Asteria, someone whispered, the voice so familiar it could have been my own. I didn't know where it came from. There was no one around me, nothing around me, aside from bright light, and it.
On the outside, it could have been a regular bathtub made of dark iron. But even though I was feet away from it, I could feel what was inside- feel some of it inside of me. Dark, endless power.
Asteria. Come.
I wanted to run from it, run from the way it said my name, the way it made my blood thrum- but I couldn't. My body only wanted to get closer to it.
Every cell in my being was pulsing with the need to move towards it, devouring my every thought, until I could no longer remember my name, no longer remember who I was or where I had come from. There was nothing else. Only it.
I took a step towards it, then another and another. There were no thoughts in my head. I had become a part of it.
We are the same, it whispered.
I finally reached the tub filled with death, agony, and everything in between.
We are one.
I reached out my hand, and slowly lowered it into the pool of darkness.
And then I heard nothing.
Saw nothing.
Felt nothing.
Only death and darkness.
I gasped, clutching my throat as I sat up. Velaris- I was in Velaris. In the Town House. In my room, in my bed.
My entire body trembled, every inch of my skin slick with sweat. Gods, I could still feel it, still hear it whispering to me in the back of my mind. I shuddered so violently it hurt.
A dream. It had only been a dream, caused by my obsessing over the slight possibility I might be able to nullify the Cauldron.
It was still dark out, which meant I had a few more hours before I was to meet with Cassian, to go to the Prison in search for answers regarding this very matter.
I couldn't stop trembling, and I didn't know if it was because of the dream, or the horror I would soon have to face.
...
It was like standing in the middle of one of my own nightmares as I stood a few yards away from the large rock mountain where I had spent the worst six years of my life.
The only things that assured me that I wasn't dreaming were the sharp wind that bit at my face and played with my hair, and the male who stood beside me, eyeing me warily.
"Asteria are you sure-" Cassian asked for the hundredth time. To be fair, I had been standing in the same spot for half an hour. I hadn't even considered the General might agree to accompany me to the Prison to ask the Bone Carver if I had the ability to nullify the Cauldron. But to my shock he had said yes, and even gone as far as to swear he wouldn't tell anyone.
"I'm fine." I said, but I was assuring myself more than I was him. If Cassian knew, he didn't say anything about it.
I closed my eyes.
Take my hand, child.
I shuddered, the image of my father's pained violet eyes as he had led me into the Prison flashing too vividly in my mind.
I'm sorry.
I snapped my eyes open. "Let's go."
We hiked the slope of the Prison in silence. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, either from fear or from the cold, I didn't know. With each step that we neared the bone gates, more memories of when I was in the Prison swarmed my mind.
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Dance of Fate
FanfictionThe continuation of Dance of Shadows Amarantha has struck. Asteria and Rhysand are being held captive Under the Mountain along with almost all of Prythian. Azriel can't do anything to save her. How ever will they find their way back to each other?