Hello! I would just like to say this is my first fan fiction on this website and constructive criticism is welcome. It takes place right after the hotel chapter in ACOMAF. I own nothing.
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The sun was indeed sinking by the time Rhys gathered me in his arms and took to the skies.
There was only the wind, and his warmth, and the boom of his powerful wings.
I ventured, "What is it?"
His attention remained on the dark pines sweeping past. "There is one more story I need to tell you."
I waited. He didn't continue.
I put my hand against his cheek, the first intimate touch we'd had all day. His skin was chilled, his eyes bleak as they slid to me. "I don't walk away—not from you," I swore quietly.
His gaze softened. "Feyre… lookout!" From the depths of the dark trees, dozens of ashwood arrows shot towards us. Rhys tried to shield me with his wings, but I was quicker. I let go of him for a second to summon my fire and blow it towards all of the arrows. They instantly disintegrated.
Rhys made a quick dive to the left as soon as the arrows were gone. I wasn't prepared. I grabbed for his shirt but there was nothing there but air. I started to fall.
"RHYS" I screamed, but another set of ash arrows came in. I tried setting up a shield to land on and protect us, but my powers seemed to vanish as lots of spikes seared through my back. I wailed in pain as my right arm was hit by two arrows. And then more in my legs.
"FEYRE!" Rhys turned and started diving towards me. I hit the ground before he could even get close. The pain got so bad that I couldn't feel. I was only aware of black anger exploding from Rhys and all the archers being misted into tiny specks.
Then Rhys was cradling me in his arms. "Feyre. Please. Say something." His words started to blur together. I tried to answer him but a groan came out instead of words.
Then we were winnowing somewhere. I heard Mor scream and Cassian yelling. Then Rhys and Cass started arguing. Something about extracting the arrows without damaging tissue. Then Mor was whispering something soft into my ear. I could barely make it out.
"We are going to take the arrows out, okay? One by one. You're going to be okay, it's okay…" The first arrow was yanked out of my right arm. I screamed. It had been better when the arrows had entered my skin. Another one. Worse than the last. Mor started crying.
"It's bad, oh Rhys, it's bad…" A snarl broke through the air.
"Shut. Up." I had never heard Rhys sound so feral. I couldn't hear what Mor said next. Another arrow was pulled. I howled as loud as I could. Please be over soon please be over soon please be over soon. I started crying. I just wanted to blackout, but not even the cauldron would grant me that wish.
I didn't think I could take much more, when all of a sudden, I felt a lot better. It was like someone unplugging me from my own discomfort. The pain was numbed. My breathing evened and I could hear better. Mor and Rhys were still arguing.
"Feyre?" Cassian's voice came through so clearly now. Mor and Rhys immediately stopped talking, waiting for my answer. I was laying on my stomach on the kitchen table so I carefully used my left arm to sit up.
Cassian was holding three ash arrows; he had obviously been the one to extract them. Mor was staring at me, with absolute shock on her face. But the real surprise was Rhys. His face was stained with tears. Tears. Like he was actually scared to lose me.
"I feel… a little better?" I wasn't exactly sure what I was feeling.
"A little? A little?" Mor ran over, looking like she was going to hug me, but then thought better of it, sense there was still ash arrows buried in my back. "Feyre, you had us scared to death. Nobody can take it that much bloodbane in and survive it. Well, maybe Rhys but…" There must have been poison on the arrows. Mor scanned me up and down. "We still have to get the rest of the arrows out, though. But whatever you're doing, keep doing it." I layed back down, not exactly sure what she meant by "keep doing it" but letting Cassian take more arrows out anyways.
I was okay for the first few, but then the pain eventually returned.
"Stop," Rhys said. "Stop! Can't you see you're hurting her again?" I grunted as the last arrow in my right leg came out.
"No, keep going. There's only two more left." I bit down on my hand and closed my eyes as Cassian yanked them out. I didn't want to see the hurt in Rhys' eyes anymore.
When they were out, I sat up again, looking at all the bloody holes in my body that weren't healing. I was covered in red.
Red.
I stumbled off the table, into Cassian's arms, and vomited onto the floor. Cass swore. Mor ran to the door to get a healer. Rhys grabbed me and put me back on the table, trying to soothe me with his darkness. I guess it worked because I started feeling really tired and eventually fell asleep.
So, I hope this hasn't turned out too bad for a start. I will only continue this is you guys want me to so please review! Thanks so much for reading! BTW, I know this first chapter might not be so eventful, but the next ones definitely will. Thanks again! ;)
