A/N: Thank you all for the love on the last chapter.
To Guest: Thank you for R&Ring. I see your point, though there are four Faberry chapters; two Quinn, two Rachel, whereas no Puck or Victor.
To be honest, had I thought about it at length, BTS should've been done from multiple POV, as this one is.
It's still a Faberry story, with Faberry end game; that has not and will not change, I promise, but it's about more than that. I'm just using Quinn and Rachel for my little lesbian romance sub-plot :D Yeah, I don't really like Santana's character most of the time, they could do so much mroe with her, but sadly she suits my purposes; until they pop someone else in the Unholy Trinity that I can use, she'll have to do.

I have chopped and changed the order of chapters for this, partly due to Guest ^^, partly due to the huge (depending who you are.. It's fairly huge to Schians) bombshell dropped at the end of the last chapter. So without further ado: Quinn!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Glee.


I reeled at her words.

"It was a Bruzhyah."

Everything we knew about Hunters and the betrayal was a lie. There was enough friction over the incident to begin with. "You're sure?" I asked softly, holding Rachel's heavy gaze. She nodded forlornly.

"I'm sorry Quinn." I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why are you sorry sweetheart?" I grasped her hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. She glanced away, her chocolate orbs sweeping over the cold fire pit and long table before circling back to my face.

"I- This lie is huge. It's shouldn't have been me that told you." A weary sigh left my lips as I pulled into my arms.

"I'd rather hear it from no one else, love." She buried her nose into my neck, taking deep and even breaths.

"How did the lie come about?" She questioned in a mumble against my collar bone. I leant back slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead before shifting to sit next to her on the wooden bench, recalling the memory of my mother telling me the story. Ignored the sharp sting at the thought of my mother and pushed through.

"No dragon ever found the human, or the baby, though both sides scoured both worlds thoroughly. A meeting was held by the Bruzhyah to declare they had caught a Schian bedding and impregnating a human woman. The Schian were fair and demanded a trial; the man should answer his crimes, but Kellehan, the Bruzhyah Elder, admitted he had been killed. He described a viscous fighter that had given his life rather than admit his infidelity. There had been no conflict between the two races before that, so there was no reason to disbelieve that tale Kellehan spun. The Schian accepted the account, which was backed up by nearly a hundred Bruzhyah. When the Hunters eventually emerged and launched the attack on us, the lie was widely believed and again the Schian took the burden. "

"There was one handsome silver Bruzhyah against an army of hundreds. He refused to give up the name or location of the woman so a shocking violet Bruzhyah ordered the masses to attack. They killed him." Rachel's soothing voice eased my pounding heart, though I could barely concentrate on her words. Until…

"Violet?"

"Yes, he was stood a ways back, giving commands."

"Dwennon. He was Kellehan's right hand. My father has to know this. The annals have to be re-written. He must know of the Bruzhyah's betrayal."

"We came here for a reason Quinn. We need the witch's help," Rachel reasoned.

"And you have it." A soft voice floated from a side passage, seconds before the silver haired beauty emerged. "I was not purposefully stalling you on your quest. There were things you needed to find before I could let you leave." I stood quickly and crossed to her, ignoring Rachel's hurried admonishment. The mage didn't flinch at my approach but her emerald eyes grew a shade darker. Two steps from the woman I halted and bowed deeply.

"Thank you." Her orbs lightened as I righted myself and a stunning smile stretched her lips.

"You are most welcome, Quinn. Now, there is work we must do." She clapped her hands sharply and an unearthly purr filled the cave from all sides. I glanced at the sorceress, concerned, but her face was the epitome of serene. A few seconds later, a Bellowcat sauntered into the space, disregarding Rachel and I with a withering glance. It perched next to the mage gracefully.

"And you said I wasn't a people person," I quipped with a cocked eyebrow. The witch shot me an amused smirk before running her fingers lightly over the soft fur of the creature, plucking a small clump from the scruff of its neck. It growled lowly but allowed the action before snuffling a quick breath through its nose and padding from the room. The woman watched the feline leave then crossed to the table, pulling forward a stone bowl and depositing the hair in it.

"I need to you to go outside and find a leaf. It's deep crimson with shocks of jade through it. It'll grow on the south side of the mountain, near a flower of yellow." I turned to look at Rachel, unsure which of us she was talking to. "Both of you," she answered the silent question. I nodded and took the lead, winding through the short corridor to the sheer face that obscured the cave within using magic.

"South? Which side is south?" Rachel enquired gently, looking at the sky. I turned my eyes to the sun and gauged the time as mid-afternoon. I pointed to our right and began searching for a path that led down. I spotted a ledge about three metres below us that trailed around the rocks slightly, but no way to get to it.

"Be right back," I mumbled to Rachel and, before she could stop me, swung myself over the edge, hanging from the lip of the plateau a few seconds before dropping the remaining distance, landing in a slight crouch to soften the blow.

"You could've just said," Rachel's voice drifted down to me.

"It wouldn't have been nearly as dramatic," I shot back with a smirk.

"Does it lead anywhere?" I walked carefully to the far side and noticed a series of foot and hand moulds.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath. "Yes," I called up to the brunette. "Though, you might need to come down here." I made my way back to the point that I had dropped down and helped Rachel onto the ledge, catching her when she let go of the rock above. I crept back to the end and reached out for the closest hold, making sure my fingers were secure in the crack before I swung out and grasped at the next space. It was easy enough to traverse the rock face and I soon found another little outcropping. A few metres around the mountain I found a hidden cove, set right back from the edge. It was lush and green with bushes, and a dozen species of flower shot colour through the area. I set about searching for the red leaf, scouring the bright blossoms for yellow.

"Gotcha," I whispered as my fingers brushed the petals of a golden flower. Directly behind the buds were scarlet leaves with vibrant green veins running the length of them. I cautiously plucked a handful of the leaves at the base of the stalk and secured them in a side pocket on my trousers. I slipped back to the edge of the overhang and negotiated the awkward crag back to Rachel. She reached out, grabbing my arm firmly just as my foot slipped from the last hole. I landed hard on the ledge, cracking my shin against the hard rock. "Graceful, huh?" I joked, rubbing the welt beneath my combats.

"You are going to be the death of me, I swear!" she exclaimed dramatically. I grinned charmingly and run my fingers over her bicep.

"What a way to go, though," I retorted smugly. She scoffed lightly and turned to look up at the precipice. Moving behind her, I cupped my hands and made a cradle for her foot. She understood and rested her hand gently on my shoulders as she used my hands as leverage to reach up and grab the lip. Deftly, she pulled herself up then shuffled around to lean down and offer me her hand. When I was back on the plateau, I reached down to check I still had the leaves then followed the brunette back into the cave. I ignored the low growl from a Bellowcat; standing guard, and waved a gentle hand at it.

"You have it?" the witch asked as soon as we had rounded the corner. I dug out the 7 or so slips and handed them over.

"What else do you need?" She stayed silent; instead of answering, she pulled an ornate knife from a fold in her long shift. I noticed the garment was now a stunning ruby colour, flowing like wine as she moved. The dagger's blade was folded steel; ripples lacing the length of the gleaming metal. The hilt looked gold while the grip was wrapped in the softest looking leather I had ever seen. I tensed quickly at the implications of the weapon and narrowed my eyes in confusion at her. She glanced up slowly, a tender smile gracing her lips.

"A little more than a drop this time, but not now. For now, take it." I wrapped my fingers around the grip hesitantly; my hold firming as a soothing calm flowed over my skin. "It is a blade forged within the mountain, in the heart of the fire." She dropped the leaves I had collected into the bowl and added a drop of clear liquid. She picked up a short, thick twig and began stirring the two ingredients with the paste already formed. When it was mixed, she tipped the mixture into a glass vile; securing the top with a small cork.

"I'm not drinking that," I quipped with a grimace, recalling the cat hair in it.

"Not you are not," she replied, amused. "You must find the exact spot the first spell was cast. Recite this chant." She handed me a crisp piece of parchment with a half dozen lines of flowing script on it. "As you intone the last line, you must spill your blood into the vial and smash it on the ground." A sculpted eyebrow rose.

"How much blood?"

"Enough to fill the vial; not a lot." I nodded, daunted at the task. Rachel cleared her throat tentatively.

"How do we find where the first spell was cast? It could be anywhere." The sorceress gave a non-committed smile and a half shrug. An idea tugged at my consciousness but remained just out of reach. I concentrated on it, willing myself to catch it and unravel it. I could almost feel the light bulb over my head as I grasped it.

"The mirror! You can see any part of our history," I cried excitedly. My cheeks coloured slightly at my tone and I looked at the ground, embarrassed.

"Indeed, child. You must go soon, events are already in motion." She waved her hands and ushered us together, side by side. "Good luck." I smiled briefly and intertwined my fingers with Rachel's.

"Oh, I wanted to ask," Rachel piped up. "Do you know Brittany Pierce?" I snorted loudly as I made the connection in my head. The witch cocked her head, a confused smirk on her lips. "Never mind," Rachel muttered. With a shake of her head, the mage vanished the conversation. I looked at her expectantly as she raised her hands, flinching slightly when she brought them together in a deafening clap. For a split second I was disappointed, not sure what I was expecting but we remained staring the silver haired woman. Then with a muted pop, the cave distorted slightly. When my vision shifted into focus we stood outside the towering sandy walls we had left a week or so ago. I rushed forward, half dragging Rachel along behind me, and pounded on the locked wooden gate. I kept banging my fist against the hard barrier until a gruff voice sounded from the other side.

"No sales calls." The gates swung open and I scoffed at the Schian stood before me.

"I didn't know you had a sense of humour Arthuur." He rolled his eyes at me and stepped aside as we entered the lush space. "We need the mirror."

A voice rang out from the trees and I instantly recognised it as my father. "And we need to talk."