Daughter of icefire {throne of glass fanfic}

Flyte

Nehemia was flying. 

No longer confined by the castle, or her mother telling her to stay safe. Nehemia was swooping through the still night air, her flames snuffed out like a candle. She landed on a building and transformed back to fae. 

"Ohmygosh."

Hang on, who was that?? Nehemia spun round and saw a cowering person, just behind a chimney.

"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh"

"It's okay, I won't hurt you!" Nehemia said, beckoning for the persons to come out.

Nehemia's heart skipped a beat.

It was a girl, tall and slender, with long curly brown hair that just reached her waist. But her eyes... 

Her eyes were the exact same as Nehemia's herself, brightest blue and ringed with gold. Ashryver eyes.

"Who... Who are you??" Stammered Nehemia, reeling back in shock.

"Who are you?" Replied the girl defiantly.

Nehemia stared back into those eyes, her eyes and decided that this was not a time to argue, "Nehemia Ashryver Whitethorn, princess and heir to the throne of Terrasen."

"My name is Merlina Ashryver..."

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Queen Aelin rushed down the stairs to the restricted library, almost tripping over in her haste.

"No" she breathed, seeing the pool of blood and diary on the floor. Memories rushed back to her and she screamed, the wretched sound echoing around the library catacombs.

Aelin ran over and slashed her palm with the knife, over hear scar. Swiftly, she painted the wyrdmark on the floor. A flash of bright white light, and Aelin was sucked into the portal.

Okay, so I hope you like the story so far, but I need a new character. If you want to be in my story, leave a comment saying your:

Name

Personality

Looks

And I'll choose one. As always, don't forgery to vote and comment 

CeleanaTheAssassin xx