Made of Fire and Shadows (ToG and ACoTaR Crossover)

Chapter 1

Aelin

All I could see was black. It had been so long since I had seen any colour that I was beginning to forget what it looked like.

'My name is Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, and I will not be afraid.'

Those where the words that had tethered me to my soul for so long.

At first I hadn't known what happened, one minute there was unending agony, the next, nothing.

It was a 'play date' with Cairn that had done it, that had ended me.

I knew it was coming but I had expected to have lived a life before death had claimed me, and when it did I screamed, screamed for the lost time I had not yet claimed. I had screamed for the world I had left to perish and the friends I had left to die. Screamed, for my newly wed husband, my king and my mate, Rowan. I had screamed for him until I couldn't scream any longer and then I cried.

Since then I had lost all felling and had locked myself in my own prison, filled with all my agonising memories, and had stayed there. I had relived moments I had fought so hard to forget.

I guess it was enough of a punishment for what I had become.

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Rowan

All I could feel was an agonising pain in my back and a throbing in my head as I fell to my knees, then my head went blank.
I couldn't hear anything, I could barely register Aedion shaking me and Fenrys roaring in my ear.

"Get up! We've got a situation here."

Then I remembered, they had been cornered by a horde of Valg foot solders, in the middle of some forgotten forest.

Fenrys had come to deliver a message concerning Maeve's whereabouts when it happened. Just as he was about to leave the first few creature stormed into the clearing.

I snapped, with a roar that could shake worlds I let out all of my anger, pain and fear, and wiped out the valg in one wave of glittering magic.

All those feelings I had kept hidden for so long, my anxiety that I would never see my queen again and my anger for Meave, were all let out. I let them out because I knew that my greatest fear had come true, my queen was dead.

I felt the others gazes on my back long before I turned around to look at them. I saw Fenrys and Gavriel look at me with a hint of awe in their eyes and Aedion was staring at me, looking worried. I could have laughed Aedion, The wolf of the North, being worried about my welfare. If only he knew what had just happened.

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Aedion

I was staring at Rowan. I had seen that look on many men, one that meant they felt something that could drive some insane. The look of unending grief.

"What's wrong Rowan?" I asked, not quite sure what to do.
"She's dead," Rowan breathed as his eyes glazed over.

"What?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him right, or maybe I just didn't want to believe what I was hearing.

"She's dead," Rowan said again, a bit more clearly.

I didn't hear anything else as I stared at the male in front of him. My head was empty as my world came crashing down around me and, as I looked into Prince Rowans eyes, I knew his world was doing the same.