A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 13 Ikarad

He was a warrior, one of the most powerful ones alive. He was fast, skilled, and strong. He had survived the blood rite, climbing to the top of that mountain.. Driven forward by a determination to survive. He was Illyrian, High Fae, mated to the Shifter, the second child to the most powerful High Lord and Lady.

And Ikarad of the Night Court was being thrown headfirst into a mountain wall.

His fathers rage over Eteras and Azriels first reports from the Spring Court had already forced them to move two warcamps to a safer spot in the mountains.

"Is this even helping?" Nyx screamed and aided Ikarad up from the crushed stone around him. His brother's arm had healed after the earlier week's fight. "What if he loses it completely?"

"He won't..." Ikarad cracked his neck and stretched out his wings, Cassian and Rhys collided above them. "They asked Madja to spike his drink this morning." diluted faebane, to dull their fathers powers just a little.

"I guess that is why we are alive." Nyx started to fly upwards to aid Cassian and Ikarad did the same. Azriel was still in the spring court together with Etera. He did his best to not think too much about his mate right now. He needed to stay focused on what he had in front of him.

His father realised some of his magic and Ikarad dove to the side, aiming to catch him off guard from behind. His mate's favourite strategy. Occupied with both Nyx and Cassian duelling him, Ikarad got his chance, and with a hard and precise hit, Rhys lost consciousness. Allowing the three of them carried him back to Velaris.

"Feyre won't be happy." Cassian said once they arrived. "But it will give us a day or two to rest." He had taken the worst of Rhys' attacks, a black eye and a nasty split lip showed that.

"Need a nap, old male?" Nyx asked him, earning a nasty look from the General.

"I don't think you have the right to say that, heir." he added and Ikarad just shook his head.

"And why not?" Nyx said back, and Ikarad rolled his eyes.

"Your form is off, not to mention your wing position." Ikarad started to glide down to the River Estate, hoping to head back home as soon as possible. "I trained you better than that!"

"You never say that to Ikarad."

"Because he is keeping it up with his training."

"And we are down. Thank you Cass, see you later, I can take it from here." Ikarad ended their conversation, having no energy to listen to his brothers and uncles arguments. "But as a side note, not everyone is an illyrian warrior." Cassian just huffed and flew off, leaving Ikarad to host his father over his back "Care to help?" Nyx let out a breath and winnowed them inside. Leaving Ikarad to drop their father on the bed.

"What in the cauldron!" Their mother screamed and got up.

"It was him, or two more mountains." Nyx explained, Ikarad just shrugged back, true, sort of.

"I can't..." Feyre walked around, "Cassian?"

"Me." Ikarad said, "I know that we don't have the best reports right now, but if dad goes on another spree like this we will end up in bigger troubles."

"I know..." Their mother sat down. "I... I don't think it is Tamlin... This person is smarter than him, more skilled."

"Azriel and Etera are looking into everything they can." Ikarad assured her. "Keep dad calm and everything will be fine. We will find her."

"I know..." The two brothers left the room and Ikarad dragged Nyx to the sitting room, pouring a glass of liquor to himself and his brother.

"Day drinking now?" Nyx asked as he accepted the glass. "A bit extreme."