I'm changing the story to past tense from now on cause it's easier.For this story, Amren did not turn into the thing that she is, so she still has her-self inside the body if you know what I mean. :)

Feyre

I looked around at the crowd that has formed around the area. I was not expecting this when I said I wanted to know whether or not I would be killed by some weird thing during my sleep.

"Ok, we'll do this one by one," Rhys said, taking control like always. "You first," he said pointing at the largest one in the group.

"Rowan is the name," the man replied. He tilted his head to the side and a circle of wind formed in front of him. It slowly speed up to for a mini hurricane. The man then shifted form into a hawk, a white-tailed hawk to be exact.

"Now you," Rowan said, pointing at Rhys once he was back into his Fae body. Rhys smirked and suddenly the area was pitch black. The darkness slowly cleared to show Rhys with his wings out. Then he winnowed over to me an the campers gasped. Rhys smiled at me before folding his wings in.

"Next," my mate spoke. The girl with brown hair stepped forward and before I knew it I was standing in front of a replica of Rhys. Then she changed again to look like me. She then made herself into a winged creature that could be recognised as a dragon. The campers awed at the show of talent.

The girl turned into her normal self. "Your turn," the lady said pointing at Amren.

"Um, no. Sorry but I don't want to kill everyone," she spoke. This responded with confused looks.

"I showed you mine, now it's your turn," she persisted.

"How about I explain the simplest I can . I was kept in this high security prison thing for a few millennium by some ancient dudes, I escaped by binding myself to a Fae body.I'm like some creature from another realm that slipped through into Prythian when it was forming. Only Rhys can set me free from this body cause he knows the spell how to. But that would be catastrophic, you know having a really old thing running around killing everything. There was a reason I was kept in a prison," she said grinning.

"Ok, how about you too?" She compromised, indicating at Azriel and Cassian.

"I'm just a big strong Illyrian, that can siphon a shield and could beat your ass," Cassian said.

"You keep dreaming," The girl with gold eyes and white hair replied.

"I'm-" Azriel started to speak.

"EVERYONE QUIET!" Rhys screamed, "Azriel is talking." he continued as if it was the most important thing in the world.

"I'm a Illyrian shadowsinger so I can move in shadows without being seen. Also winnow," he demonstrated by going over to the other side of area and back, "feel and hear things that others can't, like your broken heart," he said pointing at Rowan. Rowan surprisingly growled a little.

"I'm your friendly neighborhood witch that likes to drink blood straight from the flesh," the women with the white hair said.

"Same," Amren replied. The witch flashed her a grin before continuing.

"Iron claws and teeth, and I am faster as well as stronger than your average human. Oh, and I have a friend called Abroxus whose this Wryven that I ride," she said simply.

"My names Morrigan, call me Mor. Also I can winnow and have the power of Truth." I smile at Mor telling her she did a good job.

"Dorian, I have raw magic, so pretty much anything like wind, ice, fire, even shapeshift if I really concentrated," the boy said briefly.

"Yrene, and I use magic to heal people," Yrene said.

"Chaol, I'm nothing but a human solider," he said.

"Aedion, just a demi-fae warrior," he said.

"Feyre," I started, "and I have the power of all seven courts, so I can make bright lights and do dark things. My blood heals people, I can shift when concentrated, fire, ice, wind are all things I can control. Also, I can winnow and am a daemati," I showed each ability as I said them.

"The most powerful Fae I know," Rhys said proudly.

"You've never seen Aelin in action," Rowan said competitively. I was about to ask who that was when Yrene spoke.

"Well now that's over, let's build a cabin," Yrene said. I smiled, she seems so nice and innocent compared to the accompaniment that she keeps with her.