For my last task, I was given my old dress that had been torn, no weapons included. It was unwashed and reeked of wyrm mud. I recoiled. All those baths babied me. Despite it all, I stood tall. Tall since I felt better. I had let it all off my chest. I had the one who believed me.

The doors were flung open, and the silence felt heavy. A path had been cleared for me to Amarantha's Throne. I walked head high as I met her at her seat.

"Two trials down, Feyre. Do you have the answer to my riddle?"

I shook my head. "Feyre tried."

"Aw, will that's too bad, then I suppose you will have to go through with the final task." She talked like a baby, then spoke up. "Bring them in." I turned; three Fairies covered in sack masks were brought into the courtroom and shoved to their knees. A pillow with a dagger in front of each on the ground.

"You killed a fairy to start this, now you must kill three to end it. You should love this task. You humans hate us so, killing three more of us is simple human math."

"Your right." I smiled. Her face did not faultier, but her eye twitched. I turned my back on her, feeling uneasy about it all. I picked up the dagger, twirling it in my hand. All the dumb façade was dropped.

"Good dagger. Finely made. Sharp, easy enough for a human such as myself to use. I'm curious how long you'll believe I'm stupid. I'm not, actually. I think I should have been an actor because I was damn good at it."

"At any time Feyre. You fail to finish."

"I understand, or no one is freed." I pulled the first hood off. "You know, why kill your own kind. It is just a curious thought."

"Why do humans kill humans."

"Touche. Also, fair enough. I think it is out the greed and hunt for power. You yourself hunt for the same thing, stripping high lords of power and placing yourself at the center within this mountain." I flipped off the second hood, a female prayed to the mother. I turned again. "Don't it all just seem like a waste. You could make them work, make their talents worth the lives they have."

"Kill the first one or I kill you and all of this is over."

"Right the trial. Such threats, it's sad that this was the best you could do." I flicked off the last hood. "I thought so, I knew the one on the throne was not you." I pet him on the head. "I could tell you apart anywhere."

I picked up a second knife as I moved behind him, sliding on into a hole I ripped in my dress. Her fingers tapping on the arm of the chair. She was seething in anger.

'Cali, what are you doing?'

'Thank you for acknowledging me. Tell a good story.'

Perking up, I pointed a knife. "Oh, and my real name is Calamity. I want everyone to know and remember Calamity. Feyre died."

I grabbed the hair of the first fairy, touching his cheek with the knife for show. "You know, I can read and write a few languages, and it has come in handy. You agreed to my terms, and the magic was bound. You see I changed one pivotal word his and this. It's sad that I could not come up with an answer to the riddle."

I threw the knife at her feet.

"You little piece of human trash, how dare you do these trials like there is some kind of joke. How dare you lie."

I shrugged, "Fairies lie too. But I am a terrible liar, you're gullible. Two peas in a pod. Friends you said.

She raised up, lounging at me. "If you wish to die, so be it."

Her hands wrapped around my neck. "The answer is love." I chuckled as I choked. Power rippled through the whole room as I grabbed the knife, bringing it down I cut her hand off. She screamed. My neck snapped.

"Cali!" Rhysand shouted. Tamlin growled; his beast forms claws tapped the ground violently approaching as my body dropped.

"I win, where to now?" I thought, I did what I was supposed to. I can be free.

Utter chaos had broken out. High lords were powering up as those who truly followed her became severely outnumbered. The Attor moved through the crowd, trying to get me. Rhysand tackled him to the ground as Tamlin ripped Amarantha apart.

I felt cold, my mind was fading and then I was watching me from above. Such an odd sensation to do it this many times. I played that sweet melody in my mind as I watched the Attor escape with a few others, and it was time for me to go too.

Cali. I felt a tug, but I pulled back. It held stronger, keeping me only at arm's length away from my body. Tamlin coddled and rocked my body; all I could think of was; let me go. Let me be free, let me have peace.

I turned, looking up. The world of stars gazing back. I see it, more truth, but only a few pieces. It was brief, a war was happening, and it would be soon. I was tugged once more, looking. Rhysand dropped a spec of power.

He looked down, then up to me. Cali, come back. Come home.

Home, I like the sound. I felt it. The urge to just disappear was no longer there. I pulled on the teether that seemed to not wish to let me go. I slammed back, and I took a breath of air.

"Thank the cauldron." Tamlin hugged me tighter.

"Your so loud, everything is loud." I covered my ears.

"I love you; I love you; I love you. From then to now and until the end." He kissed me all over my face.

"Tam." I push. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why save me?"

Rhysand looked over his shoulder. "Because you freed us all, you deserve to live and be happy." Rhysand spoke and then sauntered off.

But I didn't. I made them wait; I dragged it out. Sure, I freed them, but I wished to die. I was ready to die. I think I was more upset at being alive, than dead.

Tamlin helped me stand; my body was like air. My steps felt weird, the noise overwhelming. It was a lot to take in. He eventually picked me up and carried me off to a room, a bedroom.

"Feyre." He set me on the bed.

"Tamlin." I crossed my arms as he looked at me with puppy eyes. "It's Calamity, you can call me Cali for short." I told him the gist of it all.

"But it's going to be hard. I might mess up."

"I will keep reminding you."

"Sleep, your body still needs to rest." He was tucking me in, and I felt like a princess. "I love you, Cali." He looked to the other side, then to me.

"You want to get in the bed too?"

He took that as the invite, sliding under the sheets and curling up next to me. "I won't ever let anything ever harm you again. I promise."

I lay there, thinking of those words. It was possessive, but protective. I like the idea of never being in harm's way. That spark filled my eyes, seeing things I knew I should not.

I was still fighting the image of myself as I looked down. I held on to the thought. Knowing the things I now needed to learn as a High Fae. I did the shield thing first. Trying to find my steal, my resolve.

Tamlin had rolled over, and I slipped from bed to the small desk, finding anything to write on. There was something else that was wrong, something to fix. maybe my time was not done yet. I took the feather pen and scratched down the things I could piece.

Then I felt a little tug on the bond. I finished, then followed it down the hallway and out to the world. The light was blinding, making my head pound and my heart race all at the same time. As my eyes adjusted, I seen him.

I looked out to the purple mountains in the distance hand son the railing. "Wake up to the horizon, to infinity. There is nothing to be done, so put your trust in me. Tell me what you believe, don't try to hide." I sang.

"How does it feel being High Fae little songbird."

I smiled. "Overwhelming." I did not dare look at him, we were much to cozy last night. If I looked at him, I might ask him to use that bargain now.

"You told me your story because you were going to sacrifice yourself."

I leaned over the railing to see the height. "I expected to die before I got here."

"No, you wanted to die. Don't lie Cali. I watched, anyone else might see it as temporary madness, but I know you a little better than them."

"Fine, I wanted to die. I never asked you or anyone else to save me either." I tried holding that shield, but it gave out.

He turned to me. "Don't you ever do that again." I only looked through my peripherals.

"You cannot tell me what to do."

"Two weeks of the month I can."

Such a prick, like a little cactus that's going to follow me around for life.

"Prick." He smirked.

"Already reading my thoughts? The bargain is to spend time with you, not do things for you. Violation is termination, Night court etiquette. I read that in a book."

"Did you now, so educated. You are so wicked and cunning. These are for you." He held out my knives and hairpins. "Took the liberty to retrieve theses for you."

I took them from his hands, our hands touching. "I still hate you, but not enough to let Pyrthian suffer. Here, don't say I never did anything for you." I held out a sliver of paper.

"Cali," He purred as he looked down. "You freed us, that was more than enough, if not for you, we would have been stuck for the rest of our lives. So, what is this?"

"I saw something. Just take it." I kept my eyes on that view, cause if I looked at him, I may forgive him. I remember some of the nice things he did behind closed doors. everything he did was an act. Thats what I wanted to believe.

"You do amaze me with the things you see." He opened it. Then he looked up. "The cauldron?" I nodded. "Why?" I shrugged. "Why not tell Tamlin?"

"Well, I can, but I passed this to you first. I trust you have the best interest in mind. Dreamers fight harder." I glanced with a wicked little smile; his eyes widened as he took a step back. I looked to the mountains and birds chirping. "Stay safe, be smart. Oh, I would like to see the library…" I looked. He was gone. "Rhys?" I couldn't feel him.

My lip trembled a little, he left. He took the information and left. I knew it, he didn't care. I took a deep breath; I had one more thing to do before I left. The thing i was going to ask him for help with, not so much help but be the support.

I did not go back to bed, instead, I fumbled my way down the mountain. Remembering the tunnels that led to the labyrinth. I pulled my hair pieces out and scaled down the walls.

I had something to find, a final request. As I dropped in, a chill ran though me. I walked along the walls, until I found behemoth. He was rotting away here, but I needed the fabric left behind.

I took the whole rope, hoping this egg was not huge. Scaling back up was a breeze my body so light and stronger than before. I walked along the walls finding the hole Behemoth spoke of. I slid down, and into the pit of disgusting mud.

I walked under the surface, to the deepest part, farthest away. I heard the beat of something faint, I followed the sound to a small mud pit. Scooping out the mud, I found the treasure.

It was round, mushy, and about the size of a partially deflated kick ball. The texture was smooth like a turtle shell. Its ebony surface moved in and out. Rolling a little in my hands.

Turning the fabric into a makeshift baby carrier, I nestled it in the folds in front of me. I carried it up and out of the pit of the labyrinth. I carried the little thing all the way to the room I was always bathed in.

I cleaned, took a dress, and using another to make a better, cleaner carrier. This little piece of Behemoth helps make me feel a little more at peace with being alive. Clean, smelling fresh as can be, I returned to Tamlin.

As I entered the room, He held me by the shoulders. "Where did you go, I was worried."

"Let go of me, I have something precious I'm carrying." The way he grabbed me sent fire through my veins. His hands pulled back as he looked at them. I looked to my sides, they burned like embers, but I felt no pain.

He stepped back, his eyes wide. Grasping the situation, the words. Lucian was staying in the back, eyes on me, then him, to me and the thing I carried.

"I have Behemoths last egg. Before he asked me to kill him, end his misery; he gave one final request. Take care of his last egg."

Tamlin smelled me, and I pushed his face away from my neck. "You're not."

"Not what?"

"Pregnant."

"No, I lost it shortly after the first trial, I'm fine. I have this now."

We left the mountain after that. No words spoken. He was taking me back to the spring court. I stared at my hand, at the eye. It was closed, not looking back at me. Did he shut it down?

"Don't worry about that, we will figure out how to get you out of that deal."

"I'm fine with it."

"You shouldn't be, he is from night court." Lucian stated.

"So? He saved my life; he listened when I had no one else. He might be night court, but he was there when it mattered. Just like you Lucian."

"He tricked you; you were sick with fever." Tamlin snarled.

"I would do it again if I had to." Tamlin growled at my words. Lucian eyed us both. "Drop it, Tam."

He did not speak to me the whole way home. Not though surveying the damage. Not though giving orders. I left his side to go to my room, grabbing my world book. It was still where I left it inside the mattress, but the past life one, that one I left in the nightstand, was gone.

I sank into the broken bed, holding this piece I still had as I stroked the obsidian egg. I flipped through the pages; I had put more in here than I remembered writing. I added the new knowledge before I shut it and wedged it in to the bookshelf.

Author notes: This concludes this portion; I am working on a part two currently that I will be added to this. Cauldron save you; mother hold you.