The Queen of Flame and Shadow

Who the Heck are You?

This chapter jumps between people's perspectives (not quite sure how to write it well, so...ya)

Aelin

Everything felt like shit. Her gums ached from the constant retracting of her teeth, and her body felt like one giant bruise from the shifting. If she did not know any better, she would have thought that her skin would be colored in black and blue. As she slowly started to gain consciousness more rapidly, it took her all of a second to realize that she was in a dungeon. It was so dark and cold. The room barley had any shadows. But after years of being one with the dark, she learned not to be afraid. Looks like her luck was spot on once again. Even though she was in her human form, it was a nice reprieve that the shackles she had on were made out of wood as opposed to iron. She had had enough of iron for more than a couple life times. She supposed that her captors did not realize the threat that she posed. How silly of them. She might just have to teach them a lesson or two sometime. As thrilling as that seemed to her, she also understood that she needed to gather more information about where she was, why she was brought to this world, and, even though she hated not knowing, she needed to find out who her jailers were. With that in mind, she began to wait. 

Rhys 

Today was just not his day. The morning started off with a nice cold bed, Feyre was not talking to him at the moment. Next came a thorough thrashing for Cassian in the ring, which came with a heavy dose of ego induced teasing. At least Azriel had the decency to not point his finger and laugh in his face. Why he put up with them, he did not know. So when he was on the balcony and saw a figure crash through his impenetrable wards around Velaris, to say he was not in the mood for it was an understatement. He swiftly got off his ass and winnowed to the thing to see what was going on.  A crowd had already encircled the creature. Even though it looked like a human girl, he could not be sure. For all he knew, it could have been a wolf in sheep's clothing, somewhat like Amren. So that is why, instead of putting her in the dungeons under the house, he decided to put her in the most secure place he knew of: The Prison. 

So he scooped her up and took her down, down, down, into the deepest and darkest place in the prison, right next to the Bone Carver. As he passed, the Bone Carver started to chitter like someone's aunt. 

"Ohh Rhysand, what a prize you have there. Her bones, ah, her bones. They would be such a delight! Can I have a taste, just a little one? You must share her with me."

Pure unadulterated disgust ran through him with the description of what the Carver wanted to do. He said in his most authoritative voice, "Keep your hands to yourself, and be a good boy. Then maybe, and I say maybe, I will get you a bone later." Rhysand loved to talk to ancient beings like they were dogs. 

"Would you like me to sit, maybe roll over for you?" 

"Why that would be marvelous. See, so respectful for your master." With that, Rhysand continued on and placed the creature in the next cell over. After making sure that the shackles were tight enough, and made of Ashwood, he left to go back home and discuss with his Inner Circle what to do next. 

Azriel

Azriel knew that something was amiss. Even though the day seemed like any other, he could just tell that something was wrong. His shadows were more frenzied, as if sensing someone of their kind. This left Azriel feeling confused, because he thought, as far as he knew, he was the only Shadowsinger out there. This left him feeling on edge. It did not help matters that Rhys rounded up the gang mind to mind to discuss something important. 

Azriel was first to arrive, then came Mor, Amren, and last but probably the least, Cassian. 

Rhys was the first one to talk. "So, by a raise of hands, who saw the figure that hurtled through the sky?"