Greetings fellow Throne of Glass and Sarah J Maas enthusiasts! The idea for this fan fic just kinda zapped into my head today and flew onto the paper quite of its own accord. This fic is titled The Spring or The Spirit of the Spring and is set in Doranelle after EoS and sometime during ToG6. All characters and locations are subject to copyright by SJM. ENJOY! ***contains EoS spoilers***
Gods, it was shredded. Rowan couldn’t make out a single remnant of the tattoo he had etched into her skin only months before. Not a drop of ink could be detected by sight or smell amongst the mauled tatters of her rotting and infected flesh. Gods.
A shudder rocked like a lightning strike down Rowan’s spine.
If Cairn hadn’t already been killed …
But he couldn’t think of that now. Not when Aelin was standing before him, hand outstretched to his own as she tunneled down into the last dredges of her power and then reached for his.
Mauve’s mouth was open in a silent scream, her back arched as she hovered above the marble floor of her palace veranda, suspended by the invisible threads of Fenrys’ magic. Connall lay in a burned heap at Mauve’s feet, having refused to leave her side. Fenrys had simply turned his head aside, tears Rowan had never seen slipping down his cheeks as Aelin dealt her judgement upon his twin.
Cairn’s body … gods. He’d been ripped to literal ribbons by Lorcan’s dark power. Lorcan hardly fared much better. But the bastard would survive.