Gwynriel Fan Fiction

Chapter 6 - Gwyn Injured

It had been 3 months. 3 fucking months after their huge fight about Gwyn leading the Valkyries legion in the spring court. Apparently she had left immediately, and hadn’t even said goodbye.

His shadows had been frantic. Always rushing him to go to Rhys’ mansion, and beat the shit out of him. But he had already ruined his relations with one of his closest friends because of this, he wasn’t going to repeat it again.

Even his shadows had given up. And by given up, meaning that they stopped talking to him. It was the first time he had been truly alone. With no one to talk to. Not Gwyn, not his shadows, not anyone.

His shadows. His fucking shadows. During the first month of Gwyn’s departure, they had wanted to rush to Rhys’ house. Even in his gut he could feel that something was terribly wrong, but he didn’t go there. He couldn’t risk his friendship, for he would have killed Rhys for sending Gwyn.

In the starting of the second month, his shadows had rushed him to go to the riverhouse, but he didn’t. If there was something wrong, he knew his brothers would have informed him.

But he knew it wasn’t that. He had that feeling, but he ignored it. After that, his shadows had calmed down, and not in a good way. They never talked to him anymore, never rushed him to go anywhere, and to be honest, he liked it when his shadows used to do that. They were his own personal wingmen.

But now they didn’t. They didn’t give him a sarcastic comment whenever he did something stupid, didn’t try to get out of his leash around anyone like they did around Gwyn, didn’t-they didn’t feel alive. It’s like they were sad, and something had sucked the life out of them.

And after that week, everyone had been weird towards him. Nesta and Cassian had been spending the nights at the river house, and he had the house entirely to himself. It did sting a little when everyone was living at the river house, and didn’t even invite him. But he knew his brothers and sisters would never wish harm upon him, right?

So he continued with his work. Sleeping with dreamless and nightmare less nights. It was like a part of his heart was dead. A part of him was dead.

Yet he didn’t read too much into it, he continued with his work. Until one night, his shadows returned, full of energy and life.

‘So you’re finally back?’ He asked them, trying to sound authoritative but desperately failed.

’Riverhouse, NOW! ’ The shadows replied, with newfound happiness.

And Azriel didn’t take one second to return back to the river house. Because the last time he disobeyed them, they left him alone for three fucking months, and now, he’s never gonna let that happen again.

When he entered the town house, he was hit with the scent of Gwyn, and everyone and everything else. He rushed towards that scent, and he found himself in a room where everyone was crying, but they were happy tears, not sad ones.

Majda was sitting on a stool, beside a bed, on which layed Gwyn, who was once a thing of lovely, secret beauty, had bluish lips, and a huge indescribable wound on her hand. When everyone noticed him, they stopped crying. Their expressions were unreadable.

Everyone became silent. Azriel was confused, and he couldn’t hide that confusion. He slowly went up to kneel beside Majda. His voice almost broke when he saw that thing on Gwyn’s hand. Her hand was open, literally.

He could see the blood and even her bone. He didn’t understand what was going on. He was disappointed, he was upset, but most of all, he was hurt. His voice broke when he asked, “What’s going on?”

He was able to keep a calm voice, but his eyes were a map to his emotions. No one responded. He raised his voice a little louder, and this time, it actually broke, “What’s going on, ” And this wasn’t a question, it was a command.

He knew what that thing in Gwyn’s hand was. He knew it was a new kind of faebane that the humans had created. He knew that there was no known cure to it yet. And he knew how Gwyn got it. But he had to hear it from his so-called brothers.

Rhysand said warningly, “Az, We- I can explain, ” Azriel then got up, the tears in his eyes tinkled brightly. Azriel let out a dark chuckle, one which was usually reserved for his enemies. But right now, he saw all of them as his enemies.

He soon connected the dots and said with a darkness in his voice, “What’s there to explain? My so-called brothers hid the fact that my- Gwyn got hurt. That’s why you all had been staying at the house for so long. Cause that type of faebane doesn’t kill instantly, no, it kills you slowly from inside. Destroying every single part of your body slowly, making sure you can feel the pain. It can keep you in an endless coma for years until it finally finished you. And a cure hasn’t even been found for it-”

This time Rhysand interrupted him and said, “Az Majda has extracted it from Gwyn’s body-” “Oh really? Then why is she still lying down? Why is she not talking? Why is she still in a coma? And why was I not told about this?”

“CAUSE SHE’S YOUR FUCKING MATE, AND YOU WOULD HAVE DESTROYED THE HUMAN LANDS IF YOU KNEW” Rhysand said abruptly and everyone stared at him. And in that moment, he realized everyone knew that. And when he spoke this time, a tear left his eye, and his voice broke, “You all knew about this?”

They all kept quiet. Even his shadows. They all kept quiet. No one told him that the person he was looking for his entire life, was right beside him. No one told him. And now, his mate was probably on her deathbed, and he could do nothing. The person he wanted to love his entire life, with whom he was falling in love with, had just been snatched from him.

But, before he could do anything and leap at Rhysand, came the voice of his beautiful mate, “Az”.