councillor Terik and his ability as a descrayer. He knows your potential but chooses not to tell you. If you are aware of the amount of potential you have, you may never live up to it. I would much rather have you determine yourself how much potential you will yield."

Sophie thought about this for a moment, thinking it made sense but still felt weird. Then something he'd said clicked into place.

"So if you just recently found this out, then how come you're telling me right now if you said you would keep it a secret if the Ancient hadn't erased your memories?" She wondered if there was a deeper reason to their emergency meeting he'd called other than the story of the legend and to announce that Adrien and Sophie were matches. There's that word again. Matches. She tried to imagine the two of them going on Elven dates and doing other couple-y things, but it was nearly impossible. Could the legend really be true? What, exactly, is it anyway?

"Well," Wraith began, "that's why we are all gathered today. To discuss these… difficult issues. Mr. Forkle, care to pick up where we left off?" He gestured to Mr. Forkle, who was still gazing at the table like it was the only thing in the room.

After a moment of hesitation, he looked around the table and began to explain. "The Tesoro's have recently received a note from this mystery elf, A.T.. When they came to me, as the letter had instructed, I read the note and it triggered that lost memory of mine. In the letter, he assured us that the spell he'd preformed all those years ago was indeed successful, since you have cured the gnomes and reset the timeline with the alicorns. I still have no idea how he knew about the existence of Silveney or the plague before it broke out. Either he is - or was, at least - a part of the Neverseen, or he is connected to the ogres. Or maybe he was a part of the Ancient council. But lately I haven't had time to research much since the Tesoros have requested this meeting." Mr. Forkle side eyed the uptight looking couple. "Anyhow, the letter also said that the moonlark had a perfect match- a soulmate. It took the Ancient elf almost 15 years to find him but, here he is, Adrien Tesoro." Mr. Forkle proudly introduced. Adrien stood up and gave a brief bow and a shy smile to her parents. But Grady and Edaline were too stunned to react. He awkwardly sat back down after a moment.

No one seemed to know what to say. Except Mrs. Tesoro.

"I'm concerned that the moonlark isn't quite a perfect fit for my son." She looked over at Sophie with a stale sort of expression with disapproval in her eyes. For some stupid reason Sophie felt ashamed and determined to prove her wrong. Mrs. Tesoro looked at the collective and added, "The Tesoro's have a very tight reputation to keep and I'm not convinced she will have what it takes."

"Give her a chance, Amira." Mr. Tesoro stepped in. "She may not look like much, but I'm sure she can handle more than what we might think." Mr. Tesoro looked at Sophie like he just did her a huge favor. And maybe he did because the striking woman didn't complain any further.

"I can assure you that Miss Foster is very capable of almost anything that you could think to throw at her." Mr. Forkle glanced at her before scowling at the Tesoro couple. "Now shall we continue with the main purpose of this meeting?" When no one protested he continued. "This ancient spoke of a legend in his letter. Two hearts that are connected from birth; soulmates. When the both of them are united in the presence of the one who has paired them, before the age of 20, something magical will happen. No one is quite sure what that magical thing is though, since a soul-pairing has never happened in all of our history, hence the legend."

"Can someone please translate that in the enlightened language because that made almost zero sense." Adrien complained, rubbing his forehead. Sophie was just as confused.

"Basically," Wraith began. "there is a legend that when a sorcerer- which are also presumed to be a myth- pairs two elves through a spell, something said to be amazing will happen, this is called a pairing. The ancient claims to be a sorcerer and has paired both of you from before birth. The only problem is; a pairing doesn't always work." Wraith solemnly looked down fiddling with his red cape.

"What do you mean it doesn't always work?" Sophie asked, fearful of the answer. She held her breath while Blur cleared his throat.

"If the pair is compatible they will marry and continue living a lovely life but…" His voice wavered and trailed off.

"And if not?" Adrien pressed.

"You will both die."

I kinda suck at cliffhangers but oh well. The next chapter is a more romantic one but I still like it. It will give you guys a better look at Adrien and his newfound friendship (or maybe it's more than that) with Sophie. It will also take me a while to write but I already have at least half of it down so that's a bonus. Keep reading and reviewing! :) Bye guys!