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Kingdom of Ash Chapter 60
Chapter; Highlights
"The power," Fenrys said quietly to him, gripping the gore-slick wall. "It was the one thing Connall and I shared."
"I know," Rowan said. He shouldn't have pushed. "I'm sorry."
Fenrys just nodded. "I haven't been able to stomach it since then. I-I'm not even certain I can use it again," he said, and repeated, "I'm sorry."
Rowan clapped him on the shoulder.
Another thing he'd make Maeve pay for. "You might not have even found him, anyway."
Fenrys's jaw tightened. "He could be anywhere."
"He could be dead," murmured Princess Hasar.
"Or injured," Chaol cut in, wheeling to the wall's edge to survey the battlefield below and distant dam beyond it.
Aelin, a few feet away, gazed toward it as well, her blood-soaked hair ripping free of its braid in the harsh wind. Flowing toward those mountains, the destruction that would soon be unleashed.
She said nothing. Had done nothing since Nesyn and Sartaq brought the news. Her exact sort of nightmare, he realized, to be unable to help, to be forced to watch while others suffered. No words could comfort her, no words could fix this. Stop this.
"I could try to track him," Gavriel offered.
Rowan shook off his creeping dread. "I'll fly out, try to pinpoint him, and signal back to YOU—"
"Don't bother," said Princess Hasar, and Rowan was about to snarl his retort when she pointed to the battlefield. "She's already ahead of you."
Rowan whirled, the others following suit.
"No," Fenrys breathed.
There, galloping across the plain on a familiar black horse, was Elide.
"Farasha," Chaol murmured.
"She'll be killed," said Gavriel, tensing as if he might jump off the battlements and chase after her. "She'll be—"
Farasha leaped over fallen bodies, weaving between the injured and dead, Elide twisting this way and that in the saddle. And from the distance, Rowan could make out her mouth moving, shouting one word, one name, over and over. Lorcan.
"If any of you go down there," Hasar warned, "you'll be killed, too."
It went against every instinct, against the centuries of training and fighting he'd done with Lorcan, but the princess was right. To lose one life was better than several. Especially when he would need his cadre so badly during the rest of this war.
Lorcan would agree had taught Rowan to make those sorts of hard calls.
Still Aelin remained silent, as if she'd descended deep within herself, and gazed at the battlefield.
At the small rider and the mighty horse racing across it.
Farasha was a tempest beneath her, but the mare did not seek to unseat Elide as they thundered across the body-strewn plain.
"Lorcan!"
Her shout was swallowed by the wind, by the screams of fleeing soldiers and people, by the shriek of the ruks above. "Lorcan!"
Farasha leaped over them, cutting sharp turns as Elide pivoted to look and look and look.
Darghan horses and riders ran past. Some to the keep, some to the distant forest along the horizon. Farasha wove between them, biting at those in her path.
"Lorcan!" How small her cry sounded, how feeble.
Still the dam held.
I will always find you.
And her words, her stupid, hateful words to him ... Had she done this? Brought this upon him? Asked some god to do this?
Her words had all melted away the moment she'd realized he was not on the battlements.
The past few months had melted away entirely.
"Lorcan!"
Unfaltering, Farasha kept moving, her black mane streaming in the wind.
The dam had to hold. It would hold. Until she brought him back to the keep.
So Elide did not stop, did not look toward the doom that lurked, waiting to be unleashed.
She rode, and rode, and rode.
Atop the battlement, Chaol didn't know what to watch: the dam, the people fleeing its oncoming destruction, or the young Lady of Perranth, racing across the battlefield atop his horse.
A warm hand settled on his shoulder, and he knew it was Yrene without turning. "I just heard about the dam. I'd sent Elide to see if you were ..." His wife's words trailed off as she beheld the lone rider charging away from the masses thundering for the keep.
"Silba save her," Yrene whispered.
"Lorcan's down there," was all Chaol said by way of explanation.
The Fae males were taut as bowstrings while the young woman crossed the battlefield bit by bit. The odds of her finding Lorcan, let alone before the dam burst ...
Still Elide kept riding. Racing against death itself.
Princess Hasar said quietly, "The girl is a fool. The bravest I've ever seen, but a fool nonetheless."
Aelin said nothing, her eyes distant. Like she'd retreated into herself at the realization that this sliver of hope was about to be washed away. Her friends with it.
"Hellas guards Lorcan," Fenrys murmured.
"And Anneith, his consort, watches over Elide. Perhaps they will find each other."
"Hellas's horse," Chaol said. They turned toward him, dragging their eyes from the field.
Chaol shook his head and gestured to the field, to the black mare and her rider. "I call Farasha Hellas's horse. I've done so from the moment I met her."
As if meeting that horse, bringing her here, was not as much for him as it was for this. For this desperate race across an endless battlefield.
Yrene clasped his hand, like she understood, too.
Silence fell along their section of the battlement. There were no words left to say.
"Lorcan!"
Elide's voice broke on the cry. She'd lost count of how many times she'd shouted it now.
No sign of him.
She aimed for the lake. Closer to the dam. He would have chosen the lake for its defensive advantages. He had to be out here. Had to be somewhere. Alive-hurt, but alive.
She knew it.
The lake was a gray sprawl to her left, a mockery of the hell to be unleashed at any moment.
"Lorcan!"
They'd reached the heart of the battlefield, and Elide slowed Farasha enough to stand in the stirrups, biting down on the agony in her ankle. She had never felt so small, so inconsequential. A speck of nothing in this doomed sea.
Nothing. Elide halted Farasha. Gavriel had said he'd last seen him right here. Had he plunged behind their ally's lines and moved on from there?
He might have walked off this field, she realized. Might currently be back at the keep, or in Oakwald, and she would have ridden here for nothing-
"Lorcan!" She screamed it, so loud it was a wonder her throat didn't bleed. "Lorcan!"
The dam remained intact. Which of her breaths would be her last?
"LORCAN!"
A pained groan answered from behind. Elide twisted in the saddle and scanned the path of Valg dead behind her.
A broad, tanned hand rose from beneath a thick pile of them, and fought for purchase on a soldier's breastplate. Not twenty feet away.
A sob cracked from her, and Farasha cantered toward that straining, bloodied hand. The horse skidded to a halt, gore flying from her hooves. Elide threw herself from the saddle before scrambling toward him.
Armor and blades sliced into her, Lorcan met her halfway, that hand becoming an arm, then two-pushing off the bodies piled atop him. Elide reached him just as he'd managed to dislodge a soldier sprawled over him.
Elide took one look at the injury to Lorcan's middle and tried not to fall to her knees. His blood leaked everywhere, the wound not closed—not in the way that Fae should be able to heal themselves. The injury that had felled him would have been catastrophic, if it had taken all his power to heal him this little.
But she did not say that. Did not say anything other than,
"The dam is about to break."
Black blood splattered Lorcan's ashen face, his dark eyes fogged with pain. Elide braced her feet, swallowing her scream of pain, and gripped him under the shoulders. "We need to get you out of here."
His breathing was a wet rasp as she tried to lift him. He might as well have been a boulder, might as well have been as immovable as the keep itself.
"Lorcan," she begged, voice breaking. "We have to get you out of here."
His legs shifted, drawing an agonized groan. She had never heard him so much as whimper. Had never seen him unable to rise.
"Get up," she said. "Get up."
Lorcan's hands gripped her waist, and Elide couldn't stop her cry of pain at the weight he placed on her, the bones in her foot and ankle grinding together. His legs not even kneeling beneath him, he paused.
"Do it," she begged him. "Get up."
But his dark eyes shifted to the horse. Farasha approached, steps unsteady over the corpses. She did not so much as flinch as Lorcan grasped the bottom straps of the saddle, his other hand on Elide's shoulder, and moved his legs under him again.
As he began to rise, Elide beheld the wound slicing up the left side of his back.
Oh gods. Oh gods.
Elide ducked further under him, until his arm was slung across her shoulders. Thighs burning, ankle shrieking, Elide pushed up. Lorcan pulled at the same time, Farasha holding steady. He groaned again, his body teetering—
"Don't stop," Elide hissed. "Don't you dare stop."
His breath came in shallow gasps, but Lorcan got his feet under him, inch by inch. Slipping his arm from Elide's shoulder, he lurched to grip the saddle. To cling to it.
He panted and panted, fresh blood sliding from his back, too.
This ride would be agony. But they had no choice. None at all.
"Now up." She didn't let him hear her terror and despair. "Get into that saddle."
He leaned his brow against Farasha's dark side. Swaying enough that Elide wrapped a careful arm around his waist.
"You didn't rutting die," she snapped. "And you're not dead yet. We're not dead yet. So get in that saddle."
When Lorcan did nothing other than breathe and breathe and breathe, Elide spoke again.
"I promised to always find you. I promised you, and you promised me. I came for you because of it; I am here because of it. I am here for you, do you understand? And if we don't get onto that horse now, we won't stand a chance against that dam. We will die."
Now would be the true test: that mighty push upward, the swinging of his leg over Farasha's body, to the other side of the saddle. Elide positioned herself at his back, so careful of the terrible slash down his body. Her feet sank ankle-deep into freezing mud. She didn't dare look toward the dam. Not yet.
"Get up." Her command barked over the panicked cries of the fleeing soldiers. "Get in that saddle now." Lorcan didn't move, his body trembling. Elide screamed, "Get up now!" And shoved him upward.
Lorcan let out a bellow that rang in her ears. The saddle groaned at his weight, and blood gushed from his wounds, but then he was rising into the air, toward the horse's back.
Elide threw her weight into him, and something cracked in her ankle, so violently that pain burst through her, blinding and breathless. She stumbled, losing her grip. But Lorcan was up, his leg over the other side of the horse. He slouched over it, an arm cradling his abdomen, dark hair hanging low enough to brush Farasha's back.
Clenching her jaw against the pain in her ankle, Elide straightened, and eyed the distance.
A long, bloodied arm dropped into her line of sight. An offer up.
She ignored it. She'd gotten him into the saddle. She wasn't about to send him flying off it again.
Elide backed a step, limping.
Not allowing herself to register the pain, Elide ran the few steps to Farasha and leaped.
Lorcan's hand gripped the back of her jacket, the breath going from her as her stomach hit the unforgiving lip of the saddle, and Elide clawed for purchase.
The strength in Lorcan's arm didn't waver as he pulled her almost across his lap. As he grunted in pain while she righted herself.
But she made it. Got her legs on either side of the horse, and took up the reins. Lorcan looped his arm around her waist, his brutalized body a solid mass at her back.
Elide at last dared to look at the dam. A ruk soared from it, frantically waving a golden banner.
Soon. It would break soon.
Elide gathered Farasha's reins. "To the keep, friend," she said, digging her heels into the horse's side. "Faster than the wind."
Farasha obeyed. Elide rocked back into Lorcan as the mare launched into a gallop, earning another groan of pain. But he remained in the saddle, despite the pounding steps that drew agonized breaths from him.
"Faster, Farasha!" Elide called to the horse as she steered her toward the keep, the mountain it had been built into.
Nothing had ever seemed so distant.
Far enough that she could not see if the keep's lower gate was still open. If anyone held it, waited for them.
Hold the gate.
Hold the gate.
Every thunderous beat of Farasha's hooves, over the corpses of the fallen, echoed Elide's silent prayer as they raced across the endless plain.
Hold the gate.
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ruushes · 1 year ago
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> pull her into a hug
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madbalalaika · 4 months ago
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Bloodweave Pirate AU 🏴‍☠️
Buy me a Ko-fi ☕💗 | Requests and commissions
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elminster-big-naturals · 1 year ago
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when its 4am and the whole squad is zooted out their gourds trying to read the overhead menu in mcdonalds
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swordmaid · 28 days ago
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back to the shadows 🌑
inspired by the storm by pierre auguste cot, shri’iia and astarion running away from the sun bc he’s a vampire and she has sunlight sensitivity.
please zoom in to see the details! 🥹🫶
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sadmages · 1 year ago
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In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet
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kate-komics · 4 months ago
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Sorry I’ve become a posting recluse and not finishing the art I said I was gonna make. Please take this drawing of two elf men I’m obsessed with as an offering.
Drawing some just ‘for fun’ art, fan comics or otherwise, is just harder lately. We’ll get back to our regularly scheduled stuff, I promise. Thanks for sticking around in the meantime ❤️
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yaoiconnoisseur · 2 months ago
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Astarion ‘has never had wholesome intimacy’ Ancunin vs Gale ‘none of these thoughts are in the bible’ Dekarios
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vashito · 9 months ago
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Shadowbae 💜 patreon
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narriose · 1 year ago
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First Meeting
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janearts · 9 months ago
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my friend found this book at a book store and i immediately thought of your pair.
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like????
you see the vision??
I am SO flattered you thought of Roisia ASDFLKJADFKJADKFJKLJ BUT YES, I SEE THE VISION. So here is my homage to the above book:
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Also that looks like such a fun read so thank you as well for the book rec!
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what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque · 4 months ago
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Playing around with freecam and saw that Astarion does this lil sheepish/coy/nervous playing-with-his-hands thing a lot so I made a compliation:
Most of it seems to happen during Act 1 when he's doing his over the top flirting, but there are a few moments that sort of are similar from parts of act 2 & 3 Edited to add the tadpole clip I originally missed & a couple from the "whose blood would you drink" convo and the act 2 confession aaaand edited again after finding some more from the raphael scar dialogues Updated 9/17/24: found 1 min more of instances like if you become an illtihid
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stormcallart · 1 year ago
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Tav, it's their turn to wear the shirt
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monikarozaa · 2 months ago
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Careful, I bite 🩸🗡️
A self-indulgent fake book cover for an idea - what if The Phantom of the Opera had Astarion in it?
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sangpires · 1 year ago
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illuminated
print!
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crocodiller · 6 months ago
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When you invite Barcus to camp, and for some reason he decides to stand around next to the biggest hater of gnomes. But I'm sure if he can put up with Wulbren, he can handle Astarion.
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