World of Dreamers (TOG/ACOTAR crossover)

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Hi Everyone! This is my first Fanfic so sorry if it's crappy :) Let me know what you think in the comments. I love to hear feedback so please do not hesitate. Also, none of these characters are mine, well except one but you haven't met them yet... All of the characters belong to the beloved, Sarah J. Maas, also known as destroyer of souls. The story line is mine so please don't take credit for it. Thanks so much! Enjoy!

~FireHeart_Aelin~

King Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius hid in the shadows of a small village, listening. Listening for any clue, any whisper of Maeve's movements. He had looked everywhere in Erilea, The Dececesed Lands, Adarlan, Eyllewe, even going so far as Wendlyn, seeing no sign of Maeve in the cites of the demi-fae. Or Aelin. They had just disappeared into thin air, no way of following.

Another hour passed and he had yet to hear anything. Sighing, he shifted and took to the skies. Retched, useless humans. The sun was setting in the distance, lighting the sky of fire. Red and gold flames painted the sky, reminding him of Aelin. His mate. His heart clenched at the word.

Mates. They were mates.

It was still hard to wrap his mind around. He knew there was something different about her when she showed up drunk in Wendlyn, but he never  would have expected that she would be his mate. He thought he had already found his mate, Lyria, and lost her. But that was just another one of Maeve's tricks. That she-devil. He vowed to kill her the next time they crossed paths. Slowly, he was going to make her pay for messing with his life, for what she had done to Aelin.  

Aelin. His mate, his wife, his carranam, his other half. He was determined to get her back.

He was just on the outskirts of the worthless village when he heard it. Her name, Aelin. Rowan  landed on a roof and listened, his heart pounding.

"...Queen of Terresan, I heard she was being taken to the Western Wastes. The servant couldn't give me a day, she had to leave, but I'd guess soon. A servant overheard one of Maeve's blood-sworn talking about it, Fenrys I think was his name. She asked me to pass the information along in hopes that her court would get word and return the Queen to her rightful place, Terresan." A merchant said.

"Was the Queen injured?" His customer asked.

"From the way the servant was talking about her, I'd say yes. There are rumors of her being brutally whipped before Maeve captured her, before she was thrown into a coffin of iron. Iron isn't good for fae, those wounds likely haven't healed yet. If they haven't been treated, well, think about it, it's been three weeks. That kind of injury untreated could be life threatening." He shrugged. "Her court better find her soon."

Rowan stopped listening as the conversation had changed. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure the merchant down below could hear it. This was it. His first break in three weeks . The Western Wastes. He planned to leave as soon as he informed the others.

Something flickered in his chest. Something like hope.

Gavril heard a crash outside of his tent and went to investigate, bringing a knife in case an unfortunate deer had stumbled into their camp. It was not a deer. It was Rowan. He had landed just outside of the camp, shifting to his Fae form. He looked terrible. Absolutely terrible. It was understandable though. His Queen had been missing for three weeks, six days, and seven hours, and during that time Rowan had barely slept, pushed away all his food, and refused to stop searching, no matter how late it was. Honestly, the male was running himself to the brink of death.