A/N: I am really, really sorry that I didn't update this story for so long. For three years now I've cut myself off from forgetting I ever wrote this story except for the odd review via email. It never really hit me that I had an unfinished story out there somewhere until the other day, when Koizak's email reminded me of the… responsibility, I guess, that I have to the people who read my story. I hate it when fanfic writers stop writing half way through a story. I'm sorry I became one of them.

So here I am, with two more parts, and hopefully a finished story very soon. If not, these parts should lead you to the conclusion anyway.

Once again, I am very very sorry. I was just scared to go on. Thank you so much all of you: elonahunter, KnightMaria, Liz, Morgaine of Ithil, bunnygirl1, darkcherry, mediator fan, sarah, musicgirl141, flonshoe, JesseLover20, nikki007, and Koizak, as well as the 53 reviewers of Confused beginnings. I'm so sorry I didn't finish this sooner, as it is very strange to write a story so long after starting it. I hope you're all not disappointed.

Without further ado, enjoy,

Louise

After sitting in the midday sun for several hours, the light inside the purple-curtained tent Madam Zara used for her predictions is suprisingly dark, and it took my eyes several seconds to become accustomed to the gloomy, dusty air inside. When they did, the sight is not altogether unsuprising. When I had first seen Madame Zara, her frizzy waist-length brown-grey hair bound up by a purple scarf, the many necklaces around her neck, amazingly large hoop earrings and icy blue eyes, the sight had stunned me. Now I'd grown so used to the strange that I didn't even blink. Nothing surprised me anymore.

At least, that's what I thought then.

"Come closer, Susannah" Madame Zara's soft, distinctly South American voice requested from the dark end of the room. "Take a seat." As I did as she said she became more distinct, still exactly the same, seated behind a large desk housing amongst other things a crystal ball and an ancient-looking book. The many rings on her fingers sparkled in the dim light.

"It has been a long time, child."

If anyone else called me a child I would slap them silly, but coming from Madame Zara it was almost sweet. I found myself nodding, intrigued by what she could reveal to me this time.

She fiddled with one of the largest rings on her finger, a mood stone shining blue. Her eyes, such a bright colour compared to the rest of her, looked up to me again.

"I have many more things to tell you. Things you might want to hear, now that you've become more… accustomed to the idea of being a mediator." Her long eyelashes fluttered. "Now that you have found The One and feel you know the doomed road your life will take, you have come to me, hoping for a solution to your problems. Are you sure you want to know?" She said in an urgent whisper. "It will not be easy. It has not been attempted for two thousand years. Even I am not sure of the risks involved."

Despite her words, I found myself leaning forward, wanting more.

"Yes Madame Zara, tell me the way."