A/N: I hope you all like this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. If you have any ideas I would love to hear them! :)

P.S. sorry to those of you who ship Nessian – I do too – but I thought I would write something different.

Cassian

We didn't follow her out the door. Instead, Rhys led us up several staircases and onto a balcony that overlooked the Summer Court gardens. How he knew where she was I didn't know, for sitting comfortably in the garden, was Lilith. Resting on her lap was an Illyrian blade, polished and unused. How she was going to wield it I don't know. Three females ran into the garden and stood before her, all armed and all with looks of pure fury on their faces. Rhys used magic for us to hear what was being said.
" I was wondering when you'd show up." Lilith said.
The female at the front had dark blonde hair and appeared to be doing all of the talking.
" You always were a cocky one weren't you." It wasn't a question. Lilith just smiled a lethal smile that had the female slinking back slightly.
" Until the bitter end." Lilith said.
" What a shame that bitter end is going to come so early." The blonde one growled.
" You have too much confidence in yourself Sandrina." She said, a lethal smile still spread on her face. The female – Sandrina – ignored her.
" Do you know, I've wanted to kill you from the moment I met you?" Sandrina drawled.
" Likewise," Lilith said calmly, and a bit cockily," and I'd hate to take away your dream. So come get me." Sandrina didn't move, and neither did Lilith. She remained sitting calmly on that garden chair, not a care in the world that three dangerous looking females were standing in front of her talking about her death.
" You were always his favourite," Sandrina continued to talk.
" Oh, I know," Lilith added.
" We all envied you, all hated you. When those Queens told me I could kill you, you can imagine my happiness. I promised myself after our first fight, that when I finally got to kill you, I'd do it slowly."
" And here I was hoping it would be quick, I do have things to do tomorrow." Mor snorted quietly.
" Visiting your parents I'm sure." Sandrina smiled a feline smile," how are they doing?" Rhys face was deadly. He knew what it was to be mocked about dead parents.
Lilith didn't miss a beat. " They are doing very well, thankyou for asking. I'm sure they are enjoying the King in hell." Sandrina's laugh was cold and forced.
" Ah… the King. How are you doing without your lover?" Sandrina asked. Lover? Lilith stood slowly and took a daring step towards the blonde female.
" You never did know when to stop talking."
" When he whipped you I was never sure whether it was punishment or a sexual game…"
" When did you get so chatty?" Lilith asked, feigning interest. She took another step towards Sandrina, to her credit, did not step back.
" At least no one will have to fuss about a funeral for you. No one would go anyway." Lilith chuckled. It was her turn to talk.
" What will I do with your body when I kill you?" She pondered out loud. " Should I send your head to the Queens in a box with a bow, or should I dump it at their feet?"
"There is enough of your blood on that floor that they may not even notice that it's there." Sandrina said with a smile.
" Can you get along with the killing slowly then, I'm a bit sick of passing threats." Lilith countered.
" It would be my pleasure. It's a shame your dress will get dirty though."
Lilith shrugged. " Then I suppose it's a good thing that blood matches it."

Then, after all their talking, she swung. Quick as an asp. Her sword went clean through Sandrina's neck. Her head thudded to the ground. Lilith looked up to the two other females who had been standing behind her and said disappointedly," I at least thought she would fight back!"

She took a step towards them. " Say hello to the King for me." Her sword swung two more times, and two more heads joined the one already on the ground.

Lilith

It felt so good to finally end them. I lifted up the skirt of my gown and stepped over the puddles of blood pooling around there bodies. I clicked my fingers and they disappeared. A gift to the Queens. I sat delicately onto the garden chair and crossed my legs. The Illyrian blade I put back into the gap between worlds. I was actually disappointed in their performance, none of them even lifted a sword!

I suddenly felt the presence of shadows. They swirled along my body and skittered along my back as if looking for something.
" Have your shadows found anything interesting shadowsinger?" I asked the night. Several bodies stepped from the darkness. Much more than I had expected, but this wouldn't be a fight, I could sense no anger, only surprise and… guilt. I didn't know why until they stepped closer and the moonlight illuminated their figures. My breath caught in my throat, and they knew it.

Standing before me were the people I had looked up to my entire life. The male who had first showed me how to hold an Illyrian blade, the male who had tried to explain to me when I was six why my parents weren't there, the female who had taken me shopping when I was sad and replaced my entire wardrobe when I had a growth spirt, and the dangerous little female who had taught me how to growl at the boys that annoyed me.

Rhysand – high lord of the night court, Azriel – spy of the night court, Morrigan – third of the high lord, Amren – second to the high lord, and two people whom I had never met before. I had seen both of them, but never been able to speak to them. My eyes flicked over them, but I didn't look any of them in the eye – I couldn't – until my eyes landed on the wings of the male I hadn't met. Cassian. Wait! He was the male I had danced with.
" Your wings have healed. I didn't recognise you when we were dancing." Shock filled his eyes, and that reminded me. My eyes shot to Azriel and I released a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. His head tilted questioningly.
" Your chest healed." I sighed. His eyes also filled with shock. Then my eyes went to Feyre, I had seen her at the castle. Then I remembered, and I had to say it.
" I'm sorry about your sisters…" I looked down at the ground. Mor took a step towards me, but I took a step back and put a hand out in front of me.
" You'll step in the blood." She looked down at the puddle of blood at her feet that the toe of her shoe was mere inches from. I was yet to look any of them in the eye, and I wasn't planning to, so I let my eyes fall to the ground. My hair fell over my shoulder.

" How did you know?" Rhys uttered also stepping forward as if in a daze, only for me to take another step back, my knees hitting the garden hair behind me.
" I was there." Their eyes again widened.
" Bullshit!" Cassian burst out. " We would of seen you." I shook my head.
" Why were you there?" Azriel asked. I shook my head and tried to winnow. When I couldn't I remembered that it was the palace and I would be unable to winnow until off of the grounds.
So I replied," You don't want to know."
" Actually we would girl." Amren spoke for the first time, and despite the situation I was in, I chuckled.
" Good to see you haven't changed a bit Amren." Their eyes nearly popped out of their skulls when Amren winked and smiled back.
" Don't let me waist any of your time." I said and stepped around the garden chair and was beginning to stride away when I was met with a shield of glistening red. I whirled and stared directly into Cassian eyes. He gasped, as did the others. My eyes were different to how they had once been. When I had known them when I was young, they had been joyous and free. Now they were cold and full of coldness, rage and despair.
" What did they do to you?" Mor uttered.
" What didn't they do?" I replied.
" Come with us!" She burst out stepping over the puddle of drying red blood to grab my arm. I tried to pull away but her grip was strong, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
" I can't." I sighed.
" Why?" Rhys asked, coming to stand beside Mor.
" Because Velaris has been untouched for thousands of years, and if I went there, I would only bring war, and blood and danger." My heart was breaking in my chest at the thought of leaving them once again. At the thought of being alone, again.
" We'll protect you!" Mor was sobbing slightly now.
" I can protect myself, believe me, but I can't ask you to do that. They've already hurt all of you enough. I'm just trouble." Then I was ripped at with a strong wind. Blackness overtook my vision and I felt my feet leave the cobblestone path of the Summer Court garden. When I landed I was standing on a stone ground with stone walls around me. This was an interrogation. Understandable. I knew what the shadows were probably telling Azriel. But…NO! This was just like that place, that damn place. That mountain, that cells, that world. I couldn't stand it. I gasped for air and fell to the ground. I clawed at the ground with my nails and the inner circle crowded around me.
" What's going on?" I heard Mor say, kneeling beside me, but she was pushed away by small hands. Then I was looking into blue grey eyes that held too much understanding. Rhys was hovering over her shoulder.
" Get me out of here!" I wailed. " Please! Get me out!" I could feel the walls closing in on me, I couldn't get air into my lungs. I was being clawed at my attors. I screamed and beat the ground with my fist.
" What did I do?" Mor asked frantically. Then we were winnowing. The darkness like death finally coming to take me. The death that I had felt hovering so close.

I felt sticks and leaved poking into my hands and legs as I landed on the ground.

Cassian

Feyre had managed to touch all of us somehow and winnowed us to gods knows where.
" What happened?" Mor asked, but I wasn't paying attention. I was watching Lilith. She scrambled towards a tree and gripped it for dear life. She pulled herself up and leaned forward with her hands on her knees.
Feyre and Rhys looked at each other with all too much understanding.
" What?" I asked cautiously.
" Don't you get it?" Feyre asked. The Rhys took over.
" Did you see when she started looking around. Then she started screaming. What if… what if she noticed that we were under a mountain, and what if that brought back…memories?" he seemed unsure himself.
" She was Under The Mountain?" I asked. I hated that place, even the name of it, what had been done to Rhys and Feyre there... Rhys shrugged. We all turned to where Lilith had been bending over but… she was gone. We all seemed to have the same idea and took of at a run. We followed her scent through the trees until the trees opened into a clearing.

She looked so peaceful. She was no longer in a long red dress, but a simple white tunic and brown pants that were rolled up to her knees. Her feet were dangling in a pong and a sword – not Illyrian – was strapped diagonally across her back. There was a pair of boots beside her and her hair was out and blowing in the wind. The moonlight was shining through a gap in the trees and landed on her upturned face. There was a small smile on her face and any hint of the fear and distress that had been there before was gone. We all walked carefully over to her, but it was Feyre who changed her clothes with a snap of her finger and dropped down beside Lilith, putting her own feet in the water.

Lilith turned to look at her and a grateful look appeared on her face. " Thankyou." She whispered. Feyre nodded understandingly. We all came around the pond. Rhys sat cross legged beside Feyre, any hint of his fancy dress clothes were replaced with casual clothes, as were mine and Azriel's. the both of us were standing close, and Mor was sitting on the other side of the pond to face Rhys, Feyre and Lilith, whom I still knew nothing about.

" I like this a lot better than interrogation rooms – not as gloomy." She murmured. Rhys chuckled but it was as restrained as our smiles. She took a deep breath then said," Ask away." No doubt knowing how many question were brewing in everyone's mind. Rhys looked to Azriel who always seemed to know the right questions to ask. He didn't go with the usual approached.
" Will you answer honestly?" Lilith nodded.
He simply asked," How old are you now?" His voice was soft, a voice I had only ever head him use with Elain.
" Sixty – eight." She replied with a nod. Older than Feyre then.
" When did you Settle?" These were not the questions I had been expecting, but she still answered.
" I settled at nineteen." He was silent for a moment before asking with a broken voice," Was there anything we could of done?" Lilith looked at him with no judgment in her eyes.
" No. Even if you could I wouldn't of wanted you to do it." no one spoke? But I desperately needed an explanation. Mor must have felt the same.
" Are you going to ask her any more questions?" Mor burst out. Azriel shook his head.
" I already know all of the answers." Lilith didn't look surprised or offended. His shadows must of gained enough information to piece together her story. Azriel looked at her unsurely and asked," Only if you want me to?" Lilith looked at him gratefully.
" I'll fill in the gaps."

Azriel took a deep breath and began her story, because she couldn't.
" When you were ten years old…"

A/N: Hi. I know that there isn't much action in this but I feel like some explaining needs to be done so that the other characters can at least begin to understand what has happened to her and how hard it is for her to talk about what has been done to her despite her confidence in her conversation with Sandrina. I hope you liked this and continue reading. Even if not many people read and like this story, I'm going to continue writing it, because I'm enjoying writing it and I hope you like reading it. Thanks! :)