Hey people!

I know it has been a while since I last updated ToLaH, and I am terribly, terribly sorry. I have been working on my new FanFic, A Court of Stars and Snow, and have been doing really well on that story. I hope you can forgive me for not doing anything here, but I have but Stars and Snow on hold for a while, to bring this story up to scratch.

Ok, now, enough of me, and on with the story!

Aelin Galathysis:

I opened my mouth to scream out at them, but I was drowned by the darkness again, and against my will.

Chaol Westfall:

I was down in my cell. Or at least, a room that you could call a cell. It was more furnished than the cells at Ardalan, there was a full on bed, a little sink (rusted) with running water (dirty). There was even a little bucket for either going to the bathroom, or for if the prisoners vomited or something. There was even a little tub of water with a ladle for bathing, though the water was freezing cold. A window was placed on the left hand side of the room, with cotton curtains that had been torn into shreds, that would barely keep out the harsh elements that the stories had told.

Sighing, I slump down on the bed and winced. The bed was incredibly stiff, and being tied to a horse for a few hours with tight rope, then being hauled through a room full of Fae had taken its toll finally. I sigh slightly, and lay down slowly, hissing the entire time. I had just laid down, when roars echoed from above. I jumped up, hand flying to belt, and winced when I remembered that the guards stationed outside my cell had taken my sword, which looked like a table knife compared to their glorious weapons.

I sighed despite myself, and another roar filled my room. I ran over to the window, and strained my head out and up, to see what the roaring was about. When I had a good view, I could see a massive, dark flying shape, being chased by a smaller flying animal. The dark shape was weaving in and out of the taller castle buildings, plummeting down to gain speed, and soaring through the air with ease. With a start, I realised it was the dragon like thing that Celaena – no, Aelin – had said was with that girl, and were both in an alliance with Maeve. Wyvern, I remembered they were called.

I looked again even closer, squinting my eyes, and could see the silvery flash of the wyvern's rider. And on her lap, I choked on my breath at the sight. I could see Aelin, laying limping in the rider's arms. My heart leapt at the sight, and I watched as the rider turned to look behind her, then glance down at Aelin. She hesitated, deciding on something that made the wyvern jolt, before I watched in horror, as the rider slipped off and out of the saddle.

"Aelin! No!" I roared!

I couldn't tear my eyes away as both females plummeted towards the ground. I could see the wyvern bank to the side and down, following the rider and Fae down at a safe distance. The smaller shape hurled down, pushing its little body obviously to the limit for the little body. No, a voice nagged. You know this Fae, it whispered. I racked my brain, and came to the conclusion that since I really only knew three Fae, it was probably the white haired male. Rowan.

I couldn't help my lip from curling in contempt. Rowan; the one that took away the love of my life; the one who made my Celaena embrace being Fae; the one who took Celaena's humanity, and made her into Aelin Galathynius and a Fae. A lump formed in my throat. I snarled inwardly at the swarm of emotions and thoughts that rose up when I thought of him. I always tried so hard, to push away my feelings for her, but when I saw him, or heard his name, the my emotions for Celaena drowned me, and jealousy came sailing on top, riding the swell of the flood.

The thoughts still here, I shoved them away more forcefully. I regained my focus on the arial activities, and saw that the wyvern had regained its rider, with Aelin safely still in her arms. I sighed, letting go of all the fears of seeing her plummet to the ground, hearing the impact and all the bones in her body shatter. Rowan's hawk came flying after the wyvern, drawing close and soon flying parallel together for approximately thirty or forty seconds before the white-haired female slipped from the saddle again. My heart raced, and the fears resurfaced.

Rowan followed close behind, and soon was level with the girl. They started spiralling together, each other almost looking like they were chasing the other, and not free-falling towards the ground. But something felt off. Within a few more seconds, Aelin started convulsing. The wyvern rider looked over at Rowan, obviously alarmed, and Aelin started thrashing in her arms. I gaped, and could do nothing but watch in almost slow motion, as Aelin slid from the rider's arms headfirst.

I roared the loudest I had ever done before, and roared even longer when a blinding pain shot through my body. My mouth filled with blood slightly, and I could feel a change in the air. My ears stung like someone had grabbed them and started pulling. I doubled over, clawing at my head. The pain was excruciatingly painful, unlike anything I had experienced before. The pain went on for a little longer, before dulling slowly. When it was all gone, I knelt there, gasping, hands wrapped around strands of my hair, eyes clenched closed.

All I could think of, was: What. The. Hell. Was. That?