Fire and Shadow (Tog and Acotar crossover) On Hold

Prologue

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Aelin's Pov:

         I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take the pain, the torture, the agony I just couldn't, but every day I held my head up high and tried my very best to not let the torture both physical and mental break me. Every passing moment the same words kept going in my mind: I am Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and I bow down to no one. I am Elentiya, the spirit that cannot be broken. I am Celaena Sardothien, and I do not break. I am Aelin, Celaena, Diana, Lillian, and Elentiya, and I will not be afraid. These words provided some comfort in this wretched place, and so did the white wolf who was forced to sit and watch as I suffered, but what provided comfort most of all was the memory of a certain green-eyed and silver-haired prince who smelled of snow and pine, of home. That is what helped me get through it all, that is what reminded me of why I have to stay strong and not break. For my family, for my friends, I would take it all if it meant that they are safe. Even though I wish to get out of here, to get away from Maeve and Cairn I can't, it isn't worth it to be safe and risk my friends and family to eternal doom. But if I could get away from here using a wyrd portal and make it to them, wouldn't that be worth even more? 

         All of the escape plans I have made have been nothing but useless, but there is one that I have tried several times and on many occasions was very close to getting away with. So I'll use that today and try again, I would keep trying until I succeeded. Using the drying blood on my wrists I drew the wyrdmarks, the same ones I used to form so I could portal to apologize to Nehemia. I had memorized the wyrdmarks used to create a portal just in case, and I'm quite glad that I did memorize them because right now they could be a great help. It being pitch black in the coffin didn't help, I couldn't see a thing so I drew by muscle memory.

         A few moments passed, and nothing happened nothing, and I started to lose the lingering hope. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, or was it all my mind? And only seconds had passed? I couldn't tell and it didn't matter because I felt myself starting to drift away into a world that held no torture, or evil queen, or the cruel man, it held nothing but a different kind of darkness than the one that surrounded me during the hours I spent awake in this iron coffin.

  Fenrys's Pov:

         I wish that I could help Aelin. I wish I could somehow make it easier for her, but I can't. I'm forced to sit and watch her get tortured without being able to lift a finger. No matter how much I push against the blood oath I am still left useless, incapable to do anything. Rage, sorrow, and despair had become my companions, they filled my mind. Rage for Maeve and Cairn, sorrow for Aelin, and despair because I could do nothing. Soon I felt myself drifting into sleep. My eyelids dropped down but I snapped them open when I saw a green and purple vortex open up underneath the coffin. It all happened in slow motion, I saw the coffin start to fall and didn't think twice before jumping in with her.

Rowan's Pov:

            Gavriel, Elide, Lorcan, and I had been looking for my fireheart for two months now, and we still didn't have a clue as to where she was. I was standing watch when I felt the mating bond starting to fade. No, no no no no no no noooooooooo, not my fireheart, not like this all alone. The fading of the bond felt like someone cut off the air to my windpipe, it was like being tortured in a million ways in a few minutes. The pain was so excruciating that I woke everyone up when a scream finally tore through me. I didn't, couldn't stop the tears that were flowing like a never-ending waterfall. I don't know how long I had been sitting here but I think the others were trying to reach out to me but I didn't care when my fireheart was gone. 

             When the tears stopped, Gavriel was the only brave one to approach me and asked what was wrong likely already knowing the answer but wanting confirmation. I told him that I felt the bond fade, he asked me to reach out again and when I did I was answered back with a soundless pit. He answered, "if she's gone, then Maeve will try to come for us, we need to send a warning" and looking at my face added " but we don't know for sure so we will keep looking" I could do now more than nod, he took that as answer enough and got together with the others to discuss our next steps. 

Updated: June 26

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