Autumn's Captive

by Bella4evr3

Takes place when Feyre and Lucien are running from Eris in the Winter Court. What would happen if there was no Azriel and no Cassian to save the day. It's A Court of Wings and Ruin - but going into a different direction altogether. How can Feyre get back to Rhyssand and her sisters and friends back at the Night Court?

1. Chapter 1

Author's Note: So, this idea came to me when I was reading A Court of Wings and Ruin for the first time. And even before ACOWAR came out I always wondered what the story would be like if Feyre had been a captive in the Autumn Court and how she would act. The first part is taken from ACOWAR (the bold writing is the text from the book) and the not bold is where my idea comes into play. Please let me know what you think, thanks!

Preface

I made it all twenty feet before Eris winnowed in front of me and struck. A backhanded blow to the face, so hard my teeth went through my lip. He struck again before I could even fall, a punch to my gut that ripped the air from my lungs. Beyond me, Lucien had unleashed himself upon his two brothers. Metal and fire blasted and collided, ice spraying.

I'd no sooner hit the ice than Eris grabbed me by the hair, right at the roots, the grip so brutal tears stung my eyes. But he dragged me back toward that shore, back across the ice –

I fought against the blow to my gut, fought to get a wisp of air down my throat, into my lungs. My boots scraped against the ice as I feebly kicked, yet Eris held firm –

I think Lucien shouted my name. I opened my mouth, but a gag of fire shoved its way between my lips. It didn't burn, but it was hot enough to tell me it would if Eris willed it. Equal bands of flame wrapped around my wrists, my ankles. My throat. I couldn't remember – couldn't remember what to do, how to move, how to stop this –

Closer and closer to the shore, to the awaiting party of sentries that winnowed in out of nowhere. No, no, no (taken out of ACOWAR, 120-121).

The grip Eris had tightened a shrill scream slipped out from under my gaged lips. "Father will enjoy her." I heard from one of the others – I tried to send help through the bond – but for all I could know is the Faebane hadn't even left my system.

"Let go of Feyre"

I blink my eyes open fervently and try my hardest to get a good look at Lucien, ignoring the pain from the band of flame – I stretched my neck as far as it could go. Only having one goal to see Lucien. The only ally I had in this whole mess.

The Faebane had drained my power – the death blow that Lucien and I had dealt Dagdan and the final blow to the Princess of Hybern – Brannagh, the compulsion I had under Ianthe, and the excess work of winnowing and travelling not just across the Spring Court and Autumn Court – but across the Winter Court, as well. I had no energy left within me and peering into Lucien's metal eye, that never stopped spinning and peering, I knew he had no strength either.

I struggled – yet no matter how much I did – and no matter how much pain that was inflicted upon myself 'Feyre – the Cursebreaker and Cauldron Blessed' couldn't even escape. My shoulders start to stag and my eyes begin to shut close – my body had finally begun to shut down.

My thoughts fought against the sleeping and uncontrollable will of my body – but my body won out in place of my thoughts and I could of swore I heard Lucien yelling out my name.