Ferren awoke to the sound of screams and the smell of blood. Sounds of sorrow rippled through the city of Orynth. She rose from her bed beside the hearth of the fireplace, dust and ash covered her face. She stumbled to other side of the small room that she and her sisters called a home, there she found a bucket full of water and washed her face. The screams and wails continued and got louder.
Ferren looked to see all her sisters asleep in their places on the floor. She carefully crept over to the youngest Lena and nudged her shoulder with her foot with the intention of waking her up. Her sister didn't wake, Ferren kneeled down yanking the girls shoulder and pulling her on her back only to find to her horror that her throat had been slit from ear to ear and her small little head lay in a pool of blood. Ferren stifled a scream and rushed to wake her other sisters only to discover they all had been murdered as well.
She fell to the floor her hands covered in the blood of her sisters, her stomach tightening and her eyes burning. The dust and ash from the floor stuck to her face and hands from the blood. The screams from outside became louder and louder. Ferren rose and followed those sounds to outside.
The horror she had witnessed did not end with her sisters. Outsides soldiers marched down the streets. They were not Terrasens soldiers. No these men were different, their expressions were blank but the way they stared looked vicious.
A voice rung from somewhere close by yet a good distance away. "The royal family is dead!" it said. For the second time that morning Ferren felt her knees weaken. "The royal family is dead!" it was repeated over and over. The words fading in the sounds of wails and screams that echoed through the streets. Her mind drifted to the royal family, the king of Terrasen. The little princess Aelin, the heir to the throne.
Ferren stood their in the street, anger burning within her and tears running down her face. She watched the strange soldiers march past her. She watched as one passed holding a flag, the flag that belonged to Adarlan the country to the south. Ferren felt something snap inside of her as she rushed back into the house to retrieve a knife. Adarlan was responsible for this, they had destroyed her world and everything she held dear in one night. She rushed back outside with the knife. Her heart was pounding and she lunged herself at one of Adarlans soldiers stabbing him in the neck. She felt him try to reach for his weapon as one of his fellow soldiers cut her down and as she fell she said the names of her dead.
A/N: So I sorta got this idea for this one-shot when I reread CoM. From that part were we hear from that random slave in Endovier after they announce Nehemia's death. Also I wanted to play with the reactions of the people of Terrasen. I might do another in the P.O.V of Aelin depending on responses to this.