𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟖

     Elain and Nesta clicked their tongues as we walked along the brown and black mixture of snow, dodging the particularly disgusting parts, trying not to get their dresses dirty. The biggest reason for their company was the promise of money that Feyre would get from the hides she was selling today.

The two older Archeron's hadn't spoken to Feyre since last night, but the youngest seemed unbothered by it, looking only slightly annoyed as the two complained to each other about the piss-poor condition of the snow-covered fields that they had to walk on.

Feyre and Arya glanced at each other when they heard Elain let out a moan from the obvious smell of the delicious hot food in the air. Arya knew Feyre would suggest possibly using some of the money she gets today to buy something for them to savour and Arya watched as Feyre opened her mouth to suggest it but the sudden halt in their steps prevented her.

"May the Immortal Light shine upon thee, sisters," said a young woman on their path.

Children of the Blessed. A fanatic group of people who worshipped the High Fae that made almost the entire village edgy. Arya understood the hatred the humans had against her own kind, she witnessed firsthand how the humans were treated hundreds of years ago.

Nesta squared her shoulder and looked down her nose at the young acolyte, a spitting image of Elvina. "Go spew your nonsense to some ninny. You'll find no converts here."

Arya observed a flicker of shadow in their eyes before the young acolyte met her gaze. A change in their eyes had Arya holding her breath. She stilled as she internally panicked, trying to see if they could almost feel who she truly was under the glamour she held up for years.

Before Arya could stew on her thoughts longer, the eyes of the Children of the Blessed widened as Nesta shoved her iron bracelet into their faces. "You see this?" Nesta hissed that had the women retreating a step back. "This is what you should be wearing. Not some silver bells to attract those faerie monsters."

If only you knew who raised you, Arya thought. The fae couldn't say that Nesta's words didn't hurt her, because they did, but Arya understood the resentment, the anger.

"How dare-."

"Go preach in another town," Arya butted. Not wanting to continue this topic any longer. The acolytes kept silent and only stared at her. Almost as if daring Arya to come clean about who she truly was.

A liar.

"Don't you idiots understand what those monsters did to us for all those centuries? What they still do for sport, when they can get away with it? You deserve the end you'll meet at Faerie Lands. Fool and whores, all of you." A bystander adds in.

Arya needed them to get out of this, now. If any of these people even had an inkling of suspicion that one of those so-called monsters had been living under their noses, they would torch her alive with no mercy.

It won't matter that Arya healed many of them and helped birth many of the children that now run around their town, they will pin her to a wood with a nail and watch as she burns slowly. Nausea turns in her stomach at the thought of Nesta being the one to light the fire.

"We had things to do, let's go." And without a glance at the acolytes, Arya pushed the three sisters to walk towards the market.

"I'll meet you in an hour," Feyre announced and before any of them could blink an eye, the youngest had already walked away. Arya turned to the other two and said, "I have to stop at the medical centre, I'll meet you later."

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Arya had taken longer in the medical centre, she wanted to stop by to collect half of her pay but instead, she was asked to tend to some of those who came in and so she did.