A COURT OF PAIN AND SORROW (ACOTAR FANFIC)

Velaris, the Daughter of Night.

The last thing she remembered was running for her life. Running and screaming for her older brother to save her, for Rhys to save her. But he did not come. Nor did their father who would cut the boys into small pieces as their own father watched. She felt as the arrow went between her wings, felt the blood red grass as she fell into the mud floor. Still wet from the ran from the day before.

"Rhyie. . ." She cried. Her voice broke so it was no more then a whisper. She felt the make sit on her chest as the vision got blurry. "Rhysand?"

"Whore!" The male on top of her said. "You Artemis are all the same!"

Her vision cleared and she saw her attacker. A High Lord of land that was said to be as green as his eyes. His sons watched with curiosity and ambition alongside a few hits of amusement. She then spotted the youngest, her brothers friend. Her brown eyes opened wide. He only looked down.

"P-please. . ." She whispered to him. "S-a-save me."

She felt it then. Her wings being forced out. The blood as it ran down her back. And then nothing. Was she already dead? Or did it simply hurt to much that she no longer felt it? The dawn turned into dusk, she watched the sky turn into stars. Stars that her father once said glowed for her and her alone. Her brown-blonde hair had turned red. Willow red. Blood red. She then heard movement to her left. She had not been able to move since her wings had been cut off her back. Whatever the High Lord had done, he made it so it would hurt and take a while. Was her mother already gone?

"Velaris?" A male said from her left. The youngest of the High Lord of the Spring Courts children. She had only seen him from afar. "A-are you alive?"

"P-please. . ." She cried. "It hurts."

Her whole body hurt. Her back most of all. Alongside her legs. The High Lord had only laughed as he called his sons away before he forced himself into her. Again and again. Once he was done, it's sons where allowed a ago in fucking her. Let her father know how did this when he smells who was inside her. He said. The older one found his pleasure in her again and again. The middle one only fucked her once, dying cunt does not feel nice. She heard him say. The youngest did nothing.

"I-I know," Tamlin Tansmia says. "P-please forgive me. . ."

"M-my wings." Verlais cried. "He took my wings."

"You will get the back." He said holding her cold hand.

"P-p-promise?"

"I promise." He said sadly as he took a near by rock of the mountain side. "Please. . .please forgive. I told him you where here. . . He said it was because your uncle hurt my mother. . .please."

Verlais smiled, "it cannot hurt either one if it's out of love from both sides."

"Then I beg your forgiveness," he lifted up the rock. "And I hope you know I'm doing this because they plain on doing worse things to you." The rock came onto her head. "I pray that the mother can forgive." Again it hit her. "I pray that your brother can forgive me." And again. "I pray that I can forgive myself." Again. "But most of all, I pray that you will forgive me, Velaris."

Velaris lived only long enough to hear the screams of the boy as his father beat him for giving her mercy where none should be. For allowing her to die.

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She was tired, so, so tired. Her body hurt so much and then. . .it did not hurt at all. And then nothing. Darkness kissed her face. Not the darkness of the moon or the darkness of her brothers power. But the darkness that had meant death. A few days later, her father joyed them in the darkness that was around the mother and the daughter and uncle. He was the first one here. Her fathers younger brother.