Shadows are eternal (re-write)

Feyre/ Astraea

ASTRAEA--------

A breath, and then another. That is all of the time I allowed myself to appreciate my newfound freedom before I delved into my mind to locate the strand of magic that allowed me to monitor the life forces of the girls. I had made them wait long enough. I needed to know if they were safe, I needed to know what had caused the temporary death of Feyre. Within moments I had a location. The three were together, thankfully. It appeared that the three still lived near that strange magic barrier in the north. Another breath the calm myself and I used a small fragment of magic to transport myself nearby and cloak myself just in case they were in a situation where a strange woman appearing out of no where could cause problems.

As it turns out, cloaking myself was the right idea. I arrived in a room full of people and wrought with tension. I moved silently to a corner and began to observe the situation I had found myself in. On one side of the room sat a group of elaborately dressed women surrounded by heavily armed guards. On the opposite side of the room was a group of fae. Two of them had wings tightly folded behind them as they stood like sentinels. One of them, a female, had long golden hair that reminded me of Christa. She wore a glamorous red dress but I could tell that she wasn't the harmless female she portrayed herself as, she was a predator and the women sat opposite her were her prey. The final members of the group were a male and a female. The male was tall and dressed in clothing that carefully hid the sheer strength he wielded. He had dark hair and vibrant purple eyes that practically glowed with power. Beside him sat a beautiful and strangely familiar female. An elaborate crown sat upon her golden brown hair. It was when I saw her eyes, her familiar grey eyes that I recognised who it was. Feyre, my sweet, little Feyre, sat in front of me as a grown woman- no female. She was no longer human and I knew that it had something to do with her temporary death. For the moment I didn't dare think of it, I still needed to figure out what was going on. In the room there was one final group. Stood by the bay window, a pair of girls -Nesta and Elain- they both appeared to be trying to keep out of whatever was going on between the other two groups.

The two central groups appeared to be discussing something, a book. There were mentions of a cauldron and a war that was brewing in the north. My anger flared as the one of the heavily guarded women subtly insulted Feyre. It took all of my self control to not kill the woman. What I didn't realise was that my moment of anger had led to my cloak slipping slightly, only for a second but it had been long enough for me to be noticed. One of the winged fae tensed and approached the violet eyed male. They exchanged a few inaudible words before the violet eyed male spoke calmly,
"I hope you will excuse my interruption, but it appears that this conversation is no longer private."
The human women glanced around as their guards placed their hands on their weapons. I swore silently to myself knowing I had been noticed. Knowing if I waited the situation would get worse, I dropped the cloak and stepped forwards. Everybody looked towards me, most looking as though they wanted to attack. I raised my hands in surrender and spoke softly, completely forgetting about by horrific, blood soaked appearance.
"Please, I am not an enemy"
The other winged male stepped forward and asked demandingly,
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!"
I stared at him with apprehension wondering what I should say. Before I could say a word, Nesta spoke up,
"Astraea?!" She asked incredulously, " you're alive?!"
I let out a breathy laugh at her words before saying,
"I think so?"

FEYRE--------

After answering Nesta's question, the blood soaked woman - Astraea- went to step towards Nesta but found her path cut off by Cassian and Azriel. Watching the scene unfold before me, my hand unconsciously moved to my throat where Astraea's necklace was. Her eyes shot to me at my movement. Those silver eyes of hers flickering in recognition as she saw the pendant. Those eyes that had looked into mine all those years ago as she clasped the necklace around my neck. She was alive. Astraea was alive and standing in front of me. I nearly sobbed as I finally opened my mouth and spoke,
"I-its really you," I whispered,"you're alive"