When you awoke next it was night time, your head lifted slowly, still unaware of how and why you were here but you were so tired the shock and surprise you felt as you assessed your surroundings failed to reach your face. you jolted at the sight of a stranger slumped in a chair in the corner, male .. with wings, you gathered by lazily analysing his outline. you slowly sat backward toward the pillows, wrapping your arms around your curled up legs, shivering slightly from the cold. You failed to figure out a plan of action as you sat there considering the fact that any move made from you would result in potentially awakening the figure in the corner. so you stayed. You bit down on your fingers in attempt to muffle your quiet sobs, something you did every night at home to not wake your mother, something familiar at least.
Hours passed. You could draw out a pretty accurate sketch of this room given how many times you'd looked it over. As your eyes adjusted to the dark setting, you noticed the blue stones that adorned the figured hands. An Illyrian. That information gave you more reason to stay silent. In the time you'd spent alone with your own mind, you thought about your home, how exasperatingly boring it had become. You added the minimal optimism you had left to the situation, this was change. No matter if it could have an outcome similar to that of 14 years ago.
You pondered the thought. For too long.
You remembered the wounds as if they were fresh, which looking at how long you were capable of living for, they still are. You remembered the day vividly. The destruction, the screams, you had stood on your favourite street, huddled up with others that were walking down the street when the siren sounded. You watched as people ran, you watched as buildings crumbled, you watched the way the way the usually blazing sun crept behind the clouds, the first time you'd seen the glorious architecture without sun-rays adorning it.
You lay your head backward against the stone and you sobbed. You sobbed for the inevitable deaths and casualties, you sobbed for your brother, Cyrus, who was out there on the battlefield currently. You had started whispering a prayer for him as a hybern soldier ran up to you, grabbed your arm along with the fae woman beside you and winnowed you.
You were thrown to the wall of a ship, it enraged you at the amount of people you recognised that surrounded you. You swayed uneasily on the rocking ship, the sensation making you feel sick to your stomach, you felt as if you were going to throw up all over the rows of people before you. You looked up to the guards placed strategically along the inside walls of the ship. You watched as families cowered together, fear plastered upon their faces. something raged inside you at the sight. People you'd known for years upon years being treated so worthlessly made you want to rip their heads from their throats. The next thing you knew you were on your feet, anger raging in your eyes.
"How dare you," you spat. The nearest guard stepped toward you, a smug grin on his face. You shut your eyes tight in anticipation of the pain that was about to be inflicted upon you, but it didn't come. Instead when you opened your eyes, you had been winnowed somewhere different, with a giant cauldron before you.
A cauldron
The cauldron.
Before you could gather your bearings, a firm hand gripped your head and plunged your brown curls inside the cauldron.
You screamed as you descended into the depths of the cauldron but you quickly stopped as you found this weird calm. It was as if you and the cauldron were one and the same, it was the most whole you had felt, it was .. peaceful. You were met again with the painful tug of your hair as you were dragged backward from the cauldron and slammed into the ground. You remembered as they tortured you, the bruises that were left upon your body. They told you to use your powers. You tried and tried to tell them you possessed no powers but all that earned was another lash in the back. You were left with marks all over your back, some which still remained along with internal scars that would never fade. Not as you were dumped back on the summer court coast as hybern lost and fled. You has stayed for hours, laying in your tears.
You had begun crying at the reappearing memories, your hands crept around your face as you sobbed. You had become unaware of where you now sat in this bedroom with the Illyrian in the corner.
The Illyrian.
You looked up to find him stood in front of you, eyes wide as he beheld you.
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