Aelin was leaning on the railing overlooking the spring court. She noticed rowan and me and turned. "it's beautiful here, but as Peyton said, we need to go home." She smiled and motioned for us to come closer. "Rowan, can you get everything ready, and set up the portal while I talk to Peyton." He nodded and walked back into the castle. "Do you remember what happened?" she asked me. "I just learned that Amarantha died, how long was she here?" I asked. "Two days. Do you know who killed Feyre and Lucien?" she asked, turning to look at the view again, I joined her. "Amarantha?" I supposed. She nodded. "Tamlin is heartbroken. I know the feeling." She stared off to nowhere. "You didn't get the chance to mourn Sam." I put a hand on her shoulder; she winced and backed away from me. "I'm…sorry." I said. "No, its ok, you just… scared me." I knew she was lying. "You didn't get a chance to mourn Locke either. I guess you and I aren't too different after all." She looked at me. "You and I are more different than black is to white." I said. "But black and white may be opposites, but they are always associated together, and they match everything." She laughed. I let out a laugh. "Come on its time to go home." She sat up straight and stretched her arms, _"Oh no you don't."_ "Aelin!" I screamed as she was thrown off the edge of the castle.
I watched her fall, as I heard her body hit the ground with a sickening crack I swore. "What have I done?" I breathed. Rowan was out into the courtyard as soon as he heard the sound I heard. He ran to her and help her hand. I could hear him, crying. I backed up from the edge. I need help.
I ran down the stairs. When I reached the room I could still hear the nothingness from inside. I didn't knock and opened the door. "Tamlin." I said. He was sitting upright in the bed, staring at the empty spot beside him. "leave." A growl so low I barely understood it. "Tamlin, I need your help." I pleaded. He was upon me in an instant, his hand lifted my off the ground by my face. "And why should I help you?" he growled again. "Because." I choked. "Someone, something is inside me. I can't stop it!" he dropped me, this time I didn't fall to you ground. I merely stood. "Don't act coy with me. You should be dead. Unless," he stared at me. "Do you remember what you did?" he asked. "No, nothing. The last thing I remember is a snapping noise after the flutter of wings in my head." I explained. "Amarantha controlled you." He said. My eyes widened. "Then why don't I remember?" I asked. "Because the spell was broken by force, not by favor. When she was killed the spell broke, meaning you lost all memory of what happened." How did he know so much? Has this happened before? "Will I get them back?" I asked. "I don't know, something will remind you of them, and you will get epics, or all of them at once." He sighed and frowned at me. "do I want to know how she died?" I asked. "no." he frowned. I nodded. "I wont ask. Are you going to help me?" I asked quietly. "yes." He replied, looking back at the bed one more time.