Worlds Collide

Death On Swift Wings

ISN'T THIS ART, AMAZING?!!!

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Darkness. That was all I knew. Darkness had become a familiar friend, one who had carried me for years of my existence. Even before this gods forsaken coffin, darkness had led my path, carried me through life. It nurtured me like a mother, stayed by my side like a friend, held me like a lover. It's caress was one I was familiar with, and one that could never be forgotten. 

Death was another loyal companion, who had guided me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, and blackening my heart until it was nothing but ash. Death had tainted my soul, rotting it. The stench of death had always lingered around me, around my home, even as perfumes and flowers rushed to cover the smell of decay. 

These were the only two things I knew as I lay in the iron coffin, no longer the princess who loved her kingdom very much, but the hollow, broken girl who stared at nothing, felt nothing. Who was whipped and cut apart and stitched back together every day. Waiting for the healers in white to heal me--guardian angels is what they looked like, so clean and white, pristine, compared to the dark dungeon that held me captive. 

Healing all my wounds, until I was a blank canvas, ready to be painted red again, a masterpiece waiting, anticipating it's master. That's what I was; broken. They tried to torture the information out of me, bringing me to the brink of insanity and death. Little did they know, that death and I had been acquianted since the beginning of my existence, and that when it finally came to greet me, collect me, I would welcome it with open arms, like a long lost friend. 

For it was only the body my mind was trapped inside that was still alive, the burning girl who brought light everywhere she went, and built armies to reclaim her kingdom has long since been dead, the only thing keeping me in the land of the living was the skin that too, held me captive. 

Every day, night, dawn, dusk, every minute of every hour I wait for sleep to claim me, for darkness to encase me like a cocoon, a caterpillar ready to come out of it's shell, emerging as a butterfly of death, pure obsidian, dark as night--both it's wings and it's soul. For I would transform, although not as the world expected me to. 

I would not be what was expected of me. I would be what my soul desired. I would be an angel, a goddess, of death. I wouldn't be the girl who was broken by Cairn, his torture driving the information out of me, or the one who escaped and went to fight a war. No. I had no intention of surviving this hell hole. 

While it was selfish and evil, I was already broken beyond repair, and I would be long dead before they could use me to seal the lock. Dorian would be the sacrifice. Both descendants of Elena Galathynius Havilard, the first queen. Both heirs of magic too great for this world, too great for one person alone. And both would be dead before the year was over--hopefully. 

However, I have no desire to die on their watch, in this wyrd forsaken dungeon, where no one could hear my pleas for death. I was going to die on my own terms, not Maeve's, and certainly not on her turf. I would escape this rotting, festering hole that they call a castle, and go somewhere where my burst of power would cleave through the world, and I could die in the soft green grass of Terrasen, looking up at the Lord of the North as the stars and the moon smiled down upon me. 

I would make my last stand in my own kingdom and would die there, like every other who has ruled the luscious rolling hills of Terrasen and braved the freezing cold winters. I would die, knowing that this world could be saved; that it has a chance, and that I can rest in peace, and tread onwards without worry further darkening my heart. 

I will meet all my beloved fallen where they lay. My Mom and Dad. Nehemia and Sam. The slaves of Endovier and Callacula. The magic wielders that were killed for simply existing. The people from Terrasen who died at the hands of the former King of Adarlan. The previous rulers of Terrasen. My Uncle Orlon. And for all who died at my hands. Not the disgusting rapists and murderers, slave keepers, and sexist pigs. But for the good people who died too young. 

For the parents who I murdered, orphaning their children. The brother who no longer has a sister, the lover who no longer has their love, the friend who's companion is now dead. For the world that didn't deserve to be dragged into a war when it had only just started to open it's eyes. 

To let the sun shine upon it's people once again, and let children play in the streets, laughing, without the fear of getting stolen or raped. For the world who still has souls as pure as the first snow in winter, or the first birds song. A child's laugh, and a mother's embrace. 

This is the world, that I longed to see, the world I strived to make. A world without slaves or tyranny. There will always be hate in the hearts of those who envy or mourn, but there doesn't always have to be hate for the pettiest of things. The world that will open it's eyes to a brightly lit sun, and walk up to their neighbor and say hello. 

The world that will show simple acts of kindness. By helping a stranger, or teaching a friend. Random acts of kindness that strive throughout the world. And as I drift to sleep, with the hopes of a world that knows no war or bloodshed, a tear slips free from my closed eyes, and a light, sad smile inhabits my face, for the world I will never get to see, and for the death that will claim me. 

Death will come knocking, and I'll greet it as the door. Death on swift wings. 

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Word Count: 1045

Before I start boring you with my long A/N, I wanted to let anyone and everyone know, that if anyone EVER needs a friend to talk to, I will gladly listen and relate. Tell me how your day is going, or any upcoming events :)

If anyone has a birthday coming up, let me know and I'll wish you a happy birthday and dedicate a chapter to you!

Hey guys! Hope you like this first chapter. Now, I don't know if I want to follow along with the original plot line of TOG, where Rowan and Aelin are mates, or if Aelin and someone from Acotar should be mates. Azriel would be a good choice, especially to counter Aelin's flames. I think I'm probably going to make Az and Aelin mates, but I just want to know your opinions. 

I probably won't be able to write Rowan well anyways, haha. Again for this story as well, don't expect regular updates. I'll try and update when I can, but it might not be every week. 

I do have new stories, so if you haven't already checked them out, they're called:

Darkness Collides -- Shadowhunters, acotar crossover

A Court Of Iron And Shadows -- Aelin transports to Prythian and Rowan and her aren't mates in this alternate reality

Night and Fire -- follows the stories of Rowaelin + Feysand kids where one kid from Terrasen goes to Velaris, and vice versa. 

Poetry and Quotes -- exactly what it sounds like

Darkness Collides, Night and Fire, and ACOIAS are all slow burn, enemies to lovers (with the exception of ACOIAS) and are crossovers, so if you want to read them then I suggest you read the entire TOG, and ACOTAR series. For Darkness Collides, if you wish to read it you might not have to read Shadowhunters (I haven't read the whole thing) or watch the show (I have) seeing as ACOTAR characters will be confused about her and she'll have to explain anyways. 

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