And so Amren tells her story. Azriel and I both eventually fade back out of our shadows as we all listen, but no one hears Elain until she's already upon us. The wall around us vanishes and Feyre is first to her sister's side. "Do you need anything?"
"No. I...I was sleeping, but I heard..." She shakes her hand and I find myself moving silently with Azriel closer to the girl. "I didn't hear you."
"But you heard something else." He says, but Elain backs away.
"She has the Sight. The Sight." My shadows murmurs before I wave them off to hear her.
"I think I was dreaming. I think I'm always dreaming these days."
"Let me get you some hot milk." Feyre offers gently and takes her sister's arm only for her to shake her off.
"I can hear her—crying." She says and I reach within myself for Azriel.
"There's more to this than madness...she isn't raving. She seems perfectly sane." I tell him and he nods, but doesn't speak.
"Who?" Feyre asks with desperation leaking into her voice.
"Everyone thinks she's dead. But she's not. Only—different. Changed. As I was."
"Who." Feyre pushes, but Elain just keeps walking away as Az and I move up the stairs to Feyre's side with Nesta.
"What did you see," Azriel asks softly and it seems like this is the right question since Elain turns back around.
"I saw young hands wither with age. I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it. It was angry. It was so, so angry that something had been taken. So it took something from them as punishment." My brows furrow as I try to work out the puzzle of words she's offered while Feyre faces Azriel with outstretched hands.
"What does that mean?" She asks and his eyes go to Elain, looking her over, then to me.
"You may be right." He murmurs before vanishing. I sigh as Feyre and I meet eyes without Azriel between us. Everyone slowly disperses, but Rhys and Cassian stall beside me.
"That wasn't too bad back there," Rhys tells me with a small gesture to his shadow.
"A good thing too since she has a long way to go on the physical side of things." Cassian pokes fun and I shoot him a vulgar sign with my hand.
"Fuck off. I just started." His smile and Rhys' attempt at one is a slight salve against everything that's happened tonight.
"You need more training with your magic. I'll see what I can do about that." Rhys says and I'm too sore and tired to argue. I also remember shattering that chair a while ago and would definitely prefer to have control over something like that.
"Physical training starts again tomorrow morning, little sister. Six." Cassian reminds me and I wonder whether suddenly extending my wings to shove him into the wall would be worth it.
"Wouldn't suggest it," Rhys says with a little smirk before I close my mind off to him once again, then wave at both of them before marching up the steps to my room.
"Bright and early!" Cassian shouts and I gift him another vulgar sign before finally entering my room. I collapse onto Azriel's blankets and breathe him in with my wings stretching out over the bed behind me. I've barely settled against the pillows before I'm asleep.
It only feels like it's been a few minutes when I feel a hand creeping up my arm. My arm flails wildly before I hear a voice. "Ouch! Fuck, Kaira, it's me!" Mor hisses and ducks when I spin around with my wings still out.
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Shadowsinger
Fanfiction"Perhaps this is death and it's playing a game with me. Maybe that's all death is, reliving the moment it took those that you most loved." Kaira's life ends with her family in the cold snow on the edge of the wall dividing fae and human lands. She's...
