Hey guys, so I know you all wanted a Nessian chapter since I posted the Elucien one and since in the last chapter, I did mention of them going off to visit the Illyrian camps, I thought it would be just nice to write a chapter of their trip there. REMINDER: Remember to send in reviews, any reviews are appreciated, be it critical or just to say what you thought of the chapter. Thank you!

Nesta was pissed. She hid it well, only nodding when they had planned for her and Cassian to go together to the Illyrian camps when she was actually fuming inside. She already had had to deal with him when he was drowning in his own personal torment after he lost his wings. The Day Court hadn't yet sent the cure and she was getting suspicious that they hadn't started on it yet. She was frustrated with him- just as she had gotten to understand him a little, his demeanour would change and go back to that snarky Illyrian she had kicked in the balls.

They would leave for the Illyrian camps the same morning Rhys, Feyre, Elain and Lucien left for Vallahan. She had protested when they had asked Elain to come with them, although she backed off when Elain pleaded and told her that she needed to come, that it would be much better for them and for herself. That morning had arrived and a servant by the name of Cerridwen had gave her Illyrian fighting gear to dress in, a gift from Feyre. Another servant by the name of Erinna had also been there to help her get dressed but Nesta had refused her help, preferring to dress on her own instead. She was now rejecting that decision, struggling to pull on the outfit.

"Damn these Illyrians," She muttered, annoyed.

Her annoyance was riling her up and she took in deep breaths to calm herself down, knowing what would happen if she didn't. She finally got the outfit on and sank down onto the bed. She refused to acknowledge the bed as hers- nor did she acknowledge that Velaris or the Fae lands had become her home.

The irritation hadn't completely gone. Tearing her eyes away from the outfit she now wore, she focused her attention on a dresser on the far side of her room. Narrowing her eyes at it, she clenched her fists. Almost immediately, the top of the dresser started to vibrate and shake. Shuddering, she withdrew her magic from it, getting up and running a hand through her hair.

She took in deep breaths once more, trying to calm herself down. She had discovered her powers around the same time Elain had, just kept it to herself. She still remembered exactly what had happened.

"Nesta~" Elain called out from the living room of the cabin. They had been brought into this cabin by that blond haired fae- Morrigan, was it? Something about her and Rhysand being cousins.

"Yes, Elain?" Nesta asked, tearing her eyes away from the paintings around the cabin. Feyre's. A pang of homesickness tore through her, but she pushed it down and headed into the living room to see what her sister had called her there for.

She gasped when she entered and Elain saw it in her eyes at the confusion Nesta had at the moment.

"Nesta, it's my powers. It's beautiful," Elain said, an attempt to calm Nesta down from doing anything dramatic.

The whole wall behind Elain was covered in peonies. Peonies of every shade and colour imaginable decorated it and some were still blooming, their vines snaking past the entire room and then through tiny gaps in the ceiling.

Nesta couldn't contain her shock and confusion from words. "Elain- what is this?"

"It's my powers. Remember when Mor told us that us being made into High Fae meant that we could have powers like the other High Fae? This is it, Nesta. It's unnerving, true, but they have beauty in a way, you have to admit that," Elain said, her eyes glinting with excitement.

"I understand, Elain, but these powers- they're dangerous. And these powers originated from the fae we vowed always to despise. They're unnatural, Elain, you shouldn't be playing around with them," Nesta chastised.

Elain looked as if she wanted to say more and she did. She wanted to say that her powers, of Mother Nature were not unnatural in the slightest, nor were they dangerous unless she wanted them to be. And she would never use her powers in that way, unless if it was for defence. But she kept quiet instead, nodding and started to raise her hand to make the flowers wilt. Nesta stopped her before she could. "Leave them. You'll only be using more of your powers."

She turned her back on Elain and left the living room and walked into the room she slept in. Shutting the door behind her, she felt like screaming and shouting at everything she could see, even at non-living things.

Her sister- already harbouring the powers of the wicked species she hated. And her- if what that Morrigan had said was true that would mean she had a chance of getting these powers too.

Her anger grew and she just wanted to hit something, exert her anger on something, anything. She screamed through her hands covering her mouth, feeling the pure rage spiralling through her and escaping through something in her body. Almost at once, she felt the ground shake beneath her feet- an earthquake. Gasping, she righted herself and when she calmed down, the rumbles stopped.

"Nesta, Nesta!" Elain cried out, knocking on her door multiple times. "Are you alright?"

Gasping and gulping, Nesta steadied herself and replied Elain. "I'm fine, nothing's wrong. Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Was that- an earthquake?"

"I have no idea, just, please Elain, go. I'm fine if you're fine."

She heard Elain's footsteps starting to walk down the hallway, faltering and then starting up again. To test her theory, she tried to make the bed shake like the earthquake that had just happened. She burnt it down instead.

Of course, that had been all before Azriel had come to the cabin and suggest that Elain train with her powers and feel natural with it instead, also stating that her powers were the direct opposite of unnaturalness and that if she didn't use it, her mind would slowly deteriorate and she would go insane. After that day, she had tested out her powers again, many times and had deduced that they came from natural disasters. The earthquake, burning the bed down, even once causing wind whipping around the room- all natural disasters.

Shaking all those thoughts from her mind, she prepared herself and went out of the room.

xXx

Mor had winnowed them there, linking herself to Cassian as in case anything happened, she would know and come back to bring them back. Nesta thought it was because she didn't trust the Illyrians in the camps due to Cassian losing his wings. She knew how much they prized their wings there and would probably provoke or tantalize Cassian on his lack of wings, although he still had his seven siphons to back him up.

They both sensed each other's' nervousness as they neared the Illyrians' camp. Nesta knew herself that they would have to get to the housing area in the camp that Cassian had told her about soon or she would snap if irritated by any Illyrians passing by them.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. A male Illyrian stalked down towards them, flanked by three others.

Outnumbered. The first thought that flickered into Nesta's mind.

Annoying brats. The first thought that flickered into Cassian's minds.

"Lord Devlon." Cassian greeted dryly.

"Is our High Lord not here today?" He said, eyes flickering to the back of Cassian. "And I thought those were just rumours. What a shame for your wings. I assume the space for Commander is open now, hmm, seeing as you're not exactly fit for the job," He continued, smirking.

Nesta growled at the same time as Cassian. Devlon's eyes flickered over to her, eyes raking her up and down. "Are you each collecting different pets now?"

Nesta spoke before Cassian could. "Are we resorting to middle school insults now?" She asked, grinning.

Devlon blinked, clearly taken aback. "And who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter. All you need to know is that I'm mildly annoyed right now and wish for you to get out of our way," She replied, not missing a beat.

Devlon shared looks with the other three Illyrians before bursting into laughter. "Yeah, right. What are you going to do?"

Cassian cut in this time. "As much as I'm enjoying this chitchat, we're tired from our trip and of you. So go on now, clear out our High Lord's mother's house. We'll be staying there from now on."

Devlon raised an eyebrow. "Like I said before, my top warriors are occupying it. And without your wings, you wouldn't even be considered as good as them, so what makes you think you even deserve to stay there?"

Cassian grinned, a wild and beautiful thing on his face. "Wouldn't you like to know." He said, flexing his hands, siphons gleaming.

Devlon's face paled for a moment before regaining confidence and colour. "Whatever," He said. "We'll clear it out."

As they passed by them, she heard one of them, Devlon or any of the other Illyrians spit at them and mutter "Lapdogs."

Nesta had been worried about this for a very long time and how she would react to it. She had been afraid that she would snap as she did know how not using her magic would cause her mind to go a tiny bit crazy, demanding for release. This was the only reason she used her powers a little every day although something in her demanding for more, craved for more. That was the only reason, she told herself later, that she had exploded in front of them.

Snarling, she had unleashed a part of her power on the four Illyrians, causing a mini tornado to whip around them, flinging them back and the ground to crack and jut up as they landed painfully.

They all cursed, getting up quickly and staring at Nesta with shock and now with fear. She felt Cassian's confusion beside her but he hid it well and smiled back at the four of them, slinging an arm around her waist and walked, quickly, away from them to the side of a building a few meters ahead of them, where he turned her around to face him, questioning her.

"When did it start?" He demanded.

Nesta was still shaking, shivering from what she had done. Cassian noticed and released her, taking a step back.

"A while ago," She muttered.

"How long was a while ago?"

"Around a few days after our stay in the cabin," She said, "The same time when Elain discovered her own powers."

Cassian hissed, running a hand through his hair. "That was two months ago, Nesta. You hid this from everybody? Does anyone else know?"

She shook her head.

"Cauldron, Nesta. Do you know what would happen to you if you don't use that power? And from what we've both just seen, that power is much more powerful than what Elain can do. It can drain you completely, Nesta, how could you be so careless?"

"I know what would happen if I didn't use my powers! It's not like I didn't, only in small amounts."

Cassian still looked pissed as hell, but when he spoke this time, his tone was softer. "You could have gone insane."

"I know. And I'm not, am I?"

Cassian rolled his eyes. "No, you're not. But that doesn't mean you're going to go through using your power in small amounts again. I'm going to train you, and…" He added when he saw the look on her face, "You're not going to object."

Nesta scowled. "And if I don't want to?"

"No, you'll do it. Because I have an idea," He said, his eyes gleaming. "You're going to train… and you're going to help me train the female Illyrians."