Nyctophilia
(n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If...
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chapter twelve| Two worlds collide
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"I am still learning how to go back and reread my own chapters without feeling like I want to set all of my pages on fire."- E.V.Rogina
Rhysand, Cassian and I are all hidden in a tree by Rhysand's glamour. Feyre said that it would be best if she spoke with her family first, alone. Which is a probably for the best since Humans hate our kind, but I understand their reasons.
Feyre now stands in front of the double doors of the home.
My shadows have been acting strangely ever since we've left Velaris and started to make our way to the Mortal Lands. They haven't utter a single word ever since we cross The Wall, it almost as if something has caught they're attention. Before that thought can be further explored the clear ringing of a bell fills the air, announcing Feyre's presence. The sound of the bell mixed in the wind almost makes me miss my shadows whispering faintly "She's here "
They practically sang it.
In a heartbeat the sound of a galloping horse all fills our ears. I along with Rhysand and Cassian become alarmed. All of our eyes are now trained on where the horse is coming from. A unknown hooded figure dressed in all black is revealed now riding fast on a black horse heading straight to Feyre.
To her family's home.
"Who is this?" Cassian questions voice with slight alarm.
Rhysand's eyes still focused on the moving figure as he communicates with Feyre through their minds.
He looks even more on edge as he says "Feyre doesn't know who it is."
Cassian and Azriel shift closer to the approaching figure ready to head in at Rhysand's command. Though Rhysand looks as though he seconds away from heading to hooded rider himself.
