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mirrored the rising moon. It was a brilliant, full moon, more full than she had ever seen, and while the second sun was still setting, the moon was rising, casting both sunset and moonlight over the Ring. The sun and the moon reflected together, opposite each other in the lake, and she felt the sacredness of this time of day. It was the window between the close of one day and the start of another, and at this sacred time, and in this sacred place, anything was possible.
    Gwen knelt there, crying, praying for all she was worth. The events of the last few days had been too much for her, and now she let it all out. She prayed for her brother, but even more so for Thor. She could not stand the thought of losing them both on this night, of having no one left around her but Gareth. She could not stand the thought of she, herself, being shipped off to be wed to some barbarian. She felt her life collapsing around her, and she needed answers. Even more, she needed hope.
    There were many people in her kingdom who prayed to the God of the Lakes, or the God of the Woods, or the God of the Mountains, or the God of the Wind—but Gwen never believed in any of these. She, like Thor, was one of the few who went against the grain of belief in her kingdom, and followed the radical path of believing in just one God, just one being who controlled the entire universe. It was to this God that she prayed.
    Please God , she prayed. Return Thor to me. Let him be safe in battle. Let him escape his ambush. Please let Godfrey live. And please protect me—don’t let me be taken away from here, wed to that savage. I will do anything. Just give me a sign. Show me what you want from me.
    Gwen knelt there for a long time, hearing nothing but the howling of the wind, racing through the endlessly tall pine trees of Red Wood; she listened to the gentle cracking of the branches as they swayed above her head, their needles dropping in the water.
    “Be careful what you pray for,” came a voice.
    She spun, flinching, and was shocked to see someone standing there, not far from her. She would have been scared, but she recognized the voice immediately—an ancient voice, older than the trees, older than the earth itself, and her heart swelled as she knew who it was.
    She turned and saw him standing over her, wearing his white cloak and hood, eyes translucent, burning through her as if he were peering into her very soul. He held his staff, lit up in the sunset and the moonlight.
    Argon.
    She stood and faced him.
    “I sought you out,” she said. “I went to your cottage. Did you hear me knock?”
    “I hear everything,” he answered cryptically.
    She paused, wondering. He was expressionless.
    “Tell me what I have to do,” she said. “I will do anything. Please, don’t let Thor die. You can’t let him die!”
    Gwen stepped forward and grasped his wrist, pleading. But as she touched him she was scorched by a burning heat, traveling through his wrist and onto her hands, and she pulled back, overwhelmed by the energy.
    Argon sighed, turned from her, and took several steps towards the lake. He stood there, looking out at the water, his eyes reflected in the light.
    She walked up beside him and stood there silently, for she did not know how long, waiting until he was ready to speak.
    “It is not impossible to change fate,” he said. “But it exacts a heavy price on the petitioner. You want to save a life. That is a noble endeavor. But you cannot save two lives. You will have to choose.”
    He turned and faced her.
    “Would you have Thor live on this night, or your brother? One of them must die. It is written.”
    Gwen was horrified by the question.
    “What kind of choice is that?” she asked. “By saving one, I condemn the other.”
    “You do not,” he responded. “They are both meant to die on this night. I am sorry. But that is their fate.”
    Gwen felt as if a dagger had been plunged into her stomach. Both of them meant to die? It was too awful to