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Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath it.
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Abella, daughter of the High Lord of Spring is called the life of spring in her court. She is beloved by her people, and cherished by her family. She grew up silently lear...
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My mind began swirling and the floor underneath me started to disappear. The information was overwhelming. I believed him; I knew from the moment the captor took me that I had to have been different. But I didn't know what being a God entailed. My powers were already growing out of hand and I knew that I needed training. And if Nyx was part of deciding what was going to happen in the world, then we are going to shit.
"Ho-how what." I stumbled through my words finally landing on "I don't understand."
"That sounds like a personal problem." The bone carver said and flicked his wrist. "But if that's everythin-"
"No." I cut him off taking a few daring steps towards the old god who was wearing my appearance. "I need your help." On the inside I was trembling saying these words, I didn't know what asking for his help meant, but he was the only one I could ask.
"My help?" He questioned, the face that he was wearing blurred a bit before coming back into focus. He then nodded his head. "I have given you your answers now leave."
"No." I refused again, taking another bold step towards him. "You're the only one that has given me any sort of answers. And you're the only god that I know of existing in this realm. You said that Nyx was Malice's protégé, then make me yours. If you want to join me when I rise to power than you will help me rise to power." The authority in my voice surprised myself.
The bone carver slowly smiled, the grin growing wider and wider until I thought his cheeks would tear at the sides. "My Goddess." He said bowing at the waste, slightly mocking me. "I am in no way fitting to be a life goddess's teacher, but if it is help that you want then it is help that you will receive. I make no promises that you will enjoy my instructions." He took a moment looking me over, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I will see you in the spring court."
He disappeared leaving me, Rhysand and Feyre alone in his cell. I slowly turned to face them, wordlessly they both wrapped an arm around me and guided us out of the prison.
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Rhysand and Feyre had told me that I didn't need to stay for dinner if I didn't want to. After talking with the bone, I wanted too. The bone carvers' words gave me a suspicion that my mom hadn't been truthful to me about how I came into this world, and I didn't want to face that right now. I needed a night, to forget everything that had been haunting me, and will be haunting me. What better place than the night court to spend it.
Feyre clung to me throughout the day, to a point where I was a bit concerned for her. She insisted on taking me to her personal wardrobe to get dressed for dinner and gifted me with dresses and jewelry from their family's heirloom. I refused her gifts at first. How could I accept them when yesterday I had stabbed her son 3 times, all in an attempt to kill him. But when I gazed into her eyes, I saw that a part of her needed this. So, I took them with a smile on my face.
