A gut-wrenching scream shatters through the dawn as slumbering spirits awaken once more.
The hard-won peace following the great war is fragmenting once more as evil spreads through the world from an unknown source. Kingdoms are finishing being rebu...
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𓈒 𓈊 ~ ﹝♡﹞ ~ 𓈊 𓈒
AELIN WOKE SCREAMING from Cairn and Maeve as she beheld what had happened to Terrasen, her kingdom. To her beloved court, her mate, everything that represented her home.
Destruction. Utter destruction... they were all dead. Amidst the bloody battlefield, Valg flooded the gates, killing anyone in their path, felling civilians who struggled to run away to whatever safety they could scrounge. Families split apart, babies wailed for their mothers lying dead on the floor, the warm blood still pouring out of their throats. Heads rolled across the snowy field, painting a portrait of death and despair. Erawan and Maeve waltzed hand-in-hand past the tall iron gates spattered with gore; darkness rolling off of their bodies in billows and waves, renewing the screams that already rang through her ears. A fierce headache threatened to cleave her head in half.
Maeve spoke to her even as she projected the vision, the portal depicting the death of her kingdom, where she had not been able to escape to, to fight and die alongside her own people. That dark, evil Valg Queen loomed above her, where she lay in the iron coffin barely big enough for her figure, bound in iron shackles, gauntlets, and that mask that gave little to no air. Definitely not enough as her breathing sharpened, a pressure building in her throat as she watched, transfixed and unable to move her head away.
"You will never escape me Aelin. Aelin of the Wildfire. For in you, your soul, there lies a secret that none may and none shall know. What you see is what is reality, and that dream of yours that you'd been having for the past while... Well, I must thank you for telling me that the Prince of Adarlan has the Wyrdkeys..."
No... No. It couldn't be, could it? It had all been a lie? The victory, the months of rebuilding both kingdom and herself. The courting with Rowan, the weddings, celebrations put in place that lasted for weeks on end...
"- Now that your mate has died -"
Rowan, her mate. Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, whom she had married in secret months, years it seemed, ago. Whom she couldn't live without... But, she hadn't felt the bond break, that tether in her soul that she turned to for solace when she needed it, hadn't she?
"-I will let Cairn deal with you as he pleases. I am sure that he has been wishing for this for a long time." Maeve finished as she clicked her tongue, leaving her behind, the hologram wavering before it too fell.
The mating bond, could it have snapped without her knowing? Realizing? But yes, her very heart and soul felt empty, like an essential chunk of it had been ripped out. The feeling left her raw and opened, a feeling so profound, so stark in her heart, that she wondered how she hadn't felt it before. That bit so crucial to her was just... gone.
