Worlds Splitting

I'm going to find my mate.

Rhysand woke up in a unfamiliar field that looked to be on fire. As his blurry glaze cleared he discovered that it wasn't on fire. Instead, it was covered in red and orange flowers. The sun was low in a distant sky and the icy dew soaking through his clothes told him that it was morning. 

The last he could remember, he was having dinner with Feyre. How had he ended up in a field?

There was a grunting sound from next to him and Rhys turned to find Cassian nestled in the grass with his mouth wide open and wings spread around him. He snored again. 

"Cassian." Rhys reached over and tickled his wings. "Wake up." 

Cassian squeaked at the touch. He sat up, making his wings shiver to shake the droplets from them. "What do you-" He stopped, realising he wasn't in the manor. "Rhys, is this a joke or something?"

Rhysand didn't respond. Instead, he got to his feet and began to stride off. Muttering about the difference between a field and a bed, Cassian followed. 

"Feyre?" Rhys called, not troubling to keep his voice down. "Feyre!" 

Cassian jogged to keep up with Rhysand. "Do you think we're in summer court? Spring maybe?" He pulled a face. "If I see Tamlin I'm going to throw up. It's too early to deal with jerks." 

Rhysand paused and turned in a slow circle. This didn't look like the night court. It was always possible they were in some farmer's disused field on the outskirts of his land but he doubted it; it was too warm for the time of year. Who would have dared take the lord of night out of his home and away from his bed? And who would want to leave him in a field somewhere? Was it some kind of prank? Somehow, Rhys doubted it. Especially when Cassian suddenly spread his wings and took off from behind him, diving into a nearby wood. 

A moment later, Cassian flapped out again, dragging a shouting human with him. He dropped the man in front of Rhys before landing, tucking in his wings. 

The human was glaring furiously as Rhys but his main concern at the moment seemed to be the long blonde hair that had fallen into a terrible mess after it's airborne experience. He was perhaps two inches taller than Rhys, and his stiff, burly movements made him unnaturally intimidating for a human, not that Rhysand would ever admit it.

The human stared down at Rhys for a moment longer before turning and examining Cassian. "I must be drunker than I thought." 

Rhysand sniffed the man and did, indeed, scent the alcohol lacing his breath. To his surprise, the man sniffed him back. "You haven't, by any change, seen a drunk ghost leopard around here have you?" He asked.

"A drunk what?" Rhys asked, beginning to again wonder if this was some sort of joke.  

The man turned back to him. "Ghost leopard. Probably. Or anything really. Anything or anyone particularly drunk?" 

"You?" Cassian asked, his voice full of amusement. 

"No, no not me. I'm not that drunk. She was worse. But then again I am currently seeing a fae with wings and a male  who smells like a bat so maybe I was more drunk than her"

Rhys rolled his eyes. This was definitely a joke. Feyre and Azriel had teamed up against them or something. "You're not imagining us. Where is this? Summer court?" 

"Caraverre, in Terrasen." The drunk man made a mock bow. "Lord Aedion at your service, Mister Bat." 

"Lord?" Cassian scoffed, chocking in an attempt not to laugh. 

Rhys was done. He needed to find Feyra. He pushed the human, Aedion, out the way and made to stroll on to continue his search when he found a sword blocking his path. He turned to the human with a growl. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Aedion asked, his voice suddenly less slurred. 

"I'm going to find my mate." Rhys murmured, not taking his eyes from the stranger's.

"Not in my territory you're not."  Aedion met Rhys's stare with an equally intense one of his own.  "Come with me. I can send out a search party for your mate but I'm not letting some strange fae prowl my land." 

Rhys looked towards Cassian, expecting to see him excited for the forthcoming fight, but instead he looked serious, as if he was actually listening to the threat. He looked away from Aedion and met Rhys's gaze. It was clear in his expression that he thought they should go with this human. 

They followed Aedion to his own home. On the way, he explained to the two of them that the ghost leopard who he had been asking about was actually his shape shifting wife. Maybe they were in the spring court after all. 

It wasn't until Aedion offered them a drink that Rhys began to loose patience. He didn't want to drink. He needed to find Feyre. He'd spent the journey gently tugging at and then calling down the bond but there was no response. The bond was still there, and it wasn't static. It was just quiet.

Rhys decided he was wasting time. He wasn't going to wait around for Aedion to get together a flimsy human search party. He let a blast of power hit Aedion. Nothing powerful, but enough to get them enough time to get away. What he did not expect was for Aedion's fist to connect with the side of his face. 

He woke up on a horse, his arms wound with iron chains. Iron? Really? Human's had to be aware by now that didn't work. Cassian was riding next to him, his own hands unbound. He wore a smirk of immense pride. 

Aedion was riding ahead of them. He was hunched over his own horse, his shoulder's shaking with what was probably fury. 

They were riding through a crowded city. People weren't exactly lining the streets to cheer at their approach, but many did stop and call out to Aedion who waved back stiffly. They arrived at the large castle in the centre of the city. Aedion dismounted and strode in without a  word, leaving Cassian to help Rhysand dismount with his chained wrists. 

They followed Aedion into the castle, focusing more on not getting lost than the elegant decor. Rhys was still wondering why he was in chains when Cassian put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked up and saw they were in some kind of elegant throne room. 

But it wasn't the room that caught his his eye. It was the beautiful blonde female perched on a throne in front of him. Her fine clothes and crocked crown made her look different, but if was defiantly her. The girl who had fallen through the sky.