The memories of Claidheamh an Ùrachaidh’s creation immediately came to mind. Seeing Fylaneiros was rough. It took every fiber of my being to stop what I was doing and rush through the portal to hug them. I knew that they were not entirely happy with me; I noticed the disappointment in their face briefly. The Elders showing up was odd at best. Have the portals been inactive for so long that even the time I had them open caused the Elders alarm? In any event, they now knew that Morgana of the New Moon was alive. No one knew what would happen with a turned Fey, especially to what equated to a human Archfey. Some speculated that my origins would prevent me from reincarnating. Others believed it would take longer, due to not having been born a Fey. Very few believed it would act as normal as everyone else. Even now, I wasn’t sure if I had other lives between my first and this one. 