one sword and a world of troubles

Verses about identity in Christ:

You are a child of God-
1 John 3:1
See what great love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him.

John 1:12
Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God—

Galatians 3:26-28
For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

You are a new creation-
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.

Galatians 2:20
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.

Colossians 3:9-10
Do not lie to one another, seeing that you have put off the old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator.

You are in Him-

1 John 2:4
But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him. By this we know that we are in Him.

1 John 5:20
And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us an understanding, that we may know Him who is true; and we are in Him who is true, in His Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God and eternal life.

You are God’s special possession-
1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.

Ephesians 1:4-5
For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will—

Psalm 139:14
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Ephesians 2:10
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

YOU were created in God’s image-
Genesis 1:27
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

You are God’s righteousness-
2 Corinthians 5:21
God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.

Romans 5:17
For if, because of one man’s trespass, death reigned through that one man, much more will those who receive the abundance of grace and the free gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man Jesus Christ.

You are a conqueror-

Romans 8:35/37
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.

1 John 4:4
You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

2 Corinthians  2:14
Now  thanks  be  unto  God,  which  always  causeth  us  to  triumph  in  Christ,  and   maketh   manifest   the   savour  of  His  knowledge  by  us  in  every  place.

You are God’s temple-
1 Corinthians 3:16
Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit lives in you?

 2 Corinthians 6:16
For ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people.

You are not condemned-

Romans 8:1
There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.

Psalm 34:22
The Lord redeems the life of His servants; none of those who take refuge in Him will be condemned.

You are light-
Ephesians 5:8-9
For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth)

Matthew 5:14
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.

You are not forgotten-
Isaiah 49:16
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.

Deuteronomy 28:13
And the Lord will make you the head and not the tail; you shall be above only, and not be beneath, if you heed the commandments of the Lord your God, which I command you today, and are careful to observe them.

Psalm 27:10
Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me.

dreaming of a peaceful world - one where you and i can finally rest again

this is lucina! is… beautiful pt 2! here’s pt 1 and here’s eliwood is beautiful 

and that’s it for ____ is beautiful! i just wanted to draw eliwood in a pretty way, and then it became sth about why i like these two characters. this one is a bit sad, as i was thinking of chrom’s ‘one sword and a world of troubles’ line

now, back to drawings with considerably less plantlife!


  • ❛ Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been looking all over for you! ❜
  • ❛ I wish for your freedom. ❜
  • ❛ She thinks the monkey is the sultan. ❜
  • ❛ Rick ‘em, rack 'em, rock 'em, rake! Stick that sword into that snake! ❜
  • ❛ All right, Sparky, here’s the deal. If you wanna court the little lady, you gotta be a straight shooter. Do ya got it? ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna grant me any three wishes I want, right? ❜
  • ❛ I can’t believe it. I’m losing to a rug. ❜
  • ❛ Phenomenal cosmic powers! Itty bitty living space! ❜
  • ❛ Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world! ❜
  • ❛ Trouble? No way. You’re only in trouble if you get caught. ❜
  • ❛ No, really. On a scale of one to ten, you are an eleven. ❜
  • ❛ Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts. ❜
  • ❛ All this for a loaf of bread? ❜
  • ❛ No matter what anybody says, you’ll always be a prince to me. ❜
  • ❛ You ain’t never had a friend like me! ❜
  • ❛ Made you look. ❜
  • ❛ Who disturbs my slumber? ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, I like it! Muy macho! ❜
  • ❛ You little fool. You thought you could defeat the most powerful being on Earth. ❜
  • ❛ We’ll be rich, live in a palace, and never have any problems at all. ❜
  • ❛ It’s all so magical. ❜
  • ❛ I must’ve hit my head harder than I thought. ❜
  • ❛ Please, try to understand. I’ve never done a thing on my own. I’ve never had any real friends. ❜
  • ❛ You’re speechless, I see. A fine quality in a wife. ❜
  • ❛ You won’t get away so easy! ❜
  • ❛ Do you mind if I kiss the monkey? ❜
  • ❛ The universe is mine to command! To control! ❜
  • ❛ You’ve heard of the golden rule, haven’t you? Whoever has the gold makes the rules. ❜
  • ❛ How many times do I have to kill you, boy? ❜
  • ❛ Do you trust me? ❜
  • ❛ Trust me, my pungent friend. You’ll get what’s coming to you. ❜
  • ❛ Well, l can’t do any more damage around this popsicle stand. l’m… outta here! ❜
  • ❛ I’m in a whole new world with you. ❜
  • ❛ Button up, _____. Learn to have a little fun! ❜

anonymous asked:

Okay 1. I love your blog. 2. I have a character who's very strong and she is constantly fighting for her life. I planned on giving her a katana as a weapon but after I read your post about how katanas suck I was like "Okay, so I won't give her a katana." But what sword would someone be able to use in the modern world pretty effectively while actually using it to defend themselves?

There’s a real reason why we don’t use swords anymore.

Beyond the problems posed by guns (and knives for that matter), the sword is simply inconvenient in a modern environment. You could still carry one (depending on country/state restrictions on weapons… maybe not, especially not without a permit), but people will look at you funny. And, maybe, be a little worried about your mental health if you walked into the local MiniMart with a real, sharpened, honest to god longsword belted to your hip.

It’s basically the equivalent of walking into a store or getting into a taxicab with an AR15 strapped to your chest. Except, weirder.

Also, you can’t conceal it. You’re going to get arrested. You’re gonna get tased. No, I’m not kidding that really happened to a man carrying a katana on his back in SoCal. This is not the only example. There are a lot of people who carry swords… and a lot people who get tased for their trouble.

The other human beings around you will see that sword as an active potential threat to their safety, and swords don’t have a gun lobby lobbying for the right to carry them wherever. The cops will arrest you. It is no longer culturally acceptable to openly carry these weapons as a matter of practice.

Society has moved on.

Now, in a fictional context we can fudge the rules a bit. Still, you should be aware of the realities especially if you’re writing toward modern fiction. The modern world is one you’re readers will be intimately familiar with, so if you’re working outside the set norms it’d behoove you to explain yourself.

Swords make sense in Urban Fantasy settings or cultures where guns have (inexplicably in many cases) ceased to work. (And if you’ve got any technology with a combustion engine, you’re going to have guns. Or explosives. The theory behind the gun is simply you use an explosion to propel an object at high velocities in the direction you want. What we have now is just a refinement of that thought process. If you have fireworks, someone will inevitably hit on the idea that you can shoot fireworks at your enemies then work to improve the process. We call this science.)

What a character does on their own property is their business, but it’s a different story when they’re out in public.

If you’re serious about your character carrying a sword, then these are issues that should be addressed or, at least, considered.


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Like seriously he spent the time with everyone in line to chat and answer their questions. He wanted to know where we’re from and he really answered everyone’s questions in a detailed manner. I really appreciated that!


and if there’s something going on there–

(This is all being transcribed from memory so I can’t vouch for perfect quotes, so please don’t quote me exactly!)

First things first–we can’t really ever know, but clearly something made Sherlock rescue Irene, (re: his sword–that was probably pretty gory!) But Irene probably gets into all sorts of trouble all over the world, knowing she’s got Sherlock on a lead [implying that Sherlock would come and rescue her if she gets into too much trouble.]

He also said maybe they get together and tear a room apart.

They’re the only two ‘bad’ enough to deserve each other (memory’s fritzing there but that’s basically the gist).


He repeated though its one of those things that we can’t ever know.


We also got a picture and an autograph with him with my Japanese Sherlock comic which was great.

Hilariously enough I was in line struggling with this giant framed picture of Irene and Sherlock with a piece of her wallpaper.

Moonlight Sonata

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

fandom: the hobbit

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

The moon had risen high, a bright shining light in the dark of the night that led me through the forest.  

When I finally emerged from deep within I noticed one of the elves that were known to live here. He was leaning against a tree, his attention focused on something else. He would have heard me coming miles ago if he hadn’t been distracted.  

By nature, elves weren’t violent. They lived in piece, away from the rest of the world, unfazed by its troubles. You still had to be cautious around them. They did not like intruders in their domain and could be very cunning if it suited them.  

I slowly pull out my sword, not to use it but to be prepared. Moving forward as quietly as I can I stop when a twig cracks under my weight. A human like me wouldn’t have heard the sound this far away but the elf turns his head in my direction and raises a bow, directly aimed at my head. His brows furrow in confusion when he looks at me. Did he expect someone else?  

He moves over to my side so gracefully and quick that I am shocked when his hand tightens around my arm and he slams me against a tree painfully rough. For someone who looked so innocent and beautiful he had way too much strength.  

“What are you doing here, human?” He hisses at me, malice laced in his voice. It was obvious that he did not like my presence here.  

“I…I was passing by…just passing by.” His harsh words caught me off guard and all I can get out is a mix of stuttered words.  

“Be quiet.”  

“But you asked!”  

“Human! Shut your mouth this instant if you don’t want to die a painful death.”  

At first I thought he was threatening me but then I heard it. Drums banging in the dark of night. The sound of war and destruction coming closer. I had heard it before. Orcs where on their way. It was a dreadful noise, one I had hoped never to hear in my life time but here it was again.  

“What are they doing here?”  

“I was about to find out when you stumbled in here with the gracefulness only humans posses, like a drunk troll trying to catch it’s pray.”

 "Excuse me?!“ 

“No, you are not excused human.”  

I began to wonder if they truly lived out here in the woods on their own decision or if everyone else had just been fed up with them. This guy made me furious. How could one person be so breathtakingly annoying in such a short amount of time? He was rude, plain and simple rude.  

“My name’s Y/N.” I say stubbornly.

“I do not care for your name.”  

“Fine. What’s your name then? I could call you rude elf but I have a feeling you wouldn’t like that.”  

“Thranduil and now be…”  

There was a loud growl behind us and I saw myself face to face with one of the biggest orcs I had ever seen. The will to fight quickly left my body and was replaced by fear as my sword slipped from my grip and landed on the floor.  

“Move!” I finally stop staring at the thing and look over to Thranduil who is frantically pulling at my wrist in an attempt to get me to move. I didn’t even notice until now.  

My feet finally start to move and he pulls me away with him just as the orc’s sword hits the spot where I stood only seconds ago.  

We’re dashing through the woods and I have troubles to keep up. I can hardly make anything out. It’s dark and cold. I spot a bush or tree stump from time to time but that’s it. Everything looks the same, trees all around me. I hope he knows where we are going because I certainly don’t.

I’m completely out of breath when we finally stop. Looking around, I can make out the outlines of a small cave.  

“Do you…” Two deep breaths to calm my racing heart and pump some air into my lungs, “Do you know where we are?”  


“No? But you’re an elf, you know everything about your forest!”  

“We’re not in my realm anymore, human.”  

“Y/N.” I mumble, knowing full well he won’t use it anyway, “What should we do now?” I ask in a whiney tone, having lost all strength and determination on the way.  

“We stay until the sun rises, the orcs should be gone by then. Do us all a favour and don’t speak until then.”  

How is it possible that I find the most cranky elf in all of history on my first visit here and manage to get stuck with him for the night? Was my luck really as bad as everyone always told me?


▪ Warrior
▪ Honestly wears his crown more than you’d think
▪ His cloak is wine ( color ref. page )
▪ Crest is burned into his upper, right chest
▪ Refused to be one of those ‘soft’ princes
▪ Not that he isn’t soft
▪ He just believes in the more aggressive side
▪ He doesn’t feel the need to get married
▪ He’s got 16 brothers
▪ Let them do it
▪ Grew up practicing with Taeil
▪ The most skilled swordsman in the Kingdom
▪ Even besting his oldest brother
▪ Smirks after every trial because
▪ ‘It’s not a test, when we already know the result, Father.’
▪ Often goes out to patrol
▪ Accompanied by Charon
▪ His wolf
▪ Often found near the blacksmith
▪ Helping with weapons
▪ And armor
▪ Quiet
▪ Almost mysterious
▪ Doesn’t say much to anyone
▪ Including his family
▪ When it comes to celebrations, and balls
▪ He generally keeps close to the throne
▪ Would most likely be mistaken for a guard if not for how he was dressed
▪ Not to his liking
▪ ‘You, are a prince. Therefor, you will dress like a prince.’ - Taeyong, laying the clothes out for him
▪ ‘I didn’t ask to be a prince.’ - Him
▪ ‘That isn’t my problem, Jeno. Why are you trying to upset mother?!’ - Taeyong
▪ Often gets into fights with his older siblings for not wanting to be a royal
▪ He wants to fight
▪ And help the nation
▪ Not sit inside, watching people die
▪ Expresses his inner thoughts to Jaehyun
▪ Or Mark
▪ Because apparently they are the only ones who will listen
▪ Sneaks out a lot
▪ Has a secret love for nature
▪ ‘It’s pure. Despite the harsh treatment of the world.. It’s truly the only pure thing left.’

Love -
▪ You weren’t supposed to be there
▪ You could have been killed
▪ He knew who you were
▪ You were a servant
▪ He saw you watching all of his trials, pretending the clean something
▪ One day, he caught you around the weaponry
▪ Wielding a sword
▪ One that went crashing to the ground when he stepped out
▪ Arms crossed
▪ ‘Only a Prince should be touching these. What are you doing in here?’ - Him
▪ You nearly fell over, panicking
▪ After all, you didn’t want to end up in more trouble that you had been before
▪ ‘Don’t worry. I can teach you how to fight, if you’d like?’ - Him
▪ You snort
▪ ‘Do you think I need your help?’
▪ Dueling
▪ You practice on each other in the forest
▪ He never imagined actually hurting you
▪ You were on the same level of himself
▪ Unless you faltered
▪ And, he almost decapitated you
▪ Your collar poured blood from where his sword caught the skin
▪ ‘Shit!’
▪ He was furious
▪ ‘You should have blocked better!’ - Him
▪ He’s never yelled at you before
▪ And, now he was beyond angry
▪ You began tearing up as he continued on
▪ Looking down, he finally fell silent
▪ ‘I… I’m sorry- I just- you could have gotten hurt even worse.. and.. it would have been my fault,’
▪ Before you could respond
▪ He continued
▪ ‘I can’t lose the only other thing in the world that makes sense to me. It would be even worse if I lose you to my own hand.’
▪ Despite the tears, and blood
▪ You pushed into his arms
▪ Kissing him deeply
▪ ‘I love you, so much.’ - Him
▪ You took a moment to say it back
▪ He was on cloud 9
▪ The family knew
▪ They weren’t blind
▪ Plus, when the two youngest come to the throne room screaming about what they’d seen
▪ You lived in the palace from then on, in his room
▪ You knew you’d have to be patient when he went to war
▪ You only hoped he’d soon return
▪ Or, return at all

a/n - kind of want to turn the ending into an angst scenario…..
Also, this is for the anon requesters, as well as the lovely @jeno-xoxo ; vnv

Fire Emblem Quotes Starters

  • “A little bit too much is enough for me.”
  • “A true ninja has the milk bottled before the cow can feel its loss.”
  • “ARGH! I won’’t stand here to be pelted with fruit by a madwoman!”
  • “Ah, reality. I have come to loathe that place as of late.”
  • “Don’t mess with a bunny!”
  • “Don’t you put any stock in this destiny hogwash!”
  • “Fruit is proof that the gods exist and love us! Just kidding! Life is meaningless.”
  • “How dare you interfere with my ploys to get attention!”
  • “How well will you die?”
  • “I am a prince before I am a son or brother.”
  • “I don’t know who’s responsible, so I’m going to destroy you all!”
  • “I don’t pick fights I don’t win.”
  • “I suppose all I want is for all of our people to be happy.”
  • “I think that every creature is weird and wonderful in its own way! …Except cows. Cows just annoy me.”
  • “I will not rest until every woman in the realm swoons at just hearing my name!”
  • “If the stomach is empty, empty, too, lies the heart.”
  • “If you’re looking for ransom I can assure you, I don’t have any money. What I do have are a very particular set of honey cakes.”
  • “Laugh, and I’ll kill you.”
  • “Let me check… Nope. Still not going to do it.”
  • “Look, I know I’m unbelievably sexy, but you don’t have to stare so hard.”
  • “Look…Would you mind rejoining the enemy?”
  • “No mercy, No forgiveness!”
  • “Now submit! Give your body over to me!”
  • “Oooh, it seems we’ve touched a nerve! I do so enjoy inappropriate touching…”
  • “Pick a god and pray!”
  • “Shut up and prepare to get stabbed.”
  • “Smile! You’re dead.”
  • “Sometimes the righteous path is the most treacherous to walk.”
  • “Surrender to me now and live!”
  • “Surrender? Sorry, I’m not familiar with the word.”
  • “There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know.”
  • “They caught me with my pants down.”
  • “Time to tip the scales!”
  • “WAR IS HECK!”
  • “War and I go way back!”
  • “War is a simple thing. What comes after, that is hard.”
  • “We’re not pawns of some scripted fate. It’s the invisible ties we forge that bind us together.”
  • “Well, usually I disarm foes by removing their arms. But your way sounds impressive, too!”
  • “Well, when a mommy zombie loves a daddy zombie very much…”
  • “When life gives you lemons, squirt lemon juice into everyone else’s eyes so that you don’t have to suffer alone.”
  • “Yay for my face!”
  • “Yes, it’s a Brave Lance, and I’m proud of it.”
  • “You are just a corpse that does not know he’s dead.”
  • “You deserved better from me than one sword and a world of troubles.”
  • “You there, in the bushes. You have until the count of five to show yourself before I start throwing sharp objects. One…two…four…”
  • “You’re about to die, scream if you must.”
  • “You’re not pathetic! You’re human—like the rest of us.”
where should I start?
where should I go?
am I still existing?
am I still here?
Do anyone see me?
Why am I asking this?
They don’t. Yes they don’t.
When everything is new at sight
when you expect that everything will be bright and lite
but the shades become darker than black
and no one seems to notice that you’re losing the pack
cause nobody seems to care
that you are there
existing just like them
holding no sword nor a pen
I was not a mere shadow of any
I was not really sure why you don’t see me
I’m still haunted by the world of uselessness
I’m still a captive of the un belongingness
I can’t move off my feet, I can’t be free to take a sit
How do you consider this a home
If I can’t be who I want on my own
Everything was so structured
they say just follow the rules
to cause no trouble and live happily
but never will it happen
I am so close on giving up the end
but why am I still holding on?
maybe I’m still hoping that it will soon get better
I will find my place inside those four corners
exercising happiness at its extent
dreaming about their promises of a happy end
A Court of Sea and Stars (1)

Chapter One: Starlight and Moondust

Feyre’s POV

I was thrown to the ground as the world gave a shudder—as it trembled as if it were fighting…fighting like we were against the power of the Cauldron. Like it was slowly being bent to the will of another—and it was losing.

Above the din of battle, I could hear him, Rhys’s shouting—a talon of blackness and panic ripping through the hallways between our minds. FEYRE. I trembled again as the power surged once more, and frantically called back.

I’m fine. I’m with Mor and Amren—

Mor. Amren. I struggled to turn to them, shoving an Illyrian soldier out of my way, his wings and eyes spread wide with alarm, my heavy breathing turning to gasps. I searched the crowds, a writhing mass of armor and blood and flesh, desperately seeking a glimpse of Mor’s golden locks, Amren’s silver eyes—my sisters. My sisters…if this power was Hybern’s final play, then I…I needed them. Needed them here, with me, if this was to be the end, if it was all to end because we hadn’t had the time we needed to find that damn Cauldron—

Rhys, I called down the bond, not bothering to hide my fear as it poured from me to him. Rhys…

A final plea, as the world rocked breath my feet once more. There was a grunt and a cough, and I jerked my head upward as Azriel grasped my arm, his hazel eyes wide and gaunt—I knew it wasn’t just from blood loss. Because if this was to be it…if this was to be the end…I rallied my power, feeling the magic surge and then splutter in my veins. I was going to be with my family, if this was the end to my impossibly short immortal life. I was going to stand with the dreamers when it came, and when it was over, I would go to that place of darkness where I had hung on to Rhys all those months ago.

And we would find our places in the stars, side by side with all of the dreamers who had lived and died before us. Lived and died and hoped, and were now responding to the wishes—who were now the stars…the stars who listened.

Cassian was there suddenly, a pale-faced Nesta beside him, though she was wearing her mask of steel and fire, her chin raised as she faced the Death that we had all known she would conquer one day—pillage, even. And Elain…sweet Elain, now trembling like a fawn, the flowers in her eyes closing their buds and dropping their petals as she took in the battlefield, the blood, carnage. As she became aware of what she didn’t need Fae senses to know—this was it.

I felt him before I saw him—the lovely darkness that I needed to be seen, the night to my star, now murmuring down the bond, I love you, Feyre Archeron.

It brought tears to my eyes, that voice, those thoughts. The ones that I had not had nearly enough time with, the male who deserved to wake up every day to a smile and friends and love, who had spent fifty years waking up to hate and lies and…

And before I could even turn around, before I could even look at his face one last time, the world gave a final shudder and split itself open.

Rhysand’s POV

I was a single step away from my mate when the world was cleaved in two. Her back was facing me, hair that I had run my hands through too few times tumbled down her shoulders, the Illyrian blade in her hand shining with blood. Unhurt, tired but unhurt, and beautiful. A star amongst candles, my mate.

And I had nearly reached her when it happened.

When the sky snapped in two, and became an open hole of blackness that had no end and no beginning, no stars to speak of, no pinpricks of light. Just a great, sucking mouth, ready to inhale our land, the people I loved.

Not the Cauldron—this was a force far beyond that. Something greater than just Prythian, than Hybern and all of them.

It roared and raged and trembled, and soldiers everywhere fell to their knees, voices hoarse as they shouted and screamed the injustice. Hybern and Prythian alike, nothing mattered, no court lines, no boundaries were strong enough to withstand this—

And then it stopped.

And I felt my body freeze entirely as I watched the mouth—it wasn’t here to eat us, but rather…

To spit something out.

Three somethings.

Three impossibly massive scaled bodies, streaks of armor and death, dipped from the clouds, triangular heads large enough to snap one of the resting boats in half. The claws that equipped each of the creatures’ four feet were not so much talons as they were spears, curved and glittering, as if they yearned to be red-coated once more. Long, barbed tails whipped, air whistling as they shredded clouds and parted the storm itself. But the wings—the wings could have been the curtains of giants.

And I knew then…that Hybern had not created these behemoths. The Cauldron was not responsible for these death-bringers, as it had not been responsible for Amren’s great and terrible power, as it had not been responsible for the Bone Carver, for the Weaver and Bryaxis. They were things that had come before, long, long before. And if they were here to kill us all, they could. They would.

The world would rise and fall to the dragons that emerged from the hole in the sky.

It could have—were it not for their concern for something…for someone else. For a figure that seemed very small as it appeared in his line of sight was clinging to the back of the dragon in the lead—slightly smaller, I realized, than the other two, it was a beast of green, emerald tendrils of flame escaping from its massive jaws. But the dragon twisted through the air, light and elegant, despite the size.

It dodged arrows sent by foolish archers, shredded through a line of shining light sent up by Helion, Illyrians and Peregrynes alike dodging out of its way.

As it cleared a path for the rider atop its back.

Who raised a hand—still too far away for him to see whether it was male or female or…other—and made a gesture. A gesture that sent the other two dragons, one with scales the color of blood and ruby and fire, the other with a hide of the deep blue found in only the purest water, spinning around. Not—not toward the troops of gathered Prythian soldiers, but in the direction of the Hybern ones. The Hybern soldiers raised their spears, their swords, their shields, began to scream to one another, to the dragons and their rider, to the Mother…

None of it made a damn difference as the figure on top of the green dragon said in a projected voice that rattled around the valley, a voice that was made of starlight and moondust and death, “Ignis.”

And the world erupted again as blue and red flame met and crashed into the Hybern army.

I was still having trouble believing it—and I wasn’t the only one. A wordless exclamation flew from Feyre’s lips, and I immediately lunged forward, grabbing her, holding her as the dragons snaked through the air and poured the fire from their jaws.

The stillness did not last for much longer—Hybern’s armies reacted, their own Made beasts screaming and howling in anger and pain as they shot into the sky, claws spread wide, aiming for the necks, the bellies of the dragons—

Red and blue swarmed the sky as the dragons flapped in unison, rising over the battle, their massive wings carrying them high above Hybern’s creatures…and then the wind parted as they tucked in and speared into a straight dive, jaws open—

Blood rained from the sky as the dragons twisted and snapped the Hybern creatures clean in half, muscle and bone snapping with fury and agony as the creatures wailed and shrieked. Their screams were silenced soon enough as the dragons pulled back up, bringing that vengeful fire down upon the army.

And I felt Feyre, my mate in my arms, begin to shake as she cried, the tears streaming down her face. My body shuddered with the need—that desire to take her far, far away from all of this death, to take her to a place of shadows and night where her stars would not only shine, but live…a future made real by those creatures, and their rider.

Cassian and Azriel knew what I was thinking before I could give the order—they lunged back into the crowd, their Illyrian blades gleaming as their Siphons raged…blue and red, I thought just like the dragons.

“Go,” whispered Feyre, her own attention returning to the Cauldron, to the task before her. I looked down at my mate, free and strong in my arms, her eyes a collection of stars that she had gathered and made into a constellation for herself…for us.

I kissed her once, not for long enough, but with enough love to tell her that it would soon be over. The outcome…that remained to be determined, but we both knew that, one way or another, this war would not last forever.  

And for my mate, for my friends and the family that had broadened to include Nesta and Elain and perhaps, one day, Lucien…I thrust myself back into the battle, reaching into the now-depleted reserve of magic that sighed in the bottom of my essence as it fizzled away, and went to look for the rider of a jade-colored dragon—both of whom had somehow, impossibly, disappeared.

And, of course, to kill as many Hybern bastards as I could rip my talons into.


“What,” snarled Helion sometime later as he slammed a beam of vicious light into the face of a Hybern soldier, “the hell was that?” Golden armor gleamed with every thrust and parry the lord made, blood coating his weapon, hands, skin—

I supposed I wasn’t faring much better, my guttural darkness snarling in exhaustion every time I threw out a net of shadows and death. But we still had yet to find the dragon that had disappeared. Or its rider, whose voice…there was still something about it that I could not quite place. Something familiar and yet completely foreign—the last time I had felt like that, I had been grasping onto faded thoughts and images that had been pushed to me from across the stars…a warren of rabbits, an elegant hand, a wardrobe painted with stars and night…

I shook my head at Helion as I drove my own sword through the neck of a Hybern commander, internally cursing the energy that it took to make the blow. “If I knew,” I growled in reply, misting a cluster of soldiers armed with crossbows, “I would have summoned them myself long ago.”

A shout rose above the clamor of the battle, and I cast my power out, desperate to see, to make certain it wasn’t…

Tarquin stood at the top of a small rise, his sword drenched with blood, armor flecked with gore and flesh, a halo of rippling blue light shining around him. And to his side, cloaked in black armor, face hidden by a helm of nightmares and death, was the rider, its green dragon already winging away to join the blue and red, who were now locked in a vicious battle on the ground, their massive limbs twisting with more grace than I would have thought possible for beasts of their size—

The rider didn’t even acknowledge the High Lord of Summer, seemed too busy addressing the battle, armed with two blades shimmering like stars and sunlight. And I wondered about that same familiar tug when the rider spun the swords, gave Tarquin a slight nod, and dove into the carnage.  

But when the Night came, enveloped the rider, turned the field to stars and darkness, it took all I had to keep from kneeling to the ground, dropping there…

Because there was all of one person that kind of power could have come from, one person who would seem so familiar and yet foreign, who would seem trustworthy even from this distance, with this little information…someone I hadn’t imagined I would ever see again.

She was alive.

Astraia was alive.

My sister was alive.