AN: I have to admit that when I checked my email and saw that people were still reading this story, I was surprised and had inspiration to finish it. I became the type of author that I hate. So, because people are still reading this, I'm going to finish it for you, as well as myself. I'm so sorry that I left it how it was. Now is the time to finish what I started.

All through the dinner, Adsila could still feel Dyson glaring at her. It almost made her want to roll her eyes and ask him what his problem was. Sure, she wasn't exactly honest when they met, but who was he to her? A stranger. Someone who didn't want to be here in the first place. What did she owe him? Not a single thing. The conversation through dinner was simply small talk, nothing special and nothing about what she was. Sila knew that each of them, including Dyson, had questions of their own to ask, but was polite enough to stay away from the subject while they dined.

Once dinner was over, and everyone began to either retreat to their homes, or stay and mingle around the many bonfires, her parents kissed the top of her head and headed towards home. Sila was no different, and offered both The Ash and the Morrigan to join her around the fire. She knew that eventually the time would come for them to talk, and figured now was the time to go ahead and get everything out of the way, at least until her birthday. Placing herself in wooden chair, she crossed her legs and once more glanced at Dyson, who appeared to still be upset.

She smiled softly at the guests.

"I'm sure that since we have now officially met, you want to talk to me."

Sila did her best to hide the nervousness she was feeling at that moment, and pushed it deep inside.

The Ash gave a soft nod and The Morrigan pulled out her black cigarette holder, snapping her fingers at one of the men behind her. He placed a cigarette in her gloved hand and she went about smoking it through the holder.

"Of course we do," She paused, exhaling the smoke into the cool night air. "we've never come across something like you before."

Taking a deep breath in, The Ash gave a confirming nod.

"It makes us all nervous, and though you don't seem like a bad person, child, from what we've actually been told, you'll become very powerful."

His tone was soft, almost caring about Sila and it made her give a sad smile. The bangles clanked against each other on her wrist as she ran a hand through her hair, nervously playing with the feather. She could completely understand their concerns and worries. Hell, she had her own.

"I can get on board with your worries. I have my own questions about everything. However, I can only tell you so much and from there, it's something that we all, including myself, will experience for the first time."

As she finished her sentence, she glanced at Dyson, who was sitting close behind The Ash. The orange glow from the fires hit the side of his face, and cast a shadow against one half of it. Even without the other side cast in darkness, she knew that he was curious, and yet the deceit was still on his mind.

The Morrigan sat back in her seat and crossed her legs, giving Sila a quick look over.

"So how about letting us know something? While I do love surprises, I think this isn't a surprise kinda situation."

Licking her lips absently, Sila smoothed out her dress.

"At the moment, there's only a few things I'm capable of. I can heal myself, to an extent, I can manipulate fire. Because my soul is constructed of fire, or so they say, my body temperature is higher, I don't get sick."

She paused, chuckling softly. "Fire doesn't burn me, obviously."

"And what of after? Do you know what happens after?" The Ash asked Adsila.

Her attention turned the other man, twisting her lips to the side in thought.

"After my full abilities are given to me?" She questioned, head canting to the side.

Giving a confirming nod of his head, The Ash laced his fingers together and sat them on his legs.

"Yes, after everything is said and done with."

Sila paused, biting the inside of her cheek for a moment before giving a shake of her head.

"Sadly, no. Since the legends only speak of the Mark Bearer, and not of the actions after the ritual, I can't exactly tell you. I'm sorry."

Both The Ash and The Morrigan glanced at each other, obviously not content with the answer that she gave.

"And how long exactly does the ritual take?" The woman dressed in all black wondered, snubbing out the cigarette.

"I..."

Adsila trailed off, trying to search her brain for the answer that she sought. She knew that they weren't going to be happy with it.

"Can't tell you that either, I'm afraid. It could take anywhere form a few minutes, to a few days. We're going off of old texts. Much like yours or even a human's stories, not everything is written down. There's a chance it could vary."

The Morrigan pursed her lips, obviously unhappy with what she was just told.

"Then how do you get your abilities? Can you at least tell me that?"

There was an annoyance underlining her tone, and Adsila was doing her best to be patient with them all.

The sad smile once more returned to her face and she looked between the two.

"I die."

Dyson was livid. The woman who he thought was just a normal human girl turned out to be the exact one that they were there for. He was not only mad that she lied to him, but because she allowed for the man to vent his frustrations upon being there... for her. All through dinner he glanced at her, shooting daggers her way. This was not okay with him. Guest or not, she should have been up front and honest with him when he questioned her. Now it made him more curious as to what the woman was hiding, or even her people. On one hand he could understand the need for the veil. Being tossed into another world wasn't ever easy. Her whole world was about to be flipped upside down and then some.

It was his job to stay and observe, to chase if needed, but at the mention of her dying, his head whipped up from his phone he was checking the time on. It seemed The Ash had the same confusion that he was harboring.

"What do you mean 'die'?" He questioned, confusion hinted in his voice.

"As in, you'll watch me burn to death, with nothing left. It's the final process in the transition." Sila spoke, as if she had already accepted the fate of her life.

"And then what?" Dyson popped in, speaking for the first time to her since their introduction earlier.

Surprise was etched on the woman's face and she lifted her shoulder in a soft shrug.

"I... don't know. The legend only goes so far, and then it cuts off. What happens next is unknown to everyone, including myself."

"This thing doesn't speak to you?" The Morrigan added, her perfectly plucked brow raising.

Sila furrowed her brow and shook her head.

"That thing is The Great Spirit, my God. Please show him a little respect. But no, he doesn't. Part of him is inside me, allowing for me to make my own choices."

"But if fire doesn't affect you, how are you going to die?" Dyson once more spoke out of turn. It was a good question, and didn't make sense.

For the first time since they met, Adsila gave him an honest smile. "For the final part of the ritual I'm human and after I burn... well, there's no telling."

The idea twisted something in Dyson's stomach, almost like the same feeling he had when Kenzi or Bo put themselves into harms way. There was no guarantee that Adsila would come back. Her people weren't even certain what exactly was going to happen to her after the ritual was finished. No one was.

He shifted in his seat, tucking his leather jacket closer around his body and looked from The Ash to The Morrigan. There was a chance that the whole trip was useless, and while they sat here chatting, Dyson could be helping the two women back in the city. He observed Sila. She looked cool and calm on the exterior, but there was something in her eyes that he had seen before: fear.

Sila closed her eyes for a minute, and Dyson watched her sway slightly back and forth before opening them and giving the group a polite smile.

"If you don't mind, I feel the need to lay down. As my birthday approaches, my body isn't always willing to work with me when I want it to."

She chuckled, raising from her seat to smooth her dress down in the back.

"Of course, child."

The Ash responded, standing to hold out his hand.

"It was a pleasure speaking to you. Should you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask them. I feel we grilled you enough for tonight."

"Yes, please do."

The Morrigan added, standing to outstretch her hand.

"We can have girl talk." She added, laughing quietly. "Us girls have to stick together, ya know."

Dyson rolled his eyes and had to literally bite his tongue to keep from saying something. The Morrigan was all charm. She'd say anything and everything she could to get what and who she wanted. Adsila was what both sides could use and each faction knew that. Get her and... there was no telling what you could be capable of. All Sila did was smile and give a soft laugh, shaking her head before turning on her heels to leave, allowing for everyone to remain at the bonfire.

"Well, seems like we're in for a little show." The Morrigan remarked, raising a brow and looking at The Ash.

"You make light of this, Morrigan, but when in reality this isn't something to joke about." He responded, shaking his head.

"Oh come now,"

Her glove hand raised and she gave an almost uncaring wave.

"I have a feeling our legs being pulled just a little here. A God gave some of his spirit to a baby human, who's supposed to be some kind of... Mark Bearer? A little far fetched if you ask me."

"I'm sure some would say the same about all Fae, who's never be introduced to us." Dyson pipped in, causing the woman to glance at him.

Her lips thinned and her eyes narrowed. "Shouldn't you be digging for a bone?"

Dyson growled softly in his chest. He really hated that woman.

"Enough. We're not here to fight and as this is neutral ground, we will respect it, and the people here. It's just two days, Morrigan. Surely you can make it out here for two whole days."

The Ash spoke, watching as the woman turned and began to retreat towards her cabin.

"I'm sure we'll see." Was her last remark before she disappeared from sight.

Dyson turned to the man he came with, shaking his head. "Do you believe it?" He questioned.

Sighing, The Ash shrugged his shoulders.

"Crazier things have happened. Regardless if I believe it or not, we're going to find out in the end."

He paused, giving the other man's shoulder a firm pat. "But for now, let's go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow."

Giving a curt nod of his head, he watched The Ash take the opposite route that The Morrigan took and then the sound of a door closing reached his ears. He stood there by the fire, looking into the dancing flames and ran a hand over his face. Everything that Sila had told them was... intense. It seemed that on top of the test that the Elders were going to give her, she had trials of her own to partake in. He knew that the test wasn't going to be easy, and had no doubt that what was going to occur with her wasn't going to be any easier. He just hoped that in the end she went with Light and not Dark. There was no telling what The Morrigan would use her for.

A man came over to the fire and asked if he was done for the night. Dyson replied with a quiet yeah and stood, darkness cloaking the area as soon as the water touched the flames. The only light given was from the full moon in the clear sky above. Slowly, as if taking his time getting back to his cabin, he walked along the man made path. He was forced to past Adsila's home on the way, and when he stood in front of it, he shook his head.

"You lied to me." He spoke quietly into the darkness.

"I had to." Came back in a soft tone.