AN: Hello there, this is my first fanfiction, I hope you will enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated (I want to improve ^.^)

It has been three years since Callum, Rayla and Ezran had successfully brought back Azymondias back to his mother, the Queen. Three years during which Team Zym had grown. Rayla had become the leader of the Dragon Guard, Ezran, a good king. As for Callum, well, he did what the world thought was impossible, he became an Archmage, a master of the 6 primal sources. A mage among the mages, he was now standing at the pinnacle of magic.

Many dreamed about what the position of Archmage could offer. Power, Luxury, Connections and so much more. But Callum first became a mage, because he felt that magic was his destiny. After all, he was good at it. For the first time in his life, he felt that he could go somewhere. But the reason why he worked so hard to become an Archmage was that by being able to master all six primal sources he would be able to give back something to Rayla. Something, he, unfortunately couldn't have back. But he didn't care, for her happiness was his happiness. As such, during those three years, he worked himself to the bone. Between official meetings, keeping the peace, taking time for Rayla, he trained. He trained, and trained until he couldn't. And after three arduous years, he had finally reached his goal. He was now able to liberate the prisoners of those damned infinity coins.

Viren called his pouch of coins his "personal collection". In it, two dozen coins of captured elves. And in those were Rayla's parents. They were imprisoned when they fought Viren, trying their hardest to protect the egg. Rayla had a second chance, her parents had a second chance.

It still took him an entire month to finalize the process. He searched the library of Lux Aurea, consulted blacksmith specialized in magical items. He tried spells of his conception, a lot of spells, who mostly made him faint. He even tried to retro engineer the coins using primal magic. After many tries, he finally found a way. He had to use 2 primal sources at the same time. A dangerous and taxing process, that could consume him. But he had to do it, he had to correct what Viren had done.

To help him in his quest, and to avoid death, because, despite his self-sacrificial tendencies, Callum still liked to, well, be alive. As such he asked Queen Janai, his now-aunt to help him in the making of a staff. Because the staff was the key to the coins equation. With it he could theoretically wield two primal sources at the same time without what an obscure book described as a "total disintegration".

The staff, similar to the staffs used by the Sun elves mages, had for particularity the absence of a primal stone. Instead, there was a cube, similar to the key of Aaravos. One face for each primal source. This was what theoretically permitted the channeling of more than one primal source. This was for sure a lot of theory, but Callum mostly dealt in theory since he was still walking an unknown path.

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He had finally reached the Spire, the trip was not so long, but the weather was quite harsh. He was dripping wet, regretting the fact that he did not take a cloak with him. "No worries, it's going to be sunny", he slapped himself, he was an Archmage but no meteorologist. He landed on the top of the Spire, his wings disappearing giving way to his arms who were as wet as the rest of his body. He slapped himself again, "I'm sure, sunny I said". He hurried himself inside of the Spire, greetings two guards on his way. And he finally was in front of his room, well, their room. He knocked before entering. The room was not small, but not big either. A haven between missions, a place where they could relax.

"Ya know that you are defeating the purpose of knocking?" she said, appearing from behind him and hugging him. "And ya didn't—Wait, why are ya so wet?" She exclaimed, breaking the hug.

"Well, I thought that the weather was going to be all sunshine and rainbows" he groaned. "But as you can see, I was quite wrong".

"You better go dry yourself then" she said.

"A small kiss, or perhaps a hug before?" he asked before lying toward her for a kiss.

She pushed him away, "No kiss or hug if you're still wet". "I won't repeat myself, go dry yourself" she said with a not so serious face.

Callum grinned, "Well, if you have to be so drastic, I guess I will go dry myself, m' lady". He then headed toward their bathroom.

He took a towel, dried himself and put on dry clothes. Respectively a purple undershirt, dark gray trousers, dark brown boots, and his signature scarf. He then got out of the bathroom. Rayla was lying on the bed, looking at him.

"Well, aren't ya dry now?" congratulated Rayla, clapping her hands.

"Does it mean I can I have a hug now?" asked Callum, jumping on the bed, and almost falling on the ground instead of the bed. "That was a close one".

"Come here" she chirped, tugging him closer so she could hug him. "I missed ya, ya know?" She said, hugging him more, bringing him closer.

"Hard to stay away from me, isn't it?" he said, and she looked at him in the eyes. "I missed you too" He purred before kissing her. A quick chaste kiss but full of emotions. They both didn't like to be apart for so long. "So..." he continued, "I think that I have a solution".

Puzzled, she asked "A solution, to what? Another of your broken spell?" She smirked.

"Well, it's about...", he paused. "It's about the coins, I found a way to free the imprisoned elves". She looked at him, the information had not sunk in yet. "You're going to have your parents back, Rayla".

Nothing was said. She hugged him closer, tears swelling from her eyes. She was happy, so happy. She was going to have her parents back.

"And you know, I even got a new shiny staff and all" he said a tender grin on his face.

"Ya dumb human, shut up and enjoy the moment, won't ya?"

"Dumb, yes" he paused. "But yours."

And they stayed like that. At peace.

But for how long?