Amelia winced as she attached the metal arm to her shoulder. She clicked a few of the buttons together and tapped it with her wand. It became the exact colour of her arm, except much stronger than her left twig of a limb. She moved it around a little, grabbing things and setting them down gently as possible. After she had deemed her arm safe, she laid back and tried to talk to Fenrys. When Maeve has forced him to cut off the communication, she had felt the pain of a whip across her back, and now she was genuinely worried about him. Hey, you there? She was met with a stranger's response.
Why are you in my head?
What's your name, since you're obviously not Fenrys?
Who's Fenrys?
An acquaintance of sorts. Now will you answer my previous question?
Fine. I'm Leo Valdez, Bad Boy Supreme. And you are?
Amelia Riddle, Princess of Shadows.
How are you in my head?
Well, I talk to Fenrys by doing this, but this time it seems you replied instead. Trust me, I don't know how either.
Wait, sometimes I feel pain that shouldn't be there. Recently it felt like my forearm was cut off.
Uh, that was probably because my arm was sliced off.
Who did it?
I was a prisoner and one of the guards threw a knife at me while I tried to escape.
Did you get out?
Yes. Now where the bloody hell are you?
Camp Half-Blood.
Where's that?
Long Island.
Where the hell is Long Island?
How do you not know? Have you heard of Manhattan?
Ah, that place.
Where are you from?
Hogwarts. The worst place ever.
Ok, but-
OW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!
That's not me.
Shit, I hope Fenrys is alright.
If you're able to talk to him and me, then could this Fenrys communicate with me?
Perhaps. I don't even know how this is possible.
Wait, my friend's calling me. I'll probably try to talk to you soon.
I'll try to figure out how this is happening, unless I'm going insane.
In that case, I am too. Amelia felt his presence disappear and sighed. She had really wanted to talk to Fenrys, but she supposed Leo was alright. At least he wasn't like Maeve.
She was in the library a few hours later, her eyebrows furrowed as she read on how two people could communicate. There wasn't much, but in a small corner there was much more information on magic. She plucked out a book on Fae and flicked through the pages, checking for a few phrases. She paused on something called the mating bond, on which the pair could talk in each other's heads, but that was impossible. A singular male or female could only have one mate, and besides those with only partial Fae blood had an even slimmer chance of having a mate. She didn't realise that Chaol and Dorian had sat opposite her until Chaol coughed.
"What do you want?" Amelia asked.
"You were supposed to meet me earlier," Dorian said.
"I've got more problems than you, prince. Especially now…"
"What's happening now?" Chaol questioned.
"A lot. Most out of my control but still totally annoying."
"I need to ask you something."
"What?"
"You know about Dorian's… ability."
"His raw magic, yes."
"Well, I want to know what magic you have and why you think you can teach him how to restrain it."
"I've had to restrain mine my entire life."
"But, if it's small like you can control a little water or something than you have no right to show-" She cut Chaol off by slamming her hand on the table.
"Look, I don't really care what you think! In fact, I don't have to try to help him, but I do! Ok, so for the Wyrd's sake leave me alone!" Wind erupted around her, creating a tornado until she calmed it down with a few waves of her hand.
"If you can control it that easily then it mustn't be very powerful." Amelia froze Chaol with one look. Nothing said, just a glance from her eyes. Dorian shook with fear when she stared at him, perhaps she would freeze him too.
"A-amelia, can y-you please l-let him go?" Dorian stammered. She tilted her head, and the ice faded, leaving Chaol shivering from the aftereffects.
"Is that enough? Or do I have to show you the rest? I don't like you with Celaena, captain. If you hurt her, you'll answer to me, and only me," she growled. Chaol seemed nervous, and looked down.
"So your magic is ice and wind?" he asked.
"Among other things."
"Can you…" He trailed off, not wanting to anger her again.
"A lot of people think I'm a monster because of this, but shadows." She raised her hand, fingers towards them as if blowing a kiss, then sucked in a breath. She breathed out, and darkness flew onto her palm, swirling around her wrist. It twirled itself between her pale fingers, and she held out her hand, observing the shadows with something that looked like anxiousness. Dorian flinched when one came a little too close to him, but Amelia leashed it back to her hand when she noticed his discomfort. "Exactly. That's not the only way I can use them, but it's the only way I can use them without losing control." The shadows made their way up her arm, to her elbow where a bruise had formed. When the darkness melted away, the mark was gone and so was the pain.
"How do you have two types of magic at once?"
"If you swear not to scream, or attack, or attract any attention, I'll tell you."
"I promise," Dorian said. Chaol agreed with him, turning to look at Dorian so he didn't catch the mischievous gleam in Amelia's eyes. She grabbed their arms and took them into her room, where she cast a charm to make it soundproof.
"My father's father was Death itself. Death had disguised itself as a human being to gain information on a possible escaped soul. My grandmother fell in love with him, and snuck him a love potion, which she used to her highest advantage. They had a child, but Death finally shook the effects of the potion off and left her, never bothering to know what happened to him. That child was my father, and he became an enemy of quite a few people including the government. He never knew true love, so when my mother came by- Fae with ice magic- and snuck him a love potion and then they had a child, who, might I add, was so talented and intelligent-"
"Ok, we get that you're amazing," Chaol interrupted. Amelia glared at him.
"Actually, I was referring to my twin brother, but I'm glad you think I'm amazing. So, as I was saying, there was a boy and a girl. My father got angry that he had been tricked by my mother and they eventually came to an agreement. They'd never look at each other again, and my mother would keep the children. That night, my father snuck in the house and stole my brother. He was actually aiming for me, but he took what he got, you see. I got abilities from both sides, from Death and my mother but Adrian didn't get any of Death's powers."
"Your brother's name was Adrian?" Dorian asked.
"Yes. And he was a lot better than me at controlling it. Too bad he's dead now."
"How'd you find out that you had a brother if your father stole him?"
"He told me. The damned idiot just showed up randomly and said, 'Hey Amelia. I stole your brother and the only way you'll see him again is if you join me.' I didn't buy it, I didn't believe that I had a twin. I only realised about a week after I started having strange dreams that the bloody scumbag wasn't lying."
"Did you ever-"
"Shut up! This isn't an interview where you can ask me whatever you want! I told you what I've never ever told anyone before, even the king himself! If you're gonna be all arrogant and stupid about it, then I will get you back. Just wait until you're both executed for magic."
"How can you make me be executed for magic?" Chaol asked, crossing his arms.
"Like this." Amelia dropped to the floor, ice spreading around the floor, from Chaol. "No, no! Magic user!" The ice seemed to radiate off him, and he lifted his hand. It shot from his hand, onto her legs so she was trapped. She was even crying, she would've totally convinced anyone who walked in.
"AMELIA!" Celaena shouted as she slammed open the door. Amelia retracted the ice and swore so awfully that Chaol winced. "What did Chaol do?"
"Nothing, don't worry," Amelia said quickly.
"Was it Dorian Or Chaol?"
"Neither. It was me." She raised her hand and ice formed around it. Celaena stumbled back, a hand on her heart as she stuttered.
"A-Amelia, can y-you possibly look into m-minds?" Celaena asked.
"No. Wait, why?"
"No reason. Just, uh, wanna make sure you won't look into the king's plans, that's all."
"Alright then. But are you ok? You seem a little shaken up."
"Fine. It's just, magic kinda freaks me out especially when it's supposed to be gone."
"Fair enough. Anything else?"
"Did you want to come with Nehemia and I for a walk in a few hours?"
"Sure thing. See you then." Amelia smiled as Celaena left and Dorian and Chaol looked at each other.
"You know she's hiding something, don't you?" Chaol asked.
"Most likely the thoughts and memories she has with you. Didn't you see her face? It was bright red."
"But-"
"Would you really like someone looking at all the dirty thoughts in your mind? That's all it was. You of all people should know that, Chaol."
"I-I-"
"Save it. I can always tell what a person's thinking. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go back to the library." Amelia didn't wait and walked away, straight to the library. She grabbed a random history book off the shelf and flicked through the pages until she found something- the Terrasen royal family tree. She studied it, her eyes taking in every detail. Evalin Ashryver and Rhoe Galathynius had a daughter called Aelin. Aelin had been missing for ten years since the disappearance of magic and in a small scribe just above Evalin's name was a small poem. Ashryver eyes. Fairest eyes from legends old, of brightest blue ringed with gold. Those were Celaena's eyes. Celaena was Aelin Galathynius. Celaena was a Queen, the Queen of Fire.