Just to clear a few things up, all the words the Cauldron says are in italics. Thoughts have apostrophes and are in italics, and talking out loud in any manner has quotation marks. If the speaking is out loud and has an italicized word inside of it, that is used for emphasis. I mostly use that to give a little bit more feeling to how that characters are speaking, so you can ignore that if you want. Feyre is acting a little bit OOC, so I'm sorry about that, I'll try to reign it in a bit, but I think I'll leave some of it in there: she is a changed person after all. Enjoy Chapter 2! Lots of Love ~Auna

Disclaimer: I own literally nothing in this entire thing (even the plotline idea isn't that original) and anything recognizable goes to Sarah Maas and the original author who thought up have characters redo their lives ;)

There was a loud ticking noise that seemed to circle the outside of the Cauldron, endlessly. I felt the world spinning as I sat in the dark, in that iron pit, cage really. Then there was a ringing clang and the Cauldron hit the ground. I climbed out and realized I was now in the clothes I had worn the first time round. I wasn't sure that was part of the agreement. Then I saw the smoke shaped tattoo making a band around my right hand ring finger. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth the speak, a hint of desperation and outrage coloring my voice.

"Hey-" I started.

"Do not mess this up, Feyre Archeron. Things last time didn't end how they were supposed to. You have been chosen by me to fix things up this time. You will be spoken to by me through your new bond, if necessary. Good luck."

And then the blasted thing disappeared with a puff of grey smoke. I'm surprised it didn't cackle. I sighed deeply, very pointedly ignoring how shaky my breath was, and most definitely not wiping a stiff, callused hand roughly over my face. This body was healed, and so I could be too.

I looked around and found I was just a few minutes ahead of schedule, sitting behind the same bush of brambles where I spotted that deer in my previous life. And the wolf. Fae. Andras. His name is Andras. Another deep breath to calm my thoughts, and then I settled into my hiding place, absentmindedly counting the snowflakes as I thought.

I had the Queens to deal with, unless I could somehow break into a steal their half of the book without triggering the wards, since I was technically human. But at the same time as that, I also retained my powers and was mentally fae, for all the change in my physicality. Since I wasn't sure what counted and didn't want to risk liquifying such an important piece of the puzzle, I decided against stealing the book from them, flicking one of the brambles with a finger and watching the snow fall down in a little cloud.

The King of Hybern would be a problem too: I'd have to work very diligently at making sure he didn't find out about me going back in time. Aside from that, I would have to start laying down the basis of layers upon layers of contingency plans in case anything fell through, not in the least making sure my sisters wouldn't be turned into fae. Or at the very least, not Elain. Nesta handled it rather well, in the end, and being Fae looked good on her. A decision for another time, I supposed, flicking another small branch with my finger, like ticking off the items in a list.

Amarantha was certainly going to be a pain, but I could handle going through most of what she put me through all over again. I hoped. In the mean time, I would prepare myself to meet her and not tear her throat out with magic on sight. I flicked a third small branch and rolled my eyes as the next item on my to do list popped into my head.

Rhysand and Tamlin. Tamlin, I think I could handle being friends with. Not anything more than that, but good friends. Honestly, I would probably be more comfortable having some sort of romantic relationship with Lucien than I would with Tamlin. Besides, even if the nature of the bargain between the two of them, the curse I was destined to break, had been because Tamlin had said he would sooner bed a mortal than her, the actual bargain just said that a human needed to declare their love for him. It didn't even specify what type of love. My thoughts drifted again with another small pile of snowflakes.

I needed to get rid of Ianthe as soon as possible, but she wouldn't be available for getting rid of until after Amarantha was gone, which meant 'soon as possible' wasn't as soon as I wanted it to be. I snorted to myself, shifting my back against the tree. To think, when I was out here the first time, I had been debating whether to make myself a new pair of boots or Elain a new cloak.

A bush rustled and I looked up from my musings. The deer was eating bark off the tree. It looked so skinny now that it made me shudder at what I might look like. Then, a pair of yellow eyes appeared behind it. I concocted a quick plan and drew my ash arrow. Then I delved quickly into Andras' mind.

'I hope she kills me, sad as I am to go. It may break Tamlin's curse. Go on, girl. Find me. Hate me. Kill me.' I blnked and shook my head, withdrawing from the recesses of Andras' mind before jumping out into the clearing. The feeling returned to my fingers now that I was no longer lost in my thoughts, and they burned, stiff as they were, with cold as I clung tightly to the ash arrow and my bow. Maybe whether or not one of those killed out was the determination made between fae and mortal. I shook my head slighlty again, reminding myself to get back on track.

The doe had scampered away while I was pondering. I took another step forwards. Andras lowered his head and raised his hackles at me. If I had been a little human girl, it would have terrified me. But I was a High Fae, a High Lady, and it took a lot more than a half hearted growl to send me away like the deer.

"Andras." I called out softly, weapon still clenched tightly in my frozen fingers, but pointed carefully at the ground by my boot. He froze in the way only an immortal fae could. "Listen to me very carefully." My voice was deceptively soft, I thought.

There was one thing I had wanted to gleam from his mind when I had peered into it: how strong his mental shields were. The answer? Not as good as mine, but the best you could get from someone who wasn't daemati. I was satisfied.

"Is there a way to make Tamlin think you are dead without you really being dead?" Now he was still as death. I walked up to him, my arrow slipping back into it's quiver. "If there isn't, I will gladly kill you with malice for faeries in my heart, there is no doubt about it." Yeah, for Ianthe, Amarantha and Hybern, there's a lot of malice in my heart. "I need you to trust me. Please Andras." He still didn't look convinced. I tried one last thing, leaning forward slightly, though I didn't have to fake the beseeching look adorning my face. "The Cauldron sent me. To fix things." He seemed to deliberate for a second, before dipping his massive head. Not quite a nod, but not a bow of difference, if only because he held me in no regard. He was willing to listen.

"Will you help me, Andras?" Another, albeit very hesitant, head nod. "How much do you trust me?" He bumped his nose into my chest without much force and then licked my neck before sitting down and licking one of his paws. I gathered a deep breath in my lungs along with all of my courage, and I spoke into his mind.

"Right then, Andras. I am Feyre." Andras twitched visibly before jumping up and tilting his head at me curiously. Not defensive of himself if only because his mission out here was to die. "All you have to do is think about how we could make Tamlin think you're dead; that I killed you and that I hate Fae." His green eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, but I left him to his thoughts.

"Alright. I'll help you, strange human girl." Andras' voice was deep and had a rumbling quality to it.

"Feyre." I corrected. A deep laugh rumbled through his head. It matched him, like his voice did, somehow.

"Sure, strange little human girl." I just sighed. Andras continued, a slightly more serious note to his voice now. Only with that did I notice he had been joking earler, teasing a little bit. "In order for Lord Tamlin to be convinced of my death without me really being dead, I would have to be turned back into my regular fae body. But since there's no way to do that, I guess you will just have to kill me." His voice was matter of fact as he sat back down and continued licking his paw, much in the way a cat would. I snorted and walked closer.

"You know you're a dog, not a cat, right?" Andras looked up at me when I was a foot in front of his massive head. I took off my cloak and held it in my left hand. I reached to touch his cheek with my right. Then I smirked, the same one that made Rhys wary so often, a little stronger now than the one I had given the Cauldron. I could do this. A deep, discreet breath through my nose. I raised an eyebrow to cover the action.

"Ready?" I didn't wait for him. I just reached in to my magic and selected the section over shifting, like touching a single string on a violin. Then, I pulled off the spell placed over him with a gentle but firm tug. And suddenly, a naked High Fae sat in the cold snow, completely bewildered. I tossed him the cloak.

"Cover up, Andras." He confusedly stood and used the cloak to cover himself. He had dark black hair in a solid color, unlike Rhys' that shone with blue tones in it, and dark brown skin. His eyes were a startlingly vibrant green color, more yellow than Tam's. I wondered where his parents were from, if he sounded like he was from Summer, looked like he was from Day and had the eyes and the loyalty to the Spring court. Andras had a wolf mask covering the top of his face; wolves were known for being loyal and representing guardianship. "This way." I turned and set off towards the old barn where I sometimes used to meet Isaac Hale. On the way, I explained to him some of the basics.

"I have done this once before. I made a deal with the Cauldron when my mate was killed, and came back in time. I have a plan to fix everything and keep as many people alive this time as possible. You are the first. I will need you to help me with a few things, and be alert at all times. I have some more secrets, but I can't tell you them without endangering the plan. But no one, unless I tell you to go meet them, can know you are alive. Until I tell you, you have to stay out of sight. Even if you don't want to help me, you must remain undetected. Will you help?" I didn't look at him as I trudged through the woods, annoyingly loud. Didn't let him see how I held my breath awaiting his answer.

"Yes, My Lady." Andras' voice was serious again. I pursed my lips and then responded.

"You needn't call me that. Just Feyre will do." I pushed a branch out of the way of my head and let it snap back behind me when I passed, uncaring for his own face. He was a fae, he could deal with it. Andras smirked as he stepped into my peripheral vision, glancing at me sidelong and amused. Not at my pettiness with the stick, but at my protests.

"It's either Milady or strange human girl." I huffed, stlifling the urge to cross my arms. It was a very hard urge to squash. We rounded the final corner and came to the clearing, if it could be called that, where the barn resided.

"Fine. Call me Milady if you must." I slipped him inside the back door and dug around for the extra pair of pants Isaac always left here. I handed them to Andras and went to leave. When I got to the door, I spoke quickly: it was dark and my family wouldn't actually worry about me, but Andras didn't need to know that.

"Stay here tonight. Tomorrow evening, Tamlin will come to my cottage thinking I've killed you. I need you to follow us into Prythian without being detected by anyone and wait in the Western Woods. The two days after I arrive, Lucien and I will go for a ride on your shift. The Bogge will be there, just a heads up. Don't be seen, but you can wait around and do what you like. When I have something for you, I'll find a tree to nail it to. We can't meet up because Tamlin and Lucien will scent you on me. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes." Good. I nodded and went to leave. He spoke before I could do so. "I am now indebted to you. You saved my life and are working to save my Lord's people." I sighed, closing my eyes against the flashes of memory.

"Alright, thanks. Goodnight." I left hurriedly before he could say another word.