Hey guys. Yet again, another chapter of a ToLaH. So here we go!

Chaol Westfall:

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

Manon Blackbeak:

I tucked myself in tighter, and felt myself picking up speed.

"Rowan!" I roared, and felt him help me get some more speed.

I also saw him soar past me, but not as a hawk. He was back in his Fae form. I balked, and Abraxos flew past and caught me in his massive claws. He threw me back up, and I flipped myself around, and twisted myself into the saddle. I grabbed the reins, and hauled his head to the right and down, and we half fell, half controlled plummeted down, following after Rowan.

Rowan Whitethorn:

I kept pushing myself excessively, and could feel my powers draining slowly, but I couldn't, I wouldn't let myself stop. I choked on the well of emotions as they rose. In the distance, I could hear roaring that sounded like the owner was in pain, but I didn't care just then. I neared Aelin, and outstretched my arms, eyes squinted in focus and pain, but I just had to grab her, and then would she be alright. I stretched my arms out further, straining them in my haste to get her, and I just kept on pushing and pushing my power in my favour.

I had a mind wave, and slowed myself down, and spaced myself out like a star. Then I pushed all the power I was using into slowing Aelin's fall, and making her hover there. Just to be safe, I made a little snow cloud for her to rest on whilst I got her. When everything was in place, a few blows of wind enabled me to stand safely next to her. Billowing gusts of wind danced with my hair and I looked up to come face to face with Abraxos and Manon.

Manon dismounted and stepped carefully onto the cloud. I patted Abraxos' scale neck, and he huffed in my face back to me. I laughed a breathy laugh and wiped away the little sprays of snot off my face before turning to face Aelin again. I found Manon bent over her, and starting to pick her up.

"No," I said. "Leave her down. I can heal her."

Manon looked at me out of the corner of her eyes and spoke in a dry voice. "Last time you tried to help her, you nearly killed me."

I shook my head. "I was out of control, and I'm sorry." Manon opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off. "How bad are her injuries?"

Manon looked away. "Bad," She whispered under her breath.

"Then there is my point," I continued. "If we take any longer, than she will probably die of blood loss. Granted, yes, she has quick healing powers of the Fae, but they must be quiet serious if they haven't already healed."

Manon blanched, and then quickly tried to hide it. "Ok. Fine." She said. "But after, we're still going to get her checked out by the healer."

I nodded, and moved to Aelin's side. There, I knelt, and channeled all my energy and magic into healing her. It took a while, because of the severity of the wounds and some of them made my blood boil. Some, but not all, if they were taken out on a human, would have been instantly fatal. Even to some Fae, they would have been killed instantly. So I quickly set about to healing those wounds, and then moved onto the lesser wounds.

The entire process took about twenty minutes, but as soon as I finished, I sank back, exhausted. Manon left a few minutes ago, off on some errand that the Bitch Queen had summoned up for her to do. I could feel the snow cloud slowly melting off, and I knew that I had to hurry. I stood up slowly and was hit by a bout of dizziness. I swayed unsteadily, and toppled off to one side. I crumpled on the impact, and the cloud move. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth together. A hand landed on my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to find burning turquoise eyes mirroring mine.

"Aelin," I breathed, before a sphere of fire formed around us. I started in surprise as I felt the fire lift us up, and also as I fell unconscious.

Manon Blackbeak:

I stormed down the descending stairs, coming away from the airborne stables used to house the wyvern's of the Thirteen. My fury was aimed at none other then that bitch-faced, shit born excuse of a queen, Maeve. My thoughts raged at what I would do to her when she found out that my patience for her was running out, and when Aelin, Rowan and my plans came into action. A wicked smile curved my lips up. Ohhhh yes, I thought. Maeve's suffering will be one I enjoy immensely. A servant saw me coming down towards him as the stairs ended, and scurried away at the look on my face.

"You." I snapped. The servant halted immediately, the scent of fear filling my nostrils, and his quivering entertaining me thoroughly. "Where is Maeve?" I snarled.

The shaking worsened. "Sh – she retired to her rooms, Lady Manon," The servant stuttered.

I smiled murderously at the servant who nearly pissed themselves. "Good," I nodded. "Now go get food for Abraxos. Or else Maeve might need to find a few replacements and holes for some bodiless heads." Now the servant pissed their pants. I curled my lip at them, which had the servant running for the hills in fear.

I chuckled loud enough for them to hear, the laugh echoing down the corridor. I then turned the other way, and sprinted in the direction of Maeve's chambers. I got there within a minute and a half, and stopped outside the tall oak doors. They were oak brown, with carvings of tall trees with thorn bushes below. The carvings were in intricate detail, but yet they were too artistic for my bloodthirsty taste. I was breathing normally from the brief jog, and I then shoved open the oak doors. I stepped into the room and pricked my ears. She wasn't in this room, but there were noises coming from the room on my left. I stalked over to that door, ignoring my surroundings, and pressed an ear against the door.

I could hear rustling material, maybe bedsheets, and creaking wood. A low, masculine moan came from the inside, followed my a feminine gasp of delight. I narrowed my eyes in concentration. Shuffling came from inside, and then I stood up. I put my hand on the handle, waited for a second, readjusted my black cloak to hide the riding leathers, flipped my hood up, unsheathed Windcleaver, before storming inside, and sucked in a quick breath. I took in detail as quickly as I could. Bedroom. Maeve. Naked. Human man. Also naked. Clothes thrown over floor. Maeve and man under sheets. Curtains closed. Shocked faces. I narrowed my eyes to slits. A name came to my head for the naked man. The King of Adarlan.

I spun on my heels and sprinted out of Maeve's rooms and ran back to Abraxos. I reached his stall, quickly grabbing his saddle, reins and our packs, tacked him up hastily, threw in a woollen cloak for extra warmth, mounted Abraxos and guided him towards the flight pavilion, not before grabbing the emergency pack of supplies outside his stall as we past. Then without looking back, I nudged Abraxos' scaly sides, and we were airborne, heading towards a secret outcropping where Aelin, Rowan and I met up for emergencies. As we circled around Maeve's kingdom in case of pursuing Fae, I let out roaring wyvern calls, our groups signal to go to our outcrop straight away, no matter what.

Then, happy that I had made a decent signal, I angled Abraxos towards our mountain get away.