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Dark Aelin
I had two wyrdkeys in my hand. Rowan had the third, and was ready to give it to me.
"Ready, Fireheart?"
I sighed, despite his reassuring, I was worried. Worried I would become corrupt.
"Ready."
He placed the third Wyrdkey in my hand. I screamed.
Rowan POV
I gingerly placed the third Wyrdkey in Aelin's hand. As I did so, the three Wyrdkeys seemed to combine, and the one in my hand flew out and connected with the other two. As if the Wyrdkeys were on fire, Aelin started shaking her hand where they rested. They stuck to her skin, and seemed to start flattening themselves over her hand like a glove. I tried to pull the Wyrdkeys off, but they wouldn't budge.
Suddenly, Aelin stopped screaming. I looked up from her hand and saw her head was thrown back, her eyes completely black.
I claim you, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. A dark, raspy voice whispered from nowhere. Then, Aelin's eyes returned to their normal color. But something was... different. When she looked at me, there was no love or warmth in the gaze. Only cold calculation.
"Why hello, Rowan."
I took a step back. Her voice had changed as well- it held no warmth whatsoever.
"Aelin?" My voice was a notch too high. Aelin laughed- It was one of the scariest things I've heard in centuries. A slow, cold smirk spread across her face, but her eyes remained the same.
"Contact Aedion. Tell him to prepare our army."
I gulped. This wasn't right. None of this was right- Aelin was a bright flame, not a dark one. She couldn't be influenced to turn dark. I was impossible.
"Rowan. I command you to. Or are you going to make me make you do so?" Aelin tugged at the bond mockingly.
"Aelin... This isn't you."
She laughed. "Oh yes. It is. But I can't have a bond mate that doesn't obey my orders. It's too tiresome."
I looked at her- Really looked her. And noticed a moment too late the shadowfire heading for my head.
Ah yes. Dark Aelin sure is fun to write. Should she make a reappearance in Maeve's realm? Please review!