Nightfall

Chapter 1

Illyrian bastards, that's what they call us. She didn't really care, haven't really cared for a really long time. Filthy Half Breeds sometimes, they came up with all these different nicknames. Ofcourse it had hurt in the beginning, yet over the time being, you get used to the same words thrown at you.

Good thing is, she hasn't heard the names in a long time. Not only did she manage to get away from the camps, Blue managed to do so after they decided to chop of her wings. If it hadn't been for the great healer willing to help her, she was sure she would have died right then and there.

Blue didn't really have a particular place to stay at. For the past few months she had travelled though the 7 courts. Hadn't really been cought at all yet. She managed to blend in with the people, stay there for a few weeks. And only when they start becoming skeptical does shecontinue her trip.

It was quite nice as well, being able to travel around, see the change in every court, meet all these new people and try all these different spicies. The Illyrian war camps didn't have all that. They had some bread and cheese, and the ones who got lucky had some proper meat.

She snuggled away into her furs more, winter slowly setting over Prythian. It was only just rolling in but the cold winds already started to make the nights harder. If Blue was right, the court of nightmares shouldn't be that far away anymore. The best idea would propbably be to find a cave and get ready for the night, but the idea of finding a proper bed if she continued walking for just a few more hours sounded way better.

She shivered as she continued her climb over the rocks. Night had rolled in quickly, and it started to become harder and harder to properly see where she was heading. Sighing, she was about to give up and search shelter for the night when a clear voice behind sounded behind her.

Blue cursed, whirling around as she grabbed the dagger strapped to her thigh. Her motions were fluid as she took a defensive stance and stared at the three males behind her, her own shadows curling around her protectively. The one in the middle laughed, shaking his head as he glanced at the dagger in her hand.

"How about you lower the pointy thingy in your hand before you hurt yourself, and join us on an explicit and absolutely lovely trip to the High Lord." He says, 7 red siphons lighting up the darkness around them.

Blue muurmurs profanities as she lowered the dagger slowly, glaring at the male in front of her. Ofcourse she heard the stories, you couldn't grow up in a war camp and not hear the stories. She had to admit, most stories weren't exactly nice ones. Especially after his so called mate managed to get to the top as well. Or well.. almost managed to get to the top.

Anyway, that wasn't the point. What was the point is the fact that she now stood in front of the High Lord's general and had a huge fucking problem.

***

It had been, what, around 3 hours? She knew one thing for sure, she had managed to make it to the Night Court. The problem she was now facing was the fact she was sitting on the ground, in front of an empty dais. With all weapons and supplies she owned snatched from her body.

She snarled slightly, keeping her gaze on the ground. They hadn't bind her in any way, but they had made it more then clear that one wrong move will be the end of her. She glanced up as the doors to the throne room opened. Not helping the eye roll as the High Lord and Lady walked in together with their Third in command, their Spymaster and their General. Who had left the second he had dumped her in the room to inform them. Her shadows swirling around her shoulders slowly.

She already wasn't looking forward to this whole nagotiation. Or to hear what her punishment was gonna be. (Even though she had no idea what she did wrong in the first place.) But they didn't have to make such a big show about the whole thing.

She looked up as The High Lord and Lady finally took place and the others took in their claimed spot at the foot of the dais. Letting out a small breath she let her eyes fall onto the High Lord as he raised an eyebrow. "Well?" He calls, making it clear he demanded an answer.

"As much as I wanna tell you what I did wrong. I honestly have no idea why I'm here either." She says simply, still kneeling as she noticed the spymaster tensing up. She tilts her head curiously to the sude upon realising the general and High Lord did so as well.

They all threw each other weird glances, as if some silent conversation ran through them that only they understood. Which they proably did if she really thought about it. Her shadows seeping over the floor towards them before she demanded them back to her.

The High Lord sat up straighter, staring straight at her as he narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be in conflict with himself for just a few more seconds before he nodded. "You will stay in Velaris till we figure out what to do with you." He calls loudly. Blue blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side as she watched them walk off. What the hell was Velaris?

***

Azriel blinked a few times as he walked off with his family, leaving the girl behind for now till she would be winnowed up to the House Of Wind by Mor. He ran a distressed hand through his hair as Rhysand moved to walk besides him.

"Are you absolutely sure?" His brother asks, voice tense as they walked. Azriel hesitated, trying to gather his thoughts again as he nodded slowly. "Pretty much.. They look alike way to much not to be." He mumbles.

Cassian let out a small laugh as he shook his head in disbelief. "And you never thought it would have been smart to tell us you had a daughter?"

So I hope you liked this first chapter so far. I have an idea where I wanna go with this story and I really hope you like it as well. Lemme know what you think down below and check out my other ACOTAR fanfic as well!