"Wylde!" Nathaniel called out as he walked through the door, "I'm back! You won't believe how busy the marketplace was. It took me forever to find all the items on the list."

Something was wrong… very wrong. Nathaniel could sense it. Normally Wylde would've arrived by now, or at the very least he would've let Nathaniel know where he was.

"Wylde?" Nathaniel called out, this time with obvious concern.

Relax, Nathaniel told himself, this is Jacquerin we're talking about here. He's taken on monsters twenty times his size. He's ok … He's ok… He's ok. Nathaniel kept repeating that in his head as he searched around the place for Jac, maybe if he could convince himself of that it'll become true.

He's ok, he's ok, he's ok, he's ok, Nathaniel kept repeating to himself, however he was no closer to believing it.

When Nathaniel found Jac, the basket he was carrying hit the ground with a dull thud, its contents rolled all over the floor. Nathaniel couldn't believe his eyes. Jac was most certainly not OK. his fur was ragged and matted where there was fur. He had several patches where the fur had fallen out and the scales that were showing were a dark brown almost black color. His paw pads were cracked and oozing pus or something like it. Jac was laying on his back so Nathaniel couldn't see his wings but they were in much of the same condition. Jac's mouth was wide open, his tongue was black, and his breath was coming out in gasps as if it hurt to breathe. He looked terrible. He looked like he was dying.

But that's impossible, Nathaniel told himself, Wylde's a Sovereign. He can't die!

Yet there he was in what seemed to be unimaginable pain. Nathaniel dropped to his knees next to put Wylde's head on his lap and began to gently caress his muzzle fur. They had been together for nearly a century and a half. Jac was the first person Nathaniel had become friends with since arriving in Fyor. They were best friends, more than that if nathaniel was being honest. He loved Wylde and he didn't know what to do.

"F-f-f-f-f-f," Wylde suddenly wheezed out.

"What?" Nathaniel asked as he leaned closer so he could hear him better.

"M-my phone, call Tricks," he said before he fell unconscious.

Nathaniel gently lowered his head back onto the floor. It hurt him to see his best friend in such dire straits, but there was nothing Nathaniel could do. However, maybe there was something that could be done. After all, Jac did give him something to so. Nathaniel went to the desk where Jac always kept his phone, searched through his contacts, and dialed Tricks's number.

He answered on the third ring.

"As much as I enjoy hearing from you brother, could you call back later? I have a lot of patients I need to deal with and not a lot of free time to talk.

Brother? Nathaniel thought to himself. Nathaniel shook his head, "Ummmm," he didn't really know what to say. Sorry your brother is dying and he told me to call you? Hi my name is Nathaniel I'm Jac's knight? Nathaniel just didn't know. He just wasn't prepared for this.

"You aren't Wylde," It wasn't a question merely an observation.

"No I'm not. I'm… My name is Nathaniel. I'm Wylde's . . . Well its complicated. He told me to call you."

"Well you can tell him I'm busy, I gotta go."

"Wait!" Nathaniel was panicking, "I think he's dying."

"What?" Nathaniel heard the unbelievable tone from Tricks, "That's Impossible. Wylde's a-"

"A Sovereign, I know, but the thing is I've never seen him like this."

"What does he look like?"

Nathaniel described how Wylde looked as accurately as he could. From the way his fur looked to his raspy breathing, Nathaniel didn't leave anything out. The voice on the other end was quiet for a while.

"I'll be there soon. Do Not Leave His Side." he said before hanging up.

Nathaniel wasn't sure how much time had past. Time doesn't always translate correctly when traveling between worlds. For him he could get here five minutes after he hung up but for Nathaniel it could end up being days. He kneeled down by Wylde and pulled his head into his lap. Nathaniel started to caress Wylde's head fur, he really didn't know what else to do but wait. This was Nathaniel's best friend, his only friend, and Nathaniel knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was dying.

Nathaniel has lost track of time, but a knock at the door pulled him out of his stupor. As he was pulling himself off the ground, the door opened and a rabbit fur walked in.

He was almost as tall as Nathaniel which isn't what you'd expect from a rabbit, his ears were flopped against the back of his head, he had white and grey fur with some black speckles mixed in, he had blue eyes, and he was dressed like a doctor scrubs and all.

Suddenly, the name Tricks makes a lot more sense, Nathaniel thought to himself.

Tricks was looking Nathaniel up and down and let out a 'hmph' before walking over to Wylde. The first thing he did after sitting next to Wylde was check his breathing. It was shallow. Then, he checked his pulse, I could tell he didn't like what he found. Next, opened his left eyelid and shone a light into his eye and then did the same with the other one. He has a thoughtful expression of his bunny face. Next, he slowly felt down Wylde's body leaving no stone unturned, as it were.

I stood there breathless as I watched him. After what felt like an eternity, he stood up and spoke for the first time since he got here.

"He's not dying," I let out a breath of relief, "But at the rate he's going it would be better if he was."

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering right away he instead asked a question, "How close are you to my brother?"

"He's my best friend," I answered instantly.

"What if I told you, that you were more than that to him?"

"What? What do you mean? We're just friends, We- we do have some benefits, but like we aren't together or anything," I spouted out embarrassed.

"I see, so you love him back."

My face felt hot after he said that, I was sure it looked entirely red too.

"You are the splitting image of an old comrade of ours, Jaison. You look just like him except for the eyes. He had blue eyes, you have green. When I first saw you, I thought he only kept you around because of that fact. But now I'm certain that's not it, you're his Shade."

Fyor is an infinite landscape full of countless worlds, planes, and realities of existence. It was made by the brother of the entity that is praised as the god of all creation by most of the humans out there. That god however does have his own dimension, but being siblings sometimes one person from each of those dimensions have a connection with each other. They are each other's shadows. Thus the term is Shade is used to describe that connection.

"How do you know that?"

"Jaison, Wylde, myself, and my twin brother, Vix, all trained together from the age thirteen onwards. I was a kinda medic of the group so I got to know all of them quite well. I memorized their flow of magic and how it felt. I know the innermost workings of Wylde's magic like the back of my paw. There's a sort of resonance he has with you, a resonance you have as well. A similar resonance he has with magic as a whole since he's a Sovereign."

"OK, i guess that makes sense," I said nodding.

"Do you the inner workings of his resonance with magic?"

"You mean like his glyphs?"

"That's only a part of it I'm afraid. All Sovereigns have a deeper connection to magic and the Light than other magic races but Wylde has a closer connection than all other Sovereigns, and that's because he's the direct descendant of the First Sovereign. The magic of the wellspring and all the magic flowing about on all the worlds shortly afterwards, will alter itself to resonate with Wylde's magic. It's why he can make glyphs so easily."

"Ok, so why did you say it would be better if he was dying?"

"Because he's not dying, he's Changing. When we were fourteen, Jaison found out his brother was trapped in hell, trapped by a demon. When we were fifteen, Jaison and Wylde went to save him. They failed in more ways than one," He looked down at Wylde with a sorrowful expression, " While they were down there Jaison fell into a blood pit that cause anyone who happened to fall in to experience immense madness and to become infected with massive amounts of demonic corruption." He looked at me and I knew what his next words would be, "Wylde immediately went after Jaison, and pulled him out."

I didn't know any of that. I knew about Jaison. Wylde mentioned him every so often.

"They came back, but the damage was done. Jaison was never the same. We all knew he had a demon in him, but that day a devil was born in him. A few months goes by and Wylde does the unthinkable. He's always been that way, he's always put everyone first. He's a literal prince of all creation and he puts everyone before him."

"What did he do?" I asked breathlessly.

"He took the corruption and madness out of Jaison and put it into himself. Effectively doubling what he already had in him. I don't know how he managed to keep it at bay, but it certainly didn't last."

"Can you help him?"

"I'll do what I can, but at most that will only delay his metamorphosis, and once that's over he'll change and when he does. . . "

"Magic will too," I finished.

He nodded.

What could I do? Wylde's only hope lay with his brother, as his friend I couldn't do anything. As a magician, there was nothing I could do. Magic is in danger of becoming corrupted, and I couldn't do anything. Unless. . .

'He took it out and put it in himself', that's what Tricks said, what if I could do the same? Isolate a small amount of the pure magic of the Wellspring of Magic and store it within me. That way it wouldn't be effective and if worse comes to worse I could use it to counter the corrupted magic. But how?

It was a bad idea, Nathaniel knew that but it was all he could do. If magic was in danger of becoming corrupted, Nathaniel would use his own body as a vessel for a small amount of the pure magic from the wellspring. His mind made up, Nathaniel looked to Tricks.

"Do what you can. When I get back we can discuss on finding a cure."

"That's quite optimistic of you, I'm not sure if there's anything we can do."

"Stop that," Nathaniel said sternly to him, "the moment you give up is the moment you lose."

Tricks smiled, "That sounds like something Wylde would say."

"That's something he said."

"Where are you going to go?"

Nathaniel looked Tricks into the eyes, "I'm gonna put something before me," He said simply as he left.

Tricks looked down at Wylde, "You always manage to find the strangest friends, dontcha Brother? Either way, he's definitely gonna cause some changes."

Guess I'll get started, Tricks thought to himself as he bent down and drew some of Wylde's brother.

I always forget how big it is, Nathaniel thought to himself as he gazed up at the enormous trunk of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Its branches were stretched out far and wide. Since it always had leaves on its branches it cast a perpetual shadow. Its shadow changes position with the season. Nathaniel's heart pounded in his chest. He knew this could be his last day. He knew what he was about to do and he knew just how dangerous it was.

You're afraid. A voice spoke up from the recesses of his mind.

Wouldn't you be if you were in my place, Nathaniel replied to the voice as his consciousness was pulled inward.

Nathaniel's inner world looks different each time he visited it. The only thing that was always the same was the huge gate in the distance locking in the golden beast that was gazing at Nathaniel with one of its golden eyes. This time the inner world looked like a once prosperous city that was abandoned. The golden beast was technically an eidolon, an ancient creature that possessed divine magic. They were the only species that have ever possessed it and the only way to use it would be to have one within you, like Nathaniel himself does, however the cage prevents Nathaniel being able to use it. It also prevents the eidolon from trying to take over his body and mind, which is the purpose of the gate.

"You know, I was beginning to think you had forgotten how to talk to me, given how you never do," Nathaniel snarkly remarked.

He got a glare in return. Nathaniel chuckled.

"If you're afraid then why do it?" he asked.

It's not like it wasn't a viable question. It was. Nathaniel knew it could kill him, but if he didn't do this then there would be nothing that can stop what would happen.

Nathaniel shrugged, "Someone has to, I need to make sure there is a sample of untainted magic in case the worse comes to pass. As a magician of the Light it's part of my job."

"But you could die."

"I know."

"Then how can you go through with it?"

"It's not a question of can or can't. Some things in life you just gotta do. Yes I'm afraid. I'm terrified. My best friend is changing into something else and its very likely that I'll be helpless to stop it. This is all I can do."

The eidolon huffed and laid down, "I may not like being stuck in this cage,"

"Then you shouldn't have tried to kill me and take my body from me," Nathaniel interrupted.

"But," He continued, "if you die, I return to where I was before. And I'd rather not go back, if I can avoid it."

Nathaniel nodded, "Noted."

His inner world faded out and Nathaniel once again found himself staring up at Yggdrasil. Nathaniel took a breath and kept walking. Nothing would happen if he did nothing.

I have to do this, he told himself.

Unfortunately, even though it looked close, Yggdrasil was still most of a days walk away at least.

This is Fyor. This is where magic was born. Long ago when Nathaniel first arrived in Fyor, he was told that this place was made by the sibling of the god he had believed in for most of his childhood as had most of the people from the realm Nathaniel came from. The celestial who sculpted this place had no name, but most fyorians referred to him as 'Yugo'.

He sculpted the suns, the moons, the sky, the stars, the ocean, and the earth. He filled the world with life. Humans were a creation of his brother, when this world began humans didn't exist. The first life to emerge were plants and animals. The oceans filled with marine life, the land filled with every kind of animal even some that only exist within Fyor. When he was satisfied with what he had made, He made a son, and that son became the first Sovereign.

The place of his birth became the Wellspring of Magic, and Yggdrasil grew around it. The first Sovereign created the Four clans, the Krivian, the Drakoni, the Omnitails, and the Quotl, each of which possessed strong magic unique to them. He had a 'royal' line within each of the clans, which were actually a bloodline that he made by having a child with one from each clan. Jacquerin is actually the first descendant of all of those bloodlines, the first heir to the First Sovereign.

Fyor was shaped with the Light, and thus all created with it possess small amounts of it. Sovereigns possess the most, however the location with the most Light within it is actually the Wellspring. Yggdrasil drinks from the wellspring and changes the Light into usable magic for those that use it and then sends it out into Fyor and then a flow of magic commonly called the RIver takes that magic and sends it to other worlds.

If Jacquerin turns, then every world is at risk. Everything the Light touches is at risk. That's why Nathaniel decided a portion of the light had to be isolated and contained as a last resort. Just in case Wylde couldn't be saved. Unfortunately, he also knew that he could die if he tried to implant more of the Light within himself, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

By the time Nathaniel reached the roots of Yggdrasil, the three suns were just dipping into the horizon. He walked in between the roots. Yggdrasil was considered a divine object, so most fyorians tend to stay away unless a festival is going on. Even if a festival is going on, the guards won't just anyone inside. Luckily, Nathaniel wasn't just anyone. He was the last Magician of the Light. There really wasn't anywhere he wasn't allowed to go.

"Lord Magician," The guards greeted as they bowed their heads as he passed.

"Hello, Nathaniel said back as he continued onward. As much as he wanted to talk to them, he needed to do what he was about to and if he gave himself a moment to hesitate there's no telling how much he'll change his mind.

Soon he reached the center chamber. It was a fairly empty chamber. There wasn't much room to walk freely, as most of it was a pit. Within the pit was a pool of luscious, radiant, blue liquid, the Wellspring. There were four bridges over the pit, each merging into each other at the center. At that center platform sat a goblet. The goblet possessed the same liquid as the liquid bellow. In fact, the goblet was overflowing and the liquid was running out in four separate streams, running off the platform and into the wellspring. The bridges were at North, South, East, and West positions from the platform and the streams were at NorthEast, NorthWest, SouthWest, and SouthEast positions.

Nathaniel walked up to goblet, hands shaking, knowing what was about to happen.

"Hello Nathaniel," a young femine voice spoke up from behind him. It didn't surprise him, simply because he was expecting her to come.

"Hello Yggdrasil, How are you feeling this evening?" Nathaniel asked as he turned around.

A young girl stood before him. She had dark forest green eyes, light neon green hair, the dress was a combination of various shades of green and brown, she had branchlike tattoos across her arms and legs, and she had all kinds of leaves seemingly attached to her clothing.

"I'm feeling well, thank you. May I ask what you are doing here? And so close to the Chalice no less. Were you perhaps interested in taking a drink from it? You know that's not allowed. Not even for you."

"I have to. Wylde's sick and it could spread to here. I need to isolate a portion of it while its still pure."

"It could kill you. Not even you could come out of that unscathed."

"I know."

"Are you prepared for the worst? You could die, Nathaniel, and then the Light wouldn't have a magician anymore."

"I am."

She walked up to Nathaniel and laid her hand on his cheek, "then you have my blessing. Just be alive at the end of it."

Nathaniel nodded and Yggdrasil disappeared into a swirl of leaves. Nathaniel turned back toward the chalice, place his hands on it. He slid his hands up its surface and some of the liquid followed. He cupped his hands around the pool of it that hung in the air. It was cold to the touch. Nathaniel swallowed nervously, took a breath, brought his hands up to his mouth, and drank the liquid.

It burned on the way down his throat. So much so that Nathaniel grabbed his throat with both hands. It was like he swallowed lava. And it was spreading. From his throat, to his stomach, to his lungs, to his bloodstream, to his heart. He couldn't breathe. He was numb and he was blacking out. The last thing he felt as he lost consciousness was that burning sensation, Like there was a star within him burning away everything.

It would be another two weeks before Nathaniel returned to Wylde's home. As soon as Nathaniel walked through the door he was then trampled by that said dragfolfl.

"Yayyyyyy! You're back! You were gone soooo long I was getting worried," Wylde exclaimed with his ears down and worry obviously showing in his eyes.
Nathaniel couldn't believe his eyes. Wylde looked to in perfect health, he was even acting like his old self.

"Wylde! You… You're ok!" Nathaniel felt tears well up in his eyes as he took Wylde in his arms.

"It's a permanent solution or even a good one," Tricks spoke up from Wylde, " but I did what I could to patch him up.

Tricks walked up to me and looked me up and down with a frown on his face.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you became a Sovereign in your absence, but I doubt that is what happened. So why don't you tell us what you went out to do?"

His eyes drifted to the floor, he should've known they'd notice, " I drank from the Wellspring." Nathaniel mumbled

"I'm sorry what?"

"I said that I drank from the Wellspring!"

Instantly the mood in the room changed. Wylde backed away from Nathaniel, but only slightly. Only enough to look Nathaniel over with his amethyst eyes. His slitted pupils taking all of Nathaniel's appearance in. He walked in a circle around Nathaniel, twice.

"That would explain why you're glowing," Wylde said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean I'm Glowing?!"

"Well," Wylde began while rubbing the back of his neck, "you're kinda leaking Light. I had assumed it was cause you and him were getting along."

"Honestly," Tricks began, "I'm surprised you're still alive, but then Wylde wouldn't have chosen someone weak as his -"

Wylde then proceeded to clear his throat, loudly, interrupting Tricks.

Tricks gave him a look.

Wylde gave him a glare and a shake of his head.

Tricks returned the glare and rolled his eyes afterwards.

In the span of a few seconds, Wylde and Tricks had an extensive conversation without speaking a word, and Nathaniel was left confused.

"What do you mean, You're surprised I'm alive?"

Wylde answered, " Nats, there's a reason it's forbidden. I know that you know that the Wellspring is Light and that it becomes mana by flowing through Yggdrasil, however the Wellspring isn't just any Light, its the Light. One of the few remnants of creation. By drinking from it, You'd be drinking the Essence of Creation itself and there aren't many people that can survive that."
"Fact is, you probably won't be able to use magic again until your body processes all that influx of power," Tricks explained.

"So, like what happened when I became a magician?"

"Yes and no. Your body is in a kind of shock due to the massive influx of power. To protect itself it's shut off all internal magic flow. If it hadn't or if in the future you decide to use magic before you're recovered, there's no telling the amount of damage you'll sustain." Wylde explained.

"So no magic, got it. Now, Tricks, what did you mean it was only a temporary fix for Wylde?"

"You were gone for three weeks. I tried various things while you were gone, but it was only a few days ago that I made any manner of success. It could last anywhere from a month to a decade, but he isn't cured only treated."

"Is there anything that can cure him?"

Tricks and Wylde shared a look.

"We actually talked about that. There's nothing I know of that can cure him but there might be a place where certain circumstances could lead to a discovery of a cure."

"Where?"

This time it was Wylde that answered. But before he said a word, he handed Nathaniel a folded picture. Nathaniel looked it over. It was worn. The paper was soft like cloth and the fold was was obvious it was an old photo. Nathaniel opened it up. The picture was of three canines standing in front of what looked like an amusement park. The canine to the farthest left was obviously a fox, he was leaner than a wolf, his muzzle was narrower, he had red russet fur except on the ends of his arms, legs and tails where the color faded into dark brown, and he had green eyes (although not as vibrant of a green as Nathaniel's own). The one to the farthest right was the smallest, he was also a fox, a fennec fox from the looks of it, he had sandy brown fur and his ears looked to be half his size alone. The one in the middle caught Nathaniel's eyes the most, he was only slightly taller that the fennec fox, he did look like he had fox in him, however, he also looked like he also had wolf in him, his fur was a darker red than the fox to the right of him, but his eyes… His eyes were purple, amethyst even.

Nathaniel looked up to Wylde, "Is that you?"

He nodded, "I know, I look quite different without my horns don't I?" He asked rhetorically as he rubbed his horns.

He took a breath before adopting a solemn expression, "I've never told you about my childhood. I'm five hundred years old, there's so many more, better, more cheerful stories of mine than my childhood.

"My dad, well the man I thought was my father not gonna go into that, died when I was six. No one really knew until a year later, I took care of myself just fine. Once they found out, I was sent to an orphanage, because didn't really have any family that I knew of. I ran away from that orphanage and was put into a different one. That happened a few times. Until I was put into one that really should have been classified as a prison with the security it had.

"I stayed at that one for a bit longer, not because I didn't want to leave, but because I made a friend there. Arguable my first friend, but he didn't last long. The caretaker there had, shall we say, unique appetites."

Nathaniel's grew wide at that. Wylde continued.

"One night, he took my friend away. My friend wasn't the first to be taken and with my sharp hearing I knew what happened to each of them. I went after my friend, but by the time I got there, he was already dead. I went into a rage and that was the first time my feral side awoke. The caretaker was a pig, I was a wolf. The caretaker died that night, they never found his body. I ran away after that.

"It would be a month before anyone found me. The one that did was that fox. I spent three years with him before….. I was called away. He was like a father to me. He helped me in ways no one else did."

"Why am I telling you this? Good question. Because when I was about fifty or sixty years old, my father and I went back there. My father to see a friend of his he trained and myself to see that fox. When we got there, however, It was amidst being infested by demons. If there was ever a place where you could find a cure for a demonic illness, that would be the place."

Nathaniel was speechless. He didn't know what to say. It was a lot of information in a short amount of time.

"I assume there's a reason for this picture?" Nathaniel asked.

"He," Wylde started, "Wanted a place for me to be free. A place where I and anyone else could be free from the collars we had to wear, although they never worked on me."

"Ok, let's say this is the best place where a cure can be found, how do I get there? We just talked about how I can't use magic."

Tricks spoke up, " We'll make a bridge for you. It won't be easy. Making a bridge through Space and TIme? That'll take a bit. So you can relax until we get it going."

So Nathaniel left the room and headed for his own.

"How Curious," a voice broke the silence as Nathaniel walked, a voice Nathaniel was quite familiar with.

"What is?"

"You didn't tell them everything."

" Of course I did."

"No, you didn't. You didn't say anything about what happened after you drank from the Wellspring, about who you met."

"I can only remember bits and pieces of that in the first place, Magus" Nathaniel hissed out the golden canine's name.

In response to this, he growled, "I was requested to give you my name. Even so, we far from close enough to be on a first-name basis."

"I didn't want anyone to know."

"What?"

"You asked why I didn't tell them, I didn't want to tell them."

"Why?"

"Of what I can remember, I know I met Yugo, I know he told you that we need to work together, or rather one day I'll need your help, I know he gave me two things, one of which was a Gift, and I remember you telling me your name. As the Lead Sovereign, I'm sure Wylde has talked to him before, but even so… I just didn't want to talk about because I really don't understand what happened or why it happened."

"Hmm," Magus went before going silent once again.

"So why didn't you tell him?" Tricks asked Wylde once they were out of earshot of Nathaniel.

"Tell him what?" Jac asked feigning innocence.

"You know what. What it means to be mated to a Sovereign."

"Who says we're mated?"

Tricks just glared at him in nonbelief.

"Please do give me some credit. I am a Quotl after all.I can tell how your magics react to each other."

"That's not because we're mated, its because Nathaniel is my shade."

"I already knew that."

"I mean we are mated, that's just not the point."

Tricks was fretful with Wylde's avoidance of the question.

"So he's from the other side, so what? No excuse for not telling him the truth."

"Its just . . . I don't want him to stress about that. He just lost someone a while ago."

"He doesn't seem like someone who's grieving."

"That's because he can't remember who he lost, but his heart remembers. There's not a day that goes by that I don't feel that ache deep within his heart."

"Even so, I think its irresponsible for you not to tell him."

"To Tell Him WHAT EXACTLY!?" Wylde's voice rose as he spoke. He slammed his fist against the wall once as his voice reached the loudest.

He took a breath, and continued, "I'm already dying, what's the point in telling him. Telling him its ok because as my 'mate' he's the next heir to my throne, to my magic, to everything that's mine, what's the point to all of it, if he can't have me with it."

"Telling him now wouldn't do anything except hurt him more."

"You love him."

Wylde laughed, "If I didn't do you really think I'd mark him? In case I need to remind you, I didn't even mark Jaison."

"Speaking of which, why didn't you tell him about Jaison?

"I've spoken about him."

"Not in depth, I can tell. You haven't told Nathaniel everything that you should've. Why?"

"You remember when I told you about how I remember things that never happened?" Wylde changed the subject.

"Yes, why?"

"I could always tell which things happened, but I could always remember the possibilities of what could have been. It's a Sovereign thing. I can't tell you how many times I could've met Nathaniel. So many times that he remained a constant, hell it may even get to the point where he'll go back in time to every time I needed to make an important decision to help me make it. That's how many times I could remember meeting him."

"And? What does this have to do with what I asked?"

"That's what I'm getting to. I can remember all the times I could meet him, even when my father when I went to Zootopia. Because of this ability I could easily act like something never happened or rather a different set of things happened. You asked me why I didn't tell him? Its because he can't know before he goes. There's only one set of circumstances that lead to the best case scenario."

"And what is the best case scenario?"

"You remember what I said when I got back?"

"If I recall correctly, you said 'Zootopia was destined to fall.'"

"Its true, for the most part. Nearly every scenario leads to the fall of that particular Zootopia. That's the thing though, ever since I met Nathaniel, I couldn't remember which scenario actually happened. My guess is because it hasn't happened yet. Once I met him, he was destined to go back there to try to find a cure."

"So?"

"So, if he knew what Jaison was, what he became, if he knew Jaison was Rufus' brother how would that affect his choices?"

"You don't know that! You can't know that!"

"You're right, but he will."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say, he's a key to change and leave it at that."

They stood in silence for a while after that. Tricks wondered all about the implications of what Wylde said. He didn't outright say it but he implied that Nathaniel could save Zootopia, like he was the missing piece. Tricks really didn't understand what Nathaniel could do that would cause such a dramatic change.

"How are we gonna get him there?" Tricks spoke up, " we can't just use the doors. We're talking about something that happened millenia ago. Something before your time, in a time where your dad still was active. You could travel there easy enough but making a way for him will be difficult and it's not like he can use magic in the state he's in."

"I've been thinking about that," he held out his paw, paw pad facing up, and a violet glyph, just as big as his hand, appeared and just as quickly disappeared. However his paw wasn't empty, in his paws now was a scroll. "What about this?" He asked handing Tricks the scroll.

Tricks opened the scroll. He looked it over. It was decent. It certainly could do the job. Basically it was supposed to use Present Wylde and Past Wylde as tethers connecting the two time frames. It would also cloak Nathaniel from the world pretty well.

"How long would it take to get active?"

"A couple hours, provided everything goes smoothly."

"Need any help?"

Wylde grinned, "I'm dying. I need all the help I can get."