When our worlds collide

Chapter 6

Lysandra

Aelin was gone. Not dead, thank the gods, but gone, through a portal to some unknown world, with no connections to any of us. Rowan was near feral. You could see it in his eyes that he would punch someone if they even breathed in his direction wrong.

"Why would Aelin be transported to another world, but when Rowan did exactly what she did, nothing happened?" Elide asked. 

"Pass me the crown," I said, wanting to see if we missed anything. Manon gave it to me with no argument. I looked around the outside and saw nothing but the bejewelled metal. I did more of a thorough check on the inside. If I wished for someone to be magically brought somewhere, I would make sure they couldn't see it unless they were really looking for it. I almost missed it, but practically the same colour as the gold was a wyrdmark! 

"Dorian," I said, the young kings head snapped up, looking at me expectingly. 

"Did you find anything?" He asked, looking hopeful.

"I think so, you have a book on wyrdmarks, don't you?"

"That was the first thing we checked but didn't find anything." Nonetheless, he was passing me a thick, leather-bound book. The first thing I looked for was summoning. Sure enough, after about five minutes of looking, I found a wyrdmark identical to the one on the crown. 

"Guys, someone planned this, look at the wyrdmark on the inside of the crown. In here, it says," I gestured to the book, "that someone from far away, like another continent, can summon someone and they get transported there-" 

"Great, so we just scour all the continents, and find her," Aedion said. You could tell he was almost as much on edge as Rowan was.

"Well that's the thing, it says here that if someone had a godly amount of power, they could summon her to another world, universe even," I said, as the bringer of bad news, I devour the words on this page, the next, and the next to see if I could find anything, anything at all good.

"Is there something there that we could use to help her?" Lorcan inquired. Aelin and Lorcan weren't what you would call best friends, but an unspoken agreement went between the two to kind of try get on decent terms.

"There's something very vague, I doubt it would be of any help-" 

"Doesn't matter how small the piece of information is,  it could be the key," Dorian said. I don't know where that wisdom came from but I obliged.

"If we got the found or somehow figured out who did this, we could get them and that person could bring her back." I looked at the group, everyone looked defeated, only until Manon piped up. 

"Look at yourselves! Pathetic, what would the bitch queen herself say?" Manon asked

"Probably something like 'try me bitch', and treat this like a challenge of her kingdom," I said, trying to lift everyone's spirits. "Let's find this human, magical creature, or god, and make them pay," I said, everyone nodded enthusiastically.

Aelin

Mor came in, looking mildly amused.

"I don't suppose you want to tell us what we want to know?" She said. I just smiled.

"I could put you six feet under so fast-" I started.

"Oh, by the cauldron! All this talk but I doubt you can back up shit." She countered. Like her or not, they were all underestimating me. She walked out without another word, letting me wallow in my self-pity alone.

 My wallowing lasted all of ten minutes before they dragged me out of that room into what looked like a training room. Three exits, including the one I came from. There were swords on the wall though, from the looks of them, I would say the majority of them were just for show. Three fighting rings, I hoped I was going into one of those, I needed to work off some of the stress and anger from today. The male I was versing, Cassian I heard the others call him, was supposedly one of the best fighters in Prythian.

"Ready to talk yet?" He asked hauntingly.

"Hmm, no don't think so," I replied sweetly.

"Shame, if you were it would've saved a lot of bones from being broken."

I only smiled, wide. He threw a sword at me, which I caught with ease, then, without warning, he swung a fist at me, fast as lightning. Luckily, I was faster.

Feyre

I stood there and watched in amazement as Celaena, a human girl, constantly undermined Cassian. A centries old general of Rhys' armies. Every time that Cassian lunged or struck his sword or fist out, she would easily sidestep or roll out of the way and deliver her strike that he could barely block. 

"How the hell is she not unconscious, or dead for that matter yet?" I wondered aloud. No one answered as they were staring in awe at the two fighting. Celaena had drawn first blood, but Cassian used his Illyrian magic and shot an arrow through her shoulder. She seemed unfazed since it wasn't fatal, so she just yanked it out and switched to her other hand. She had to be worse with that hand, right? She didn't have a chance. Celaena then, somehow, had gotten past Cassians guard, with her uninjured arm and had now gone offensive! He looked taken aback, and Celaena saw this and used it to her advantage. Cassian looked over to Rhys, almost to say, what the hell? when Celaena swung out her leg, tripped the Illyrian, and pinned him! 

"That was fun," Celaena said as she got off him like it was nothing. Cassian looked humiliated and enraged. We all just looked at her in wonder. I then regained the ability to speak.

"Uh, do you want me to heal your shoulder?" She looked down at it like it was nothing, but then shrugged and agreed. She took her shirt off but left the piece of fabric around her breasts on. I gasped at the skin on her back. Everyone else was too. 

"What?" She asked while turning around.

"Your- your back," Azriel said. She touched the skin and her face crumpled. She started mumbling to herself. The only parts of which I caught was, 'it's real', and 'you escaped'. I couldn't move, there wasn't a square centimetre of unharmed flesh. There was a flash of bright light. The only thing I registered. Celaena was fae, and she was literally on fire.