A Heart Of Ashes - RHYSAND STORY

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Y/N was the first to respond, running forward and pushing her way through the others in haste. She walked straight passed Tamlin, whose eyes remained glued to Rhysand in absolute shock. They all barely moved an inch as she knelt by Rhysand's non-standart form.
A movement caught the corner of her eye, and she lifted her head in alert.

"Morrigan!" She exclaimed.

Azriel took a step forward. "What have you done?" he asked, having recovered from his shock for the most part.

"It looks to me like I just saved all your lives; though, I am not too sure as to why," She replied curtly.

"Well, it is nice to know there are such spells," Tamlin mocked. "You don't know what a foolish thing you've done."

Y/N had been kneeling next to Rhysand's body, when his eyes had suddenly snapped open, causing her to retract herself—startled. Rhysand couldn't have been more confused if he'd woken up in the cave. Blinking, he stared up at the woman who have knelt beside him, who he realized was Y/N, but she looked different. It was after another moment or so that he realized he was looking up at her. Y/N saw it in his eyes that he had come to some sort of realization of what had happened, and she winced before jumping to her feet in alarm. She backed up a few feet as she began to move, and she swiftly turned to usher the warriors back with haste. They did, putting a fair distance between themselves and Rhysand as he clumsily staggered to his feet. At first he was horribly uncoordinated, as he looked around at his surroundings with wide eyes.

Everything was huge, as if he was staring through a magnifying glass. The ceiling seemed to stretch up for miles, and he stumbled back a bit as he peered upwards. His whole body felt unnaturally light, causing him to fumble with his movements as he stepped about on uncoordinated legs like a newborn colt. He jumped when he felt a hand on him, and he whipped about sharply.

"Steady, Rhysand!" Y/N said, eyeing him warily.

He stared at her wide-eyed at seeing she was standing just three heads shorter than him. Her eyes were large and cautious, her hands held up before her like a person trying to calm a spooked animal. A quick glance behind her at the men made him freeze where he was, his already wide eyes growing even more in size. Even they were bigger than they were before, staring at him like he had sprouted two extra heads. That was when he lost it.

"Who am I?"

"Go outside!" Y/N ordered the party, and they hastily did as she said without complaint nor argument.

Tamlin mumbled, "We need to talk soon," before he dissappeared into the nothing.

She approached him slowly, wary despite his humanized form. Downsized or not, he was still the size of a huge werebear with two equally powerful wings, strong tail, razor sharp claws at his hands, and a mouthful of human teeth. He was yelling at Morrigan, demanding to be changed back as Y/N continued her attempts to calm him down.

"Rhysand, easy—easy! Shhh—hey!" Taking a chance, she took a daring step closer to him and grabbed his head in her hands by gripping the two large horns on his forehead to keep him steady. This stilled him momentarily, and he stopped fidgeting as her voice reached his ears pointed ears, speaking to him in the Elven tongue. Her voice was calm and soothing, and he found himself listening despite his rage and panic. When he had stilled enough, she had rested her forehead against his, her hand moving to caress his agonisingly soft hair.

"Easy. Your heart is still tender. Relax, Rhysand... relax..."

The twin brothers and their warriors turned their heads to see Y/N walking towards them, unharmed but strict in the eyes. Azriel was the first to stride up to her, his own eyes containing the obvious desire to grab her by her pretty throat, but before he could so much as open his mouth to speak she had her blade out and held across his throat. He froze when he felt the cool metal touch his jugular, but she made no move to make a lethal blow.