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Disclaimer: This takes place 20 years after A Court of Frost and Starlight and 19 years after Kingdom of Ash


Ch 1 – Aelin's Revenge

Aelin slashed a dagger through her palm, the coppery scent of her blood filling the room. She merely dipped her fingers in the blood and continued to draw the archway of Wyrdmarks. A similar archway to the one she used to summon Nehemia all those years ago, but this was meant for someone else.

Deanna.

It was Aelin's burning rage for Deanna, because of what she did to her and her own, that had led to this expedition, even with the strain of the impending Kingsflame Festival heavy on her and her mate.

The Kingsflame Festival was a celebration for the kingsflame blooming under a ruler, and it was only celebrated once every ten years. This festival wasn't going to happen for another year, but preparations have already begun and she has had so much work lately. Even if she was the main stander in it, that didn't stop her from seeking out revenge, even if it was a good twenty years after the war with Erawan.

"Done," she breathed, wiping her hands and turning to face Rowan, who was the only one who knew about her revenge plot. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked, "What if something goes wrong?"

"I've done this before, and it turned out fine" Aelin mused.

"Right. A huge monster came charging through and almost killed you," said Rowan.

"It's ok, Rowan. This time, it's a different world, with no scary monsters."

"Yes…but I'm just scared."

"For what? It'll be fine. Let me draw the last mark on" Aelin turned to face the arch.

Just as Aelin finished, Rowan's eyes flare and the door bursts open, revealing a girl with silver hair and turquoise gold eyes, laughing "Mom! Dad! Aedion's—", and before Aelin could tell her seventeen-year-old daughter Cassandra to get out of the room, the archway filled the room with blinding light and the three Fae disappeared into swirling darkness.


Rhysand was having a normal day, without any complications, and was just settling in for dinner with his Inner Circle. He was late and was listening to Cassian commenting on Mor's cooking. Cassian was just about to finish a rather humorous one, when he stopped dead, and stared behind Rhys, an expression of pure shock on his face. In the back of Rhys's mind, he briefly registered Amren's gasp, before he turned around and saw an extremely peculiar sight before him.

Two Fae were before him, a portal having vanished above them. They were Fae, but very different from the Inner Circle. The female had long, gold hair and stunning turquoise and gold eyes, while the male had short, silver hair and pine-green eyes, with a brutal tattoo on the left side of his face.

Rhysand got the sense that both of them were extremely dangerous, but the golden-haired one felt oddly familiar to him. Before he could figure it out, though, both the Fae turned to face Rhys and his court.

The golden-haired female's eyes flared. "My name is Aelin Galathynius, and this is my mate, Rowan Whitethorn." She added before any of the Inner Circle could speak, "Thank you…for all you have given me. I owe my life and my crown to you."

"Crown?", Feyre asked.

"We are the rulers of Terrasen, a land far, far away from here." This time, from the silver-haired male—Rowan.

"I've traveled far and wide, but I've never heard of Terrasen." Azriel countered. "It doesn't exist."

Aelin smirked. "It does now."

Before anyone could speak, he said, "Well, in that case, allow me to introduce my own court. I am Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. This is Feyre, my mate and High Lady of the Night Court. This is Azriel—my spymaster and Cassian—my general. This is Mor, my third in command and this is…"

Rhys stopped, his words trailing off as some sort of dark, fiery power came aflame in the queen's eyes as she looked at Amren. He turned around to see Amren's face unusually…pale, like she was scared of Aelin.

"Amren? Is something wrong?" Rhys asked.

"Her name is not Amren." Said Aelin, her voice deadly quiet. "Amren is my name in the Old Tongue."

"Hello, Aelin." Amren's tinny voice cut the silence. "It's been a while."

No one dared to speak as Aelin smiled. "Yes, it has, Deanna."


Hey guys.

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