Darkness(Percy Jackson/Throne of Glass crossover)

Fire

Warning, minor KoA spoilers. 

Aelin

I feel my body shifting. My magic raging against me. It's been a week since it has been let free and there is already a mountain full of it. My ears start to point my face becomes more distinct. The cuts along my back start to heal. Smells rush to my nose. The tapping of feet and the fidgeting of fingers is heard. I have shifted. I am Fae.

I hear gasps spread across the field. "There you go. Every meet Aelin. Aelin everyone." Maeve jokes. There are a few minutes of silence in which no one knows what to say. Maeve of course breaks it. "Cairn go fetch the box." I feel my heart rate speed up. No, no, no. Please.

I see it come to view the iron box that kept me as a prisoner for the long time I was captured. I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. I can still smell my blood on it. My rotting flesh.

"Fenrys, Connall. Put Her Highness inside." No, I don't want to. Never, I won't ever go back in there. Fenrys grab one of hands and Connall unties my chains giving me my perfect opportunity.

"I'm sorry." Fenrys whispers.

"Me too," I say back. I tap my bracelet on the Buzzard. Two hunting blades appear in my hand. Wasting no time I knock Fenrys out cold and move swiftly to Connall and do the same. I turn towards Maeve.

"I am not going in there. Never again." I growl.

"Cairn, get the bitch in her cage." I hiss. My back is only slightly healed. I won't be able to win against him using only a blade. So I make the battle fairer. My swords ignite.

The Fae male approaches me and I slowly circle around him. Figuring out which of his sides is the weak one. By the way he holds his sword. I presume his legs are normally not attacked and therefore an opening in his defence. That's when I longe.

Percy

I stare, memorized by her movements. Her body has changed, her ears are now pointed, her face more narrow. It is exactly how I pictured and elf to look like. Was she an elf?

I return my attention back to the battle. Aelin ducks under Cairn's sword and strikes for his legs. She manages to scrape a bit before his sword met hers. In that moment she used her other sword to strike his left arm. As quick as lighting he was there, blocking her attack. The continue like this, dancing against each other at high speeds for another tem minutes until Cairn manages to smack his broad swords hilt into Aelins hand, forcing her to let go of one of her swords. No doubt giving her a broken wrist.

That doesn't stop her though. She grasps to hands on the other sword. Pain in her face as she continues to fight. They last another five minutes before Cairn trips her over using his foot. Aelin falls to the floor and has Cairn on top of her, sword at her throat in seconds.

"Be a good girl and bet into the box, I can't wait to paint again." Cairn tell her. Aelin hisses at him, causing him to smile. He grabs her hands, sword still on her neck and pulls her from the ground. He leads her towards the box.

"No, no, no, no." Aelins pleads are all that is heard. Distant sirens are heard. The police are finally coming.

Aelin starts to light up. A jet of fire shots out to Cairn. He screams, his skin starts to burn. Aelin pounces on him and pushes him to the ground. The flame not hurting her.

"It's my turn to paint." She smirks and uses her bracelet to get a dagger. She than gets rid of the flame and slowly cuts Cairn deeply on the skin. His screams seems like music to her ears. Her lines are staight and precise as she carves out each letter. The word clear on his stomach. Rowan.

Aelin isn't finished though she continues to write it all over his boody until there is not a single bit of skin left. No skin left to carve. She gets of the ground and stands. Smiling. I feel horrified of what laid before me.

"See? I told you she wasn't innocent." Maeve says. "You've been traveling with some of the most feared people in Erilea." The sad part is that a little part of me believed her.

"Aedion Ashryver a Prince, General and the Wolf of the North." Maeve pauses staring staring at each of us.

"Lysandra." Maeved continues, "Lady of Caraverre, Shifter, Prostitute and Arobynn's personal whore." Meave smiles sheepishly. Every one stays quiet, wanting to know what other secrets they kept from us. 

"Dorian Havilliard. Magic user, son of a merciless man and King of Adarlan the second most powerful kingdom in Erilea." I feel my jaw dropping open. "Now for the bad ones." That was good?

"Manon Blackbeak. Man Eating Witch, White Demon, Witch Killer, Kin Slayer, Heir to the Blackbeak Clan, The Last Crochan Queen. High Queen of the Crochans and Ironteeth." A witch, a human eating witch. A Queen. 

"Last but not least. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius." Dam that's one hell of a name. "You think her name is long," she said as if reading my thoughts, "wait for this." 

"As Celaena Sardothien one of her many fake names, Queen of the Underworld, The King's Champion, Adarlan's Assassin. As Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, Witch Slayer, Aelin of the Wildfire, Aelin Fire-Bringer, Aelin Light-Bringer, Heir of Fire, Heir of Ash, Heir of Brannon,  Heir of Mala, Heir of Terrasen, The Queen who was Promised, Fire-breathing-bitch-queen and lastly Queen of Terrasen the strongest Kingdom in Erilea." An Assassin, a Queen. 

"You forgot two." Aelin said and stood up from Cairn's body. Taking out her swords. 

"And what may they be?"

"Elentiya, the spirit who can not be broken. And Fireheart..." Her voice disappears solemnly.

"Oh yes the names that your best friend and husband, mate gave you before both dieing." She said coldly. Aelin bared her teeth. "Oh yes, don't forget your beloved parents called you Fireheart didn't they?" It's as if another emotion came into her eyes. Pure hate. It was terrifying.

"Come at me Adarlan's Greatest Assassin. Lets see if those names are true." Maeve un-sheathes her blade. Than everything was set in flames as Aelin ran at the girl.