Hello All!
This is my very first story so please don't judge me too harshly. I'd appreciate feedback and constructive feedback on my writing. Also I have no Beta Reader, I'm doing all the grammar formatting myself. I am human, there will be some mistakes. Although if anyone would like to become my beta reader for this work, I'd love that :)
Obviously this is not owned my me, it belongs to Sarah J. Maas. The quotes in Italics are from the book itself.
The last thing Feyre remembered was the ripple of Rhys's power through her as she forged the fragments of the Cauldron back together. The silence was overpowering, a scream broke through the air. As she beheld the unmoving body of her mate; she begged anyone or anything listening to bring him back. Feyre clung to the tattered remains of the mating bond willing Rhys to hold on. The silence was deafening, everything felt as if it were underwater. Darkness slowly encompassed her vision. She barely felt the sensation of her body falling; and the impact of hitting the earth.
I jolted awake to the sun high in the sky and soreness coursing throughout my body. I blinked the darkness from my eyes and saw the figure of Tamlin walking in front of me. I suppressed a shiver as I glared at his back. My senses felt dulled, and the colors drab. A vast emptiness fell over me, but I couldn't quite grasp why. The source of the emptiness eluded me. Where was I? What was happening? It came rushing back to me... forging the cauldron back together…Rhysand's death… Is Rhys still dead? Where was I? How had Tamlin found me? I looked down and saw that my body lacked the unnatural strength and grace that I was so used to. My hands were rough and calloused. I reached up to feel my ears still expecting to feel the dainty points, but instead felt the roundedness of human ears. Surprise flooded through me and almost knocked me off the horse. A distant memory floated from the depths of my brain, breaking past the wall that I had placed around my memories of Tamlin. Memories of killing Andreas and being brought to Pyrthian, and of falling in love…. And the nightmares, and of finding my mate. My mate...
Was I being given a second chance? Had I gone back in time? Was there a chance I could save Rysand? My thoughts were whipping into a frenzy but the gate swung open, breaking me from my whirlwind of questions. My horse followed Tamlin's retreating figure through the gate. And just as I remembered, the estate sprawled out over the rolling green hills. Balconies dappled with sunlight. But all I could think about was the darkness hidden behind these walls. There were thorns waiting to choke out all other life. Danger lurked behind the perfect facade. I forced a look of awe on my face as I took in the sights. But quickly tamped it down when Tamlin looked at me, I was playing a part. Although not much of it was acting, I deeply hated him for what he had done to my mate and how he had trapped me. I let my scent be drenched with my hatred of him. Most of our interaction that day was a haze. The memory of first meeting Lucian flashed through my mind as the front doors opened. I needed to win him over, Lucian was an important ally later on.
I lingered in the threshold drinking in the food laid out on the table. I seethed inwardly at the display of wealth. His subjects were starving; and yet he lined his tables with food in an attempt to win over a human. I barely remembered to act scared when Tamlin transformed in front of me. I thought of Amrantha. I thought of Eris and the lake as Lucian and I escaped. Soon my scent was drenched with fear and my heartbeat raced. Another male entered the room, Lucien. I forced the recognition off my face as soon as I saw him. His russet eye widened in surprise when he glanced at me. "Your joking?" "That scrawny thing brought down Andras with a single ash arrow?" That bastard I thought fondly. I stepped forward into the room and opened my mouth and shut it quickly. If I began to act out of character would my actions impact the timeline? Would it diverge from the original if I tried to change too much? There were some things I wanted to change, some things I wanted to prevent from happening. But how would that affect my new timeline? With those thoughts traveling through my mind I stopped myself from speaking. Alis materialized and led me to my room.
Once Tamlin bid me good evening I barricaded myself in my room. I began to make a mental plan. I daren't risk writing anything down in case it fell into the wrong hands. Human minds could easily be broken into, it was important for me to keep my plotting to myself. That night I began strengthening my defenses and thickening the walls around my brain. I rose those shields up and down adding a layer after each time. A dark wall of adamant forming brick by brick. I wasn't sure how strong my defenses would be as a human, but I needed to safeguard my information against Amrantha and her cronies. Slowly my body began to feel heavy as the events of the past few days hit me in full force. I drifted off into a deep sleep thinking and planning about what was to come.
To be continued!