A Heart Of Ashes - RHYSAND STORY

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Y/N was positive her heart had stopped when those huge jaws snapped shut a mere two inches from her face, stopping just in time to avoid crushing her. Her heart hammered in her chest as adrenaline rocketed through her veins, eyes wide as he drew back in surprise and rage.

"Y/n! Why?!" He roared, and she felt her ears ringing.

She didn't move, keeping herself firmly before the Pure Evil. She didn't speak, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes, even as he growled menacingly in her face. Behind her, she could feel hands gripping her tightly, and she knew they were just as terrified as she was. Yet the fatal strike never came. Flaming, angry orbs stared down at her with nothing short of fury, but something had stopped him. Something was holding him back. For the first time, her eyes showed the faint signs of fear when looking at him. He didn't know which made his anger rise more—the fact she was standing before him, unreasonably, or that she was afraid of him.

"You two are gonna kill us all! This is not a place for your family drama! This planet is not ready for a destruction!"

Shaking his head, he emitted a loud sound of frustration, and then all at once he was swiftly stepping over them. They ducked to avoid being hit, and their heads turned as he stalked towards the entrance of the Castle. The men exchanged confused looks, but Y/N held up a finger to her lips as a warning for them to keep quiet.
Turning his head, Tamlin looked after Rhysand as he disappeared into the Phantom Castle, and he was about to go follow him, but a hand on his arm stopped him short. Looking, he was met with Y/N's firm gaze.

"I don't know the reason why you're here, but if you don't want you and your Bastards to die, you should better leave," she said mutedly, her voice stern. No matter who he was, he've done enough.

Amazed by her, Tamlin watched after her silently as she slowly walked after Rhysand.

Tamlin remained silent, uninterest by the present men, his eyes solidly trained on where the dragon and the Elf had walked.

Overcome with hatred, he felt his breathing quicken as his anger rose. Who was the She-Elf? Why did she appear to have allegiance with Rhysand? He did not know, but for that reason alone he despised her. He despised everyone.

Tamlin abruptly strode towards the entrance. No one dared to say or do anything.

Stealthily, he entered the Castle and dove behind one of the large pillars lining the great hall. They were still in the hall, which shined brilliantly with its silver pavement. Carefully, he edged closer, remaining hidden as he listened. Rhysand still looked furious as he towered over the Elven woman standing before him, glowering down at her with a stare that could froze the whole world.

"You do not have power over me, Elf!" He said, annoyed.

"I do not seek to overpower you, Rhysand," she replied, and Tamlin was amazed at how calm she was. Even a blind could notice her fearlessness.

"You made me look like a fool!"

"Then you shouldn't have attacked! I know you and Tamlin have a history, but even you can't deny that you would have done the same thing if you had been in his position. After all he is your brother.."

"You know nothing!"

"You are the only one left of your kind! And he is maybe the last one related to you."

He released a mocking snort. "Don't tell me you are trying to reach me?"

"Do you never grow bored? Seek a greater purpose?"

"What do you expect? Give him a pat on the shoulder and forget our past?" He challenged. "He's the true evil, Y/N! Open your eyes!"

"Maybe he needs a second chance!"