When our worlds collide

Chapter 8

Aelin

Somehow, I ended up telling Mor my entire life story. She came in, obviously from listening at the door. She told Rhysand to go eat dinner.

"Take everyone else as well, I'll take care of her." She said to him. He reluctantly left and disappeared. It took me a while to fully open up to her, but when I did she looked like she understood. I told her about how my parents died, how Arobynn took me in, about what I had to do for him. I told her about those last few months, I even told her about Sam. I told her about Endovier, meeting Dorian and Chaol, about meeting my family, one by one. I told her everything up until I got sucked into a portal.

"And well you know the rest." I finished. The only thing I did keep to myself is Rowan. I couldn't bring myself to bring him up or what he meant to me. When I had finished, she told me about her life. It was horrible. Her virginity being sold? Brutal. I wanted to kill her biological family. Knowing that's what Lysandra had to go through as well? It hit hard.

"And then when the war was done, nothing at all went back to normal." I understood that. Terrasen was still trying to rebuild. everything. Memorials, houses, shops. Everyone was helping but it wasn't finished yet. "Would you like to come to dinner with us?" Mor said hopefully. I only smiled.

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As it turns out, Rhysand and Feyre's third in command and I were, even more, the same than we thought. I picked out a lavish green dress that hugged my curves well. It had a subtle glitter all over it with a long slit that went up to my upper thigh. When I walked out of the room I would be staying in before I figured out how to get home, I found Mor in a pretty similar dress, only hers was a deep red, so was most of her cosmetics.

"Why green?" She asked. Pure curiosity, but I smiled.

"It's the colour of Terrasen," I supplied as an answer. I knew she could do what Fenrys could, they called it winnowing, but we walked the streets of Velaris. I described one court meeting where Lysandra pranked Aedion, as well as everyone else, by telling everyone that she was pregnant. Aedion, of course, went full territorial fae bastard on everyone, and even when Lysandra and I both told him multiple times that it was just a prank, he had an assortment of snarls and growls to do for the rest of the day. We were both laughing when we walked into a restaurant by the water. It was dimly lit, and many happy people were laughing and having a good time on their respective tables. I just had to hope that Mor could convince her, as they call it, Inner Circle not to torture more information out of me.

Mor

Celaena- Aelin, as we should call her, walked over to our group, swaggering with a cocky grin on her face. She sat next to me, but there was a silence where no one quite knew what to say to her. Finally, Cassian just being Cassian blurted out,

"Any chance of a rematch?" I thought she would straight up refuse, but instead, she replied without missing a beat,

"Can't wait to humiliate yourself again?" Everyone laughed, and as if an invisible cord had been snapped, they all started talking again, but with Aelin, as if she had been apart of this group for forever. Everyone flooded her with questions.

"So, Mor tells us that your a queen, am I correct?" Cassian had a shit-eating grin that we all knew could only mean trouble. Aelin just nodded.

"So, hypothetically, when you go back to whatever small city you're from in the faerie realms, could I come to check out your weapons room? Maybe have our rematch them?"

"I don't live in a small city, but sure." No one really paid attention to that.

"So where are you from?" Feyre asked. It was an innocent enough question, but her answer definitely wouldn't be what they expected.

"Erilea." She said. The disbelieving looks they all gave her made her expand. "Well more specifically Terrasen."

"Uhh, Celaena-" Rhys started

"Aelin," she corrected.

"Aelin, there is no such thing or place as Terrasen." Aelin only looked at me, but I looked a Rhys, opening up my mental shield just enough for him to get in and see what happened. After a while, Rhys looked like he finally understood a hell of a lot. After that initial processing, he had a look of pity. I could understand that, after a detailed description of that death camp, Endovier, it was so much to go through at such a young age. 

Amren

Why? Who is she? What did I do? Early this morning I had visions, but not like Elain's future-telling stuff, but like I was remembering something, like someone erased a memory but now it was resurfacing. I opened a portal to a different world. I retrieved a crown. I drew something with an obsidian coloured substance, a symbol I didn't recognise. I put the crown back. The 'memory' was fuzzy around the edges like I was seeing through someone else's eyes, or being possessed. What was her purpose here?