OCxAzriel(acotar)
This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court.
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One week later...
Opening my eyes to sunlight was the last thing I thought I would see.
For some reason, I found myself in a cabin, with warmth coming from my right side and birds chirping their morning songs. I felt a sobering peace that I knew would only come before fully waking up.
Yes, 5 seconds was all it took for me to sit up abruptly and trow off the soft blanket on top of me.
Pain. So much pain.
From my body, but mainly from my heart. Everything just hurts.
They're dead. All of them.
The door opening and closing had me already out of bed with an iron bar left for moving the fire coming out of the chimney on my hand.
A blond head peaks around as if to see where I'd gone, but when he turns around and faces me, I raise the bar as if to hit him, only for him to take it from me before making contact with his head.
I almost fall over from the struggle, but the stranger is there keeping me upright. I try to push him away until he says, "Vera, it's me. Stop. It's me Crenan. Look at me."
I lift my eyes to his before breaking down and bursting to tears. I thought he was dead.
"Gods, Vera, it's alright. You're gonna be alright." He tries to sooth me, but I fear that the emptiness I feel will never be filled again. Not after that night.
Somehow, Crenan has sat me down on the bed I'd occupied, with him running comforting circles on my back. He breaks the silence by saying, "I was making my way back from the Day Court. I'm sorry, Vera. I was too late. I couldn't be there to protect you." He hangs his head in his hands.
Being the only daughter of one of the elders meant that I would always be guarded by a Protector. They were usually only assigned to the elders, bonded by a willing blood oath, but my mother deeemed it necessary. It is why Crenan took the oath as my Protector when I was 10 and he was 14. But he was far more than that. He was the only person I could truly call my best friend. He had relatives in the Day Court he would visit from time to time and had taken off a few days before that night.
"Nobody could have known, Crenan. Nobody." I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself and knowing he would blame himself forever as would I.
We sat there for a while, just staring at the crackling fire. Nothing will ever be the same. There was nothing left. The elders, my village, my mother, Maven...
Seeming to know where my thoughts were going, Crenan gets up and tells me to follow him outside. I was so numb, I couldn't take anything in. That changed when we rounded the back of the house and saw what Crenan had done.
There in the back of this house, Crenan had somehow found 3 large rectangular stones, each bearing the names of my village, of mother, of Maven.
I fell down to my knees in front of them. He had done this to give me a chance to say the goodbyes they ripped away from me.
But right then I decided that I would not cry, not again. I vowed upon their stones that I would find a way to make them pay for what they've done. To make them feel what I feel.
One day, they will tremble and beg for the mercy that will not come.
One day, my father will know just who he has created.
