Credit goes to Sarah J. Maas for dreaming up these amazing characters and book series.
It had been 7 years since Rowan had last seen his mate, wife, his Fireheart. He searched for months on end looking for a single clue to where Maeve might have hidden her. She haunted his dreams every single night. His hands covered in her blood; blood from cuts all over her body. Each night it was the same nightmare each night since she had been taken seven years ago. Each night her awoke covered in sweat reaching over for the body next to him, but all he ever felt was cold empty space. Aedion only talked to him when he absolutely had to. Sometimes he would not see or talk to Rowan for weeks on end, except for letters telling him how Orneth was doing. Orneth... The reason Aelin had been taken, to save her country... Rowan could every lash, cut, broken bone, kick, and everything Maeve did to torcher Aelin. The first time he had felt the lashings was right before she was taken, when he had been fighting on the ships.
The fighting was going on every single ship, whether is was in Maeve's fleet or Aelin's. Rowan was fighting on one of Ansel's ships, he cut down the fae he was fighting quickly. Just as he felt the rip of a whip on skin, he knew that it wasn't him that had the wound but it was... "Oh gods... Fireheart." He said this frozen in place, the fighting continued around him. He couldn't think as another rip of pain went through him, that's when he broke. Daggers of ice shot from Rowan as he shifted flapping up into the sky. He flew as fast as he could even with the help form the wind he was controlling. I won't make it in time. He thought, as he reached the shore.
When he reached where Lorcan was standing, Aelin was gone. All that was left on that beach was her bloodied shirt, and the blood mixed into the sand. Rowan could hear nothing above the roaring in his ears. He grabbed Lorcan putting a dagger firmly against his neck. "Where is Aelin?" He asked this, but Lorcan didn't reply so he asked again, pressing the dagger harder against Lorcan's neck, blood was beading now. "Where is Aelin?" He still didn't reply, Rowan didn't care he pressed the dagger even harder against Lorcan's neck more blood now spilling out. "Where is my wife?" That's when Rowan finally noticed that Lorcan had tears running down his face. Rowan immediately let go of Lorcan's hair, and just grabbed Aelin's bloodied shirt, collapsed onto his knees right in front of where her blood stained the beach. They barely had been married, by a bleary eyed captain. Two days is all the got together, Rowan broke completely. There was a pit of darkness where Aelin had brought light to, is now dark once more.
Rowan sat in front of the fire that Gavriel had started. Every time he saw fire he felt pain go through his heart. Gavriel was sharpening a dagger, while Rowan watched the fire burning bright in the dark. A beacon just like Aelin had been, know one knows if she's still alive yet or finally gave in. But Rowan could tell that she was still breathing, that didn't mean she wasn't in pain or hurt. Watching the fire brought to many feelings to Rowan, he got up, Gavriel looking up but quickly looked down again. Rowan walked into the forest and shifted in his hawk-form letting his animal instincts kick in to make his decisions for him.
How did you guy's like it? Tell me in the comments. Please I would like some constructive criticism. This is going to multiple chapters, but I don't know when the next one is coming out. Probably when I have time to write.