Tattered Wings

episode 1

Turns out, after being locked up for at least 50 years, it made me weak.

Huh. Who would've thought?

My vision blurred as everything spun around me, the snow crunching beneath the boots I stole. I was panting, seriously, I was the definition of out of shape. I staggered till I hit a tree, leaning against it as I heaved.

Blood pooled in my boots and trailed in the snow. The boots that were too big for me blistering my feet, but I knew the cold was my real enemy. I dragged my body through the snow, forcing myself to keep pushing. I had no idea where I was, if I had to guess the Illyrian mountains, but I still wasn't sure.

I just picked a direction and kept walking. The snow fell around me, clinging to my matted hair and piling on my shoulders and wings.

Night fell, the air got colder. Extremely cold. I hadn't been this cold before, not even when I was a child and lived in the camps.

The snow stopped, but that didn't stop the cold. The cold nipped at my skin like a thousand needles, stabbing my over and over. My entire body was screaming out in pain, my stiff muscles begging me to stop, but I kept going.

My fingers started to turn blue, my teeth chattered as my body finally gave out. I collapsed into the snow, my body shaking as I took one last look at the stars.

This was it. This is how I would die. I used to pray for the sweet release of death every day, waiting. Now that I finally escaped, it decided to grant me my wish.

I'm sorry mom. I failed you.

Those were my last thoughts as my eyes stated to close, my vision blurring. I felt s fist of wind on my back before the soft crunching of snow got louder as it approached me. I saw a pair of leather boots stalk towards me, then everything went black.

*

I gasped, jolting awake. I looked around, thinking I was back in the cell, but the sight before me confused me.

I was in a bed, a huge one at that. The black sheets ruffled and messed up around me. The room was large, at least twice the size of my cell, er, whatever I should called that place. Hell.

There was a window, light spilling in. I would've thought I was in heaven if my muscles weren't screaming in agony. I shakily stood up, walking towards the window. I wanted to cry at the sight, just bring able to look at light. I saw a city sprawled out before me. I had no idea where I was, I didn't recognize this place. But I have been locked for a while, if I had to guess at least 45 years, so it didn't surprise me that I didn't recognize this city.

A soft knock came from the door. I twirled around, my heart rate immediately skyrocketing. Power. That's what I sensed. More than the males that visited me in my hell, more than her father. Whoever was there was powerful.

"I'm coming in." A soft female voice said as she opened the door. She was medium height, a little bit taller than her. Her hair braided and over her shoulder as she walked in. I didn't even realize she was holding a tray of food till the amazing smell hit me.

"We found you in the Illyrian mountains. One of my soldiers brought you back. You had hypothermia, your lucky we found you." The lady said as she set down the food on the bed. I stepped back, keeping the bed in-between us I stayed in high alert.

"Sorry, I should've introduced myself. I'm Feyre, high lady of the night court." She said with a smile that I didn't trust.

High lady? Since when was there a high lady?

"Don't worry, we're not here to hurt you." Feyre spoke.

Yeah right. So did the last thousand people I met said. I didn't trust her one but, no matter how gentle it sweet she sounded.

"I'm bringing my court healer, Madja in. You have several wounds. We didn't want to intrude on you or invade your privacy, since none of your wounds appeared life threatening." The lady spoke gently. I didn't say anything, just staring at her.

I had at least two exits. The windows, if I used the lamp next to me to smash it, I could escape through there. And the door behind Feyre. If I had to escape I chose the window; I'd rather fall to my death than be stuck in another cell for the rest of my life.

"Can you tell me your name?" Feyre asked.

Name. What was it again... It's been so long... Could I trust her to know my name? It's not like anyone would know me.

"Y-y/n." I said quietly, my right wing twitching as adrenaline shot through me, my muscles screaming at.me to run and jump out the window to my inevitable death.

"Relax Y/n. We're not going to hurt you here. Your safe and in control." She said softly. Suddenly a large man appeared next to her, along with a woman. I jumped back.

They're here for you. Their going to use you, hold you down. They're going to hurt you. That man is going to rape you just like the others-"

"Calm down." Feyre said, as if she could read my thoughts. "Your in control, were not here to cause harm." She said. Welcome to Gboard clipboard, any text you copy will be saved here. Yeah right.

"This is Madja" she said, gesturing to the small woman, the court healer, whom she talked about earlier. I didn't like her.

"And this is Azriel. He was the one that found you in the mountain. He brought you here."

I froze. He saved me... Did he use me before he brought me back? He was the one that watched me pass out... I can't trust him.

As Feyre spoke, my eyes kept darting between Azriel and Feyre. They seemed like the most trouble. Feyre kept her expression soft with a gentle smile. Azriel kept his expression blank, but his eyes didn't leave mine, that hazel color burned into me, leaving me feeling more vulnerable.

I saw his stare, how his eyes went from my left wing to my mangled hand that was covered in scars and never healed right. I hid it behind my back, not like he hadn't already seen it though.

Madja stepped forward, but you immediately took a step back, not wanting anyone near you.

"We're not here to hurt you." Feyre said, again. Gosh, how many times has she heard that, then someone had proven the exact opposite?!

"What do you want from me." I rasped, my voice quiet and shaky, not sounding as confident as I tried to be.

"We want to help you-"

"No you don't!" I yelled, backing away more till my back and wings hit the wall.

Hurt me. Their going to get me, use me. Lock me up. Just like my father, I won't go through that again. I'd rather burn in hell.

"Hey, hey, calm down." Feyre said. She paused for a moment, and someone winnowed in next to her.

Another man.

"Feyre, what's the matter?" The man asked, putting his arm around her.

They were both silent for a moment. What was going on?! Who are these people? Whoever these people were, power filled the room, almost suffocating.

"Please don't hurt me" I whimpered, looking around for another escape route I might've missed earlier. There was a window in the ceiling, but my left wing was useless, I wouldn't be able to reach it. Panic filled me and so did adrenaline as I desperately looked for a way to escape.

I trembled before them before the smaller lady, the healer took a step forward. Suddenly dark smoke swirled around me, instantly my senses dulled. I tried to stay upright, I staggered till I hit the bed, my knees buckling beneath me.

"Madja, do your work. She's awake but can't move." The man who stood next to Feyre said. The other man, Azriel, I believed his name was; stepped forward, picking me up and off of the ground, my head rolled into his chest as he set me down on the bed next to Madja. I wanted to scream and cry out, but I was rendered helpless.