In shadows deep where whispers creep,
A tale of pride that falls asleep.
From tall heights, the fall begins,
A dance of loss in whispered sins.
Once golden crowns on noble brow,
Now weighed with dust, forgotten how.
Ambition's fire, now dim and cold,
A tale of glory left untold.
Echoes of laughter, once so bright,
Now fade to silence in the night.
A kingdom's fall, a broken throne,
In empty halls, the wind's soft blown.
The stars above, indifferent gleam,
Witness to a shattered dream.
Once mighty roar, now quiet sigh,
As an empire disappear and legends die.
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I do not own A Court Of Mist And Fury. All right reserved to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my OCs. Also, English is not my first language so pardon me if there are spelling or grammar mistakes.
[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea.
It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together.
The strings all tied back to one person. His mate.
A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content.
The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild