Castle of Wind (A Throne of Glass Fan fiction)

Red Cloaks

Elide woke up. Her head hurt and her mouth was closed with a red cloth. Around her were a few trees. Her sight was a little blurred.

What was she doing there? She tried to move but her legs were also chained, her hands too.

She tried to remember what had happened. She remembered being besides Abraxos, and then... She had heard a noise and...

Something moved.

Elide moved her head up. A white haired Crochan witch was smiling at her. Her red cloak torn in the end.

As the Crochan approached Elide she realised there was more of them. Not many but she could see at least six figures.

Some males, Elide realised with some surprise as she remembered Manon telling her that there were male Crochans.

"You brought the wrong one." Someone said from behind. "This one doesn't even bleed blue."

Elide bared her teeth at that, or tried to. Her effort didn't go unnoticed. A brown-haired male snorted from behind. "We wanted the white-demon. Do you know were is she?"

If she could she would laugh at their faces. If they wanted the white demon they would have the demon part right.

"Take the cloth out of her mouth so she can speak." The brown haired male growled.

One of the women approached her and took the peace of cloth with her. Elide grinned. Not a sweet smile, a threatening grin, like the one Manon use to give her opponents.

Some of the witches were looking at her with confusion. They were not used to kidnap people. At least for what Elide knew Crochans were sweet and nice creatures.

"Haven't you heard me? Where is she?" The Crochan repeated.

And then Elide felt a soft breeze over her shoulder. Some of the witches gasped as Abraxos appeared from the trees. He was one of the smallest wyverns but he was still huge.

But instead of helping Elide he just laid behind her and stood there. As if they hadn't just kidnapped her.

The Crochans looked at Abraxos in awe.

And then the male opened his mouth to repeat his question, but before he could they heard a voice.

"Where are you? You flower loving worm." The male cringed at the affectionate tone on that voice.

The Crochans rushed to the shadows.

Abraxos gave a shrug and Manon's steps came closer.

Elide realized she was free. Her hands and legs not chained anymore.

"What are you two doing here?" Manon asked.

Elide opened her mouth to warn her that the Crochans had found them, but no sound came out.

Abraxos stiffened as if he finally sensed danger. Manon looked around.

Elide saw a red flash and then Manon was on top of the witch. She could have killed her without a thought, but Manon realized there was too many around them.

It's a trap. Elide tried to mouth. As if Manon hadn't realized it yet.

She got up and grinned, her iron teeth out. "What do you want?"

"You" an older witch growled.

Elide waited for the grin, for the arrogance, but Manon only looked at them and slowly, very slowly retracted her nails and teeth.

"Why would you want me?" Manon's voice was hoarse as she looked around, confused.

"You are the answer." The Crochan male said.

"The answer? To what?" Elide growled, now able to talk again.

"To the question the ironteeth have been asking us for centuries." The witch below Manon growled.

Manon started murmuring something. "Blood to blood and soul to soul, together this was done, and only together it can be undone. Be the bridge, be the light. When iron melts, when flowers spring from fields of blood - let the land be witness, and return home."

"Yes." The white haired Crochan smiled. "Only together it can be undone. Your parents knew that, that's why you are half Crochan half Ironteeth, you are destined to break the curse so we can all go back."

"I am already born and the land is still cursed!" Manon exploded as she got up. "How am I supposed to..." She shut her mouth. "That doesn't matter now. I need you to fight with us. Besides Terrasen. You know I am the last Crochan Queen and as so..."

"We will, if you break the curse." The white haired Crochan cut her.

"I will try as hard as I can to find out how. I promise." Manon said, lifting her fingers to her brow.

"We know how. Well... kind of. We think you... have go give up your iron nails and teeth. When iron melts it was said."

Manon stared at them, incredulous. No, never. Her eyes shouted. "Then so be it, but only after the war."

The Crochans looked surprised. Elide couldn't even look at Manon. She was willing to give up her nails.

There had to be a better way. There was, and Elide would find it.

/AN/

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