Aftermath
Dworkin will recover. He must recover. I poured myself into him, wrapped my will about him to keep him from dying as only the Fae can die. I would not let him die, I will not let him die.
Myself, I will not recover. By Dancing the Circle, this Amber has become the one true Amber to me. By this act, I have accepted my heritage as one of the High Fae and of this Amber. The powers and mysteries of the true-born Fae, the memories and skills of a lifetime of living in this Amber, are now mine. I do confess to a certain vanity that leads me to value the natural appearance of the form I have now. I also find the abilities of the true Fae more appealing than what was granted a mortal by dancing the Circle.
But yet I still remember my other life, the other Amber I had known and in part rejected, the family I had known and loved and hated, the mother I hated and loved and wanted to become, the infinity of Shadows that were ultimately my heritage.
I cannot tell which I want more.
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