We stepped into an ornate banquet hall. Amren continued to not look me in the eye as she walked through the home. No words were shared from the time my sister last spoke to now as we entered the sprawling room. I had been in this home many times, been in this exact room time and time before. Before Rhysand was a thought, I had walked these halls with those that lived here long before. There were subtle changes like that of the decor, but the bones held the same power that it had when I had shared memories here with my sister and her lover.

"Please, do sit. Tell us who you are and why you are here." Rhysand, the current High Lord said. He was hard to read and the blockade that surrounded his mind was marvelous. His disposition edged on regal, with a touch of more than darkness but that of rage and power. I could smell the power that imminated off of him from the second that I set eyes on him. Momentarily, I wondered if he had traits of the Gods that we knew. He called the small woman beside him, Feyre and his High Lady and I saw the wedding markings on both of their skins. In addition to the power that I could smell, Feyre steamed with territorial pheromones. I doubt that she would let Rhysand out of her sight to preform acts like that of many married gods before him.

Knowing that I would let me sister lead the conversation of our identities, I continued to watch the group surrounding us.

"Selene and I do come from the underworld originally. We have been to this land many many times, but it has been a very long time since we last visited. I.." She briefly trailed as she was finding the words to explain her relationship with that of one of the previous high lords. "I had an established mutual agreement with one of your forefathers, Arrhius."

Amren barked a laugh as I saw her get up from her chair nearest the door. She quickly glided to the door and before anyone in the room could blink, I was standing nose to nose with her in front of the door. She took in a quick breathe and I a split second of fear came forth from her, but was quickly masked by a hard exterior.

"Move." She said to me simply. I did not move my eyes from her glare as I spoke.

"You are high fae now, I see. Interesting. You could not compete with me at your best, so I very highly doubt that you can hold a candle to me now in your lesser form. I would sit if I were you." I said cooly and watched her exit the space before me and land in her seat with a thud.

A sharp gasp from Feyre caught my attention, as I manifested back to my sitting position. The room filled with tension and severe unease, this time it was my sister who sent a warm wave of relief to the room as she spoke. "Please excuse Selene, she exhibits much more of our grandfathers than I would like for her to." She said pointedly sending a sharp thorn into my mental space. What she did not say out loud, but only in our thoughts, Dear Gods, Sel! Stop. We must not alarm then more than we already have. Behave. She warned me.

"Grandfathers?" One of the warriors questioned. His hair was tied in a knot on the back of his head. He, much like Rhysand was marvelous to look at. The skin that many hero's before him have worn, tan skin with dark features. He was an Illyrian, that was obvious.

"Yes, we have a complicated history, but our mother was Melinoe. She was the daughter of Persephone, Hades and Zeus. Our father's blood line originated from the lands of Prithian, long before it was Prithian. What you now call Illiryians and from the god Ares." My sister began the schpeal that I had heard many times before and it bored me.

"So you're gods?" The other warrior who I had not heard speak until now.

"No, it's more complicated than that. We are not Goddesses, but also not not Goddesses. Think of us as an imbetween place between you all and Gods." Maia tried to find the words to fill the space. "We both have been blessed with immortality and have lived for nearly two thousand years. As Amren mentioned, we do reside in the underworld typically, but we are not stuck their indefinitely."

"So you have came here to…?" Feyre questioned Maia. I could see on her face that she was trying to take all of this in. She looked so young, but yet fit into regality very well.

"Warn you." I said. "How old are you? You look so young." I said as she turned to me. When her eyes met mine and it appeared that she was not fond of my presence. I saw Rhysand stiffen beside her. There was a moment between her verbal answer that I could tell for a split second that she shared the same gift as my sister and I. She was speaking to the High Lord in a voice that was only meant to be heard between the minds shared in the room. The mental barricades for all of those present in the room were immaculate and fitting for each individual, but unfortunately not strong enough for my many years of experience

Out in the open, please. I mentally purred and the shock that rocked each of the individuals sitting in the room besides Maia and myself was laughable.

"How did you do that?" Feyre spat. I felt the room grow deeply uneasy. I did not look to my sister, but could tell that she was annoyed but had a slight breath of amusement.

Sel, please. Let me finish. I would like to go home as soon as possible. I don't want to spend anymore time wandering these halls than necessary. Maia said to me mentally. While playing with them has been great fun, she was filled with hurt and that was of far greater significance than any other matter at hand.

"I apologize. I won't do that again. Please do keep what we are going to say out in the open so we do not have to enter your minds again."

And then the door flung open, "Why is everyone in here?" A women who could rival Aphrodite yelled jokingly. Our eyes met and I felt every ounce of pain, remorse, happiness, love, fear and lust from her life in a brief moment. Her golden hair was curled and fell neatly past her shoulders to her back. The red velvet dress she wore clung to her porcelain skin making her look the divine feminine form embodied. While I was no stranger to attraction, I had not felt this draw towards someone in many lifetimes. Her posture stiffened with confusion and slight worry as she glanced between my sister and I. She looked toward Rhysand and Feyre briefly before once again locking eyes with me. I shifted in my chair, resting my elbow on the arm rest and putting my fist to my mouth.

What is going on with you? Maia asked hesitantly. It had been so long since she had seen me feel this way, so long that I think she may have forgotten what it looked like on me. So long, that I may have forgotten even.

I'm well, please continue. I was not well and she knew it, but continued speaking without further question.

"Hello. I am Maia and this is my sister Selene."

"Morrigan," the beautiful women replied. She once again looked to both Rhysand and Feyre and then momentarily to me and ending with one of the warriors.

Morrigan. That seems so fitting for someone of her caliber.

"As my sister said, we are here to warn you of a great danger coming from a dark place. We are sure that you are aware of the Black Lands. The once queen that no longer has power is plotting. We cannot tell you how she will attempt to take these lands, but it is coming. We only know because of the souls that we see in her aftermath."

Morrigan. Morrigan. Morrigan. I purred to myself before snapping out of my stupor quickly. What was happening to me? Has it been so long that I have had feelings of arousal that I am so overtaken by them?

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" The warrior with his hair tied back quickly stammered. The scent of worry and fear quickly filled the room at the moment Maia mentioned the Black Lands.

"Cassian!" Rhysand snapped at the male.

"It's a fair question." The other warrior who I now noticed looked at Morrigan in a way that denoted more than friends. I don't want to say that I heated angrily at the thought, but it would untrue if I did not. At second glance, he was desperately trying to not steal glances at Maia. She, of course was unbeknownst to this fact, but my heightened senses noticed this.

"Azriel, is right." Morrigan said. Her voice sounded like the feeling of warm sand on your skin as you lay by the warm waters. Dear Gods, I needed to regain some sense of self. What was going on. It must be this realm, I haven't been here in ages that my body is unable to catch up.

"You are right to question us. I know that you it would be stupid of us to believe that you would take our word at first. Please let us show you." Maia said. Her pale skin reached out a hand to me on the table. While we came from the same bloodlines, and were birthed only minutes apart we were very opposite of one another. My olive skin was starkly different than hers, lighter than all of the Illyrian males in the room though. Her hand was warm as we waited for Rhysand to guesture for us to continue.

Both he and Feyre gave a slight nod for us to continue. So we did.

We showed the the souls of those that were ravaged at the hands of the queen of the black lands. The devastation to that that did not bow to her and the terror that she reign on those that did. The palpable fear and stench of death filled the minds of all sitting at the table.

"Why is this happening?" Feyre asked as we let go of all of their minds. I could feel each person reeling, until Rhysand sat up noticeably straighter.

"They don't know either." His voice was even. He understood that while we had no way to tell the reason of what was going on, that we saw the aftermath. "You knew my father. Maia. There was a woman he briefly mentioned when he was explaining mating." He paused for a moment, appearing worried as if he had said too much.

Maia did not move a single muscle, but I could feel her soul brace for impact as he spoke. Her and I both knew what he was speculating at. His father was my sisters lover.

"He explained that your mate was not always the person that you desired the greatest." He said with a hint of pain in his eyes.