“Truelove,” Emrys corrected.
Trystan knit his brow.
“Love is an extremely powerful emotion, especially for a guardian. It amplifies any powers they have, but true love… Trystan, you have the potential to be the most powerful half-guardian I’ve ever known.” Emrys paused. “And fate has given you a cymara. Love between soul bound mates is of the truest kind. With that bond, you could become more powerful than any guardian.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Marc commented.
“It is,” Emrys answered, “for what enemy could be so terrible that it requires such power to defeat it?”
Trystan leaned back against Marc. What was the point of being a bender if he couldn’t see the outcome of his decisions?
“Trystan, the choices you have made in your life so far have brought you here—brought all of us here—to this moment.”
“But in the past, I didn’t know I was making choices that would impact the future. It’s different now. How can I trust myself to make the right decision when the time comes?”
“The best advice I can give you is to follow your heart,” Emrys answered.
“And if my decisions—my choices—don’t align with the prophecy? What will happen?”
“It’s difficult to say. You are the one true heir, but the prophecy implies that the fallen one—Morgaine—could still become the ruler of Camelot. And that can only happen—”
“If I die.”
After a moment of silence, Emrys spoke again. “Be strong and have faith. I’m here to serve you as I did your father, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your success as well as your happiness.”
“You’re my dearest friend, Emrys. Even if I could, I wouldn’t want to do this without you.”
