Throne of Glass One Shots

Ashes

It was over, the war, everything. Dorian knelt on a pile of ashes from a hundred different fires and a thousand different fights. So many different battles.

He lifted his head slowly, taking in what was around him. Burned down buildings, windswept dunes of ashes, blood stained everying. Every inch of his body was covered in blood sweat in grime.

He stood slowely, in case he had some sort of injury, his castle. His kingdom. This is what his rein had come to. This is what happened when he fought for freedom. He began walking in the general direction of where the castle used to be, if it was even there anymore.

Everything he saw, everything that used to be prim and perfect streets and stores. All the tunnels must have collapsed beneath the city. All the whores cavernes gone, if there were even any whores left alive.

What about Lysandra, he needed to know she was alive. She wasn't any ordinary whore, but a shapeshifter. She couldn't have died, but in this wreckage, all this destruction where could she even be hiding. She might have left the battlefield. She may not have even stayed the whole battle.

A large building emerged from the mixture of smoke and fog. It was still fairly intact so, due to lack of options, he went inside.

The rubble crunched beneath his feet and his shoes slipped down the stones that he had to skip across to get to the entrance. Body checking the door, it flung open and music flowed through the room.

He had just entered the theater,

And suddenly he was running. Tripping and stumbling and nearly falling face first down the stairs, but running. As fast as his heavy legs would carry him without slipping on the mass amounts of blood on the stairs and on his shoes.

Aelin sat at the pianoforte playing like it was no bodys buissness. And it wasn't.

She was playing a song of mourning.

"Dorian." she said softy, fingers red from playing, voice horse from screaming.

"Your alive." Was all he could manage.

"As are you."

"Is..." he trailed, unsure of what he was going to ask, who he was going to ask about.

"Alive. As far as I know. Alive. Lysandra's on her way." Her fingers found her way back to the keys and she continued playing, as though no one had interuptted her. If there hadn't been a pause.

Dorian didn't want to wait he had to find them. Someone, anyone, everyone. He let his feet drag up the steps, back up to the entrance where he had been so excited to hear the music.

Instead this time he just kept walking, walking, walking, walking. Forever just walking not sure where he was going. Looking for anything, any sign of life. Not that he could see it or that is seemed to be in his grasp in any way. So he walked.

After a few minutes he ran into Lysandra, litterally. He tripped over a orange house cat causing it to screech and turn into into a very angry looking female.

"What the fuck Dorian!" She screamed.

"Sorry."

"Oh shit, have you found-"

"No." He cut her off, mostly because he didn't want to hear whose name she was about to say.

"I'm so fucking sorry but have you heard anything about E?" She asked, using her pet name for Evangeline. "I heard the battle reached up to Caraverre and I freaked the fuck out. Nothing can happen to her."

"I haven't heard anything. Maybe Aelin had, it's her country."

Tears where streaming down Lysandra's face now. "She's my baby, I can't, I mean, nothing can happen to her. Shes my baby."