Note: I don't own the Grishaverse. This is just a fanfic of it :)

Warning: Chapter may contain swear words/violence.

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Synopsis: Hundreds of years after the shadow fold is destroyed and the Darkling, killed. Alina Starkov struggles as the treatment of grishas took a turn for the worse. Hunted down by otkazat'syas everywhere, grishas and those who help them were slaughtered one by one. Left with no other choice, Alina must travel back to the past to rewrite history, maybe the Darkling was right after all, the only way that grisha will really have a place in this world was if they ruled through fear. Darklina!fic

Fandom: Grisha Trilogy, Shadow and Bone

Rating: T

Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Language: English

Crossover: no

Category: Books and TV show

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Prologue

With all her might, Alina Starkov has finally destroyed the shadow fold, a curse that has lain upon their land for over 400 years and killed the Darkling, sacrificing her powers to do so.

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All was well at first, the world moved on and Ravka finally began to thrive without the fold separating East from West. Alina was hailed and celebrated as a saint by the people as she and her friends came to be known as brave heroes who have saved the world from the influence of the evil darkling who aimed to use the fold as a weapon against his enemies. Prince Nikolai ascended the throne, unchallenged, as the new tsar of Ravka, making everyone's lives infinitely better as they were ruled by a tsar who could actually rule, one who actually understands the plight of his citizens and thinks for the betterment of his people, for the first time in hundreds of years since Ravka was formed.

Everything was going great, Alina and her friends began to settle down as time passed by. Their problems were mundane and easily fixed. Gisha were finally treated as equals, living peacefully side by side with otkazat'syas who didn't mind their abilities. Things were looking up for everyone.

Until it wasn't.

Alina should've known things were too good to be true.

After 5 years of relative peace, the other shoe finally dropped, and things went very very wrong.

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At first, they didn't notice anything. There were a few disappearances here and there, but not enough to warrant immediate alarm as disappearances were easily explainable by the thick forests that towns and villages where disappearances started were surrounded by. Victims were found with wounds that seemed to be caused by regular forest animals, so they were quickly ruled out as deaths caused by wild animals.

But the deaths didn't stop. The numbers grew more and more.

Soon people began to notice that people who died were grisha, or someone who has close ties with one. Rumors began to spread that there was some sort of curse that the saints sent to punish grisha kind for their witchcraft, and those associated with them are just as guilty of it.

By the time that news reached Alina and Mal in their new home in Keramzin, it was already too late. Tsar Nikolas and Tsaritsa Zoya have been assassinated and usurped by a man who generated lies against grisha, turning the world against grisha once more. This time grisha-kind were treated worse than ever.

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Hunted left right and center, there were no more places safe for grisha-kind. The usurper had forged an alliance with Fjerda, and had ordered the hunting down of grishas. The Shus had captured grishas with renewed vigor, experimenting and cutting them open in attempts to find just how grisha's were able to harness the powers of nature, Leaving grisha's to try seek shelter from the Western nations who also view them as lesser humans. With Kerch selling them as slaves, and people from the Wandering Isle draining them of their blood, believing it to be a medicine with miraculous effects.

Alina and her friends tried their best to fight against it, but fear was at an all time high. A Grisha vs Otkazat'sya war broke out for real. And despite their powers, the grisha slowly but surely began to lose despite all their efforts otherwise, surrounded by enemies at all sides and outnumbered by large margins as they were.

Alina led the war and fought as much as she could. But without her powers, Alina could only watch in horror as her friends and family got slaughtered one by one, their bodies desecrated by their enemies. Even children weren't spared, she found some as young as newborns, unknowingly displaying their powers and being abandoned or killed by their own parents. After trying everything she could to try and make grisha lives better and stop grisha hunting, Alina was forced to admit that Aleksander was right.

The only way the otkazat'sya would be able to coexist with grisha was through fear.

But she realized it too late.

And now grisha-kind was slowly disappearing. Until all that seemingly remained was one.

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An incredibly bitter and ageless Alina, now centuries old, stood on top of a cliff alone. Holding the last thing she had of her friends, other things having been destroyed and burnt by the otkazat'sya. It was a small device fitting the palm of her hand, given to her by her dear friend David shortly before he was killed. It was a device he created that he said would be able to send Alina to her past body, the moment she was first discovered as a sun summoner.

But the use of this device was for the very last resort, as the device came with a huge price. It channels merzost, and in order for it to work, a huge sacrifice must be offered. And there was only one thing that would be powerful enough to charge Alina's return to the past, unraveling the threads of fate and time itself.

The life of every being in the entire world.

Basically, in order to save grisha-kind, Alina would have to make the choice to destroy the world and the very fabric of reality.

She only needs to activate it with the use of her blood.

She was pressing her knife to her palm when she heard a loud rustling behind her, and out came her pursuers who had been chasing her for days.

"Nowhere else to go sankta." the leader said jeeringly, his companions laughing raucously behind him.

Alina smiled thinly, "Not quite," before slicing her palm and quickly filling the middle of the device with her blood.

The device immediately started to glow.

"What is that?" the man sneered, drawing a dagger and coming closer as the rest of the men aimed their rifles at her, "Just give up, witch. None of your pretty little tricks will work, how bout you beg us nicely and maybe we'll make your death swift."

"Her heart will fetch a good price in Kerch." a soldier called out.

"So will her blood in the Isles!" said another.

"I say we offer her head to the Tsar so he could display it on a pike on the palace gates. We'll definitely get an award for that."

"No way, I say we drain her blood then sell her body to the Shu. It would definitely fetch a higher price."

"Heard that?" the leader said, greedily raking his eyes over her.

Alina only smiled as the device grew even brighter.

"Shut it down," the man said once more, though there was now a hint of wariness in his tone. "Are you deaf? I said, shut it down, Shu bitch."

Instead, Alina threw her knife at him hitting him in the shoulder as he attempted to dodge. His men immediately fired at her. Riddling her with bullets, but Alina barely felt it. She fell to the forest ground with the smile not slipping off her face. It was done.

The men all yelled at each other in panic, someone kicked her hard, but she could barely feel or hear them, all her focus remained on David's little device beside her steadily glowing brighter and brighter. Glowing the familiar brightness of pure sunlight she used to wield.

The world exploded with a searing burst of light.

And the next thing Alina saw when it eventually faded was the shocked faces of the skiff crew from the very first time she entered the Fold, before her world fully went black.

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