A Different Type of Ending

Chapter 1 - Feyre

Feyre

Amren. I didn't even realise those silver eyes were even capable of holding emotions, of being anything but neutral as she always was. I was lost for words, because this couldn't be part of the plan, I would have been told. Wouldn't I? Or had they given up on me, given up on my plan, opting for something more reliable. Someone more reliable. Maybe she had lied, given false information. But even then, Rhys wouldn't sacrifice his mate. Not on the off chance she would be killed. 
"Why trust her? Even after everything I have done." I couldn't stop looking at Amren and, somehow, I managed to tame my emotions into nothing but cold calculated rage. No confusion, no sadness, nothing. 
"What reason does she have to lie?" Hybern, that voice. Everything about it felt wrong through and through. I shrugged.
"She has every reason, I tore apart her Court, killed her friend." I turned back to the others now, completely ignoring the nagging in the back of my mind to never take my eyes off of her. "I ruined her life here, I ruined the only things she ever got to love in this world. If that isn't enough of a reason to lie, then I don't know what is." 
"Maybe, then, you wouldn't mind doing one little task." The evil smile that crept onto his face as he said that scared the hell out of me, but I just sent that smile straight back.
"Of course."
"A little bird told me that you know how to catch a Suriel, perhaps they would dain to answer my question." I shivered down to my very bones, this couldn't possibly be good. Not long after we were all trekking out to the middle of the forest, Amren included. She had remained silent the entire time, unusual for her, watching and waiting.
"Stay here." I said, and walked ahead to lay out the trap for the Suriel, Cauldron help me when it showed up.

The forest went silent, except for my fast breathing, as the Suriel approached the trap. I couldn't see it, but I felt its presence. I felt it in the very air around us. A blood-curdling scream signalled my success, and Jurian looked at me with mild approval. He still seemed unsure of me, and seemed somehow hesitant to even communicate with me. I was sweating and starting to panic. If the Suriel told the truth I was doomed, I may as well kill myself now. Maybe I should, maybe it would make everything a lot easier for everyone else, including myself. We all walked into the clearing, and came upon the creature hanging from my snare. Its robes looked more tattered than the last time I had seen it, dirtier somehow as well. Its eyes, little black pits, were somehow staring at us with more intensity than I thought posible. It felt wrong now to breath too loudly and replace the silence, but then again, everything felt wrong here.
"Feyre Cursebreaker, and others, how pleasant it is too greet you all." The bitterness in its voice was hard to mistake, and hard to ignore. This creature, older than all of us combined, held more power in this universe than we could ever dream, and it didn't seem happy to be hanging from the tree. Its voice, croaky and hoarse ageless as the creature it belonged to, chilled me to the bone and sent a shiver down my spine. 
"We have a question for you." The King stated bluntly, and the Suriel's eyes met his. It hissed, making everyone in the clearing flinch, including Amren. She looked shaken and pale, and I began to wonder why she seemed so different now to how she had in the Night Court. 
"You, Hybern, do not get to ask anything of me. Only the Cursebreaker may have that honour." Everyone looked at me, and I smirked, the mask still planted firmly and becoming scarily close to merging into my own self. The Suriel's eyes bore into my very soul when its gaze fell on me, its head cocked like the predator it was. 
"They wish to know whether I am a traitor." I stated simply, and the hint of a smile crept at the corners of the Suriel's mouth. As if there was some secret we shared between us, something the others did not know. Only now did I take note of the locations of those around me, their weapons, their power. Because I may very well need to know in a few seconds. Lucien was pointing an arrow at the Suriel from his loaded bow, Tamlin was standing up straight to the King's right, Jurian to the King's left. The King was about ten meters from me. Enough space to winnow if it called for that. My gaze flicked back to the Suriel, who only then deigned to answer the question.
"Feyre Cursebreaker, you are no traitor. You know that as well as I do." Again that smile, that shared secret. "Now I may repay your debt. I have important information for you. Your shadow is near,  listening now in fact. You have two days left." That smile grew bigger as the others' aces morphed into confusion. 
"I have one more question for you." The Suriel cocked its head in response. "Why me?" I knew the Suriel knew what I meant. Why were they only ever like this with me, why choose me to like when everyone in the world was a far better candidate. Why me. It smiled again, somehow more genuine this time. 
"For the ones who look at the stars, and dream." I nodded and smiled back. A dreamer in the body of a nightmare as well. 
"Lucien." Tamlin said, and he shot the arrow. Before I could see, the Suriel was gone in an instant. Leaving the first genuine smile on my face for the the first time since I had been in the Spring Court. Perhaps I would make it, for the dreamer who couldn't. I had two days until the High Lords arrived, two days to destroy a Court, two days to fix myself. 

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A/N

That's the first Chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it, please comment and tell me if you liked it. I really hope you do.

I go on holiday to Europe in three days, so it is unlikely you will get another update before then, and then it will be three weeks until I am back at my computer. My deepest apologies for this, but I will try and update as much as possible in the week that follows.

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