Great things are done when men and mountains meet
~ William Blake
The girl was nothing like they had ever seen. She was extremely beautiful and her hair was a gold that rivaled the sun, but her skin was pale and clammy. The silent observations of the group of three stopped when the girl started to scream. The scream terrified the three men. They wanted to help the girl but they also knew, in the back of their minds that if they tried to advance and help her they would die or be seriously injured.
Before the men made a decision that they would have surely regretted the girl opened her eyes to show a scene of Blue rimmed with gold before the world was set alight. "Shit!" swore the man with violet eyes before he threw up a shield of darkness, followed quickly by his companions as they threw up their own shields glowing blue and red. It wasn't enough and the three men knew it when their shields of magic started to melt. The fire was too hot for them to fend off and they felt the heat, but before they were burnt to a crisp the fire retreated back to the girl now seated in the snow on the mountain side hugging her knees to her chest. After the men recovered from her onslaught of fire she asked on question," Where am I?"
"You are in the territory of the Night Court of Prythian," said the man with shadows clinging to him. The girl started to laugh hysterically. "What's so funny?" the man that was obviously a born warrior growled.
"I stranded myself in another world," the girl said in between her fits of laughter. The laughter soon turned into sobs. The man with the violet eyes moved towards the girl before placing a hand on her shoulder. "My name is Rhysand but you can call me Rhys. That's Azriel," Rhysand gestured to the man with the clinging shadows," and that's Cassian," he waved a hand at the warrior. "What's your name?" Rhysand asked.
"Aelin," the girl replied before passing out.