Nehemia slept, a deep dreamless sleep that washed over her aching bones. The magyk had made her tired, so, so, tired...
The world was misty, slipping in and out of focus. A dark figure was stumbling towards her, and as it came closer she recognised it.
"Mum?"
Aelin looked up and locked eyes with her youngest daughter. Her face was thin and haggard, purple smudges underneath her turquoise eyes. Her beautiful hair was matted and tangled and her slender frame hunched.
"Mum! What's wrong?" Nehemia ran forward to embrace her mother, but met only thin air as her arms swiped through the image. Her eyes widened and she bit back a sob as Aelin spoke.
Her voice was hoarse and shaking,
"Three years," she stammered, "three years. Both my girls, both gone..."
A silver tear dribbled down Aelin's sheep, tracing a path through the grime.
She began to mumble something else, but a cold touch on Nehemia's throat awakened her.
Sadie was leant above her, crying also, a silver dagger pressed to Nehemia's throat.
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Daughter of icefire {throne of glass fanfic}
RandomWhen Aelin's daughter, Nehemia, disappears through a strange Wyrdmark, Aelin will do anything to get her back. But someone is trying to sabotage Nehemia's way home, and the truth is much more terrifying than either of them ever imagined...
