Eternally Yours - Page 8

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Nice chapter harini. Please update regularly dear...

Before : The Fae warrior stalked down the alley, his knee-high leather boots silent on the cobblestones. Some of the loiterers shrank back; some bolted for the sunny street, to random doorways, anywhere to escape his challenging stare.

Ishi knew before his sharp eyes met hers that he was here for her, and who had sent him...

Chapter : 2

Before she could give in to the instinct to scuttle back up the drainpipe and onto the roof, she considered the plan she'd abandoned. Had some god remembered she existed and decided to throw her a bone? She'd needed to see Maeve.

Well, here was one of Maeve's elite warriors. Ready. Waiting.

And from the vicious temper emanating from him, not entirely happy about being here .

The alley remained as still as a graveyard while the Fae warrior surveyed her. His nostrils flared delicately, as if he were"

He was getting a whiff of her scent.

She took some small satisfaction in knowing she smelled horrific, but it wasn't that smell he was reading. No, it was the scent that marked her as her"the smell of her lineage and blood and what and who she was. And if he said her name in front of these people . . . then she knew that Gautam Singh would come running home. The guards would be on high alert, and that was not part of her plan at all.

The bas***d looked likely to do such a thing, just to prove who was in charge. So she summoned her energy as best she could and sauntered over to him, trying to remember what she might have done months ago, before the world had gone to hell. "Well met, my friend," she purred. "Well met, indeed."

She ignored the shocked faces around them, focusing solely on sizing him up. He stood with a stillness that only an immortal could achieve. She willed her heartbeat and breathing to calm. He could probably hear them, could probably smell every emotion raging through her. There'd be no fooling him with bravado, not in a thousand years. He'd probably lived that long already. Perhaps there'd be no beating him, either. She was Ishi Acheron , but he was a Fae warrior and had likely been one for a great while.

She stopped a few feet away from him . Gods, he was huge. "What a lovely surprise," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. When was the last time she'd sounded that pleasant? She couldn't even remember the last time she'd spoken in full sentences. "I thought we were to meet at the city walls."

He didn't bow, thank the gods. His harsh face didn't even shift. Let him think what he wanted. She was sure she looked nothing like what he'd been told to expect"and he'd certainly laughed when that woman mistook her for a fellow vagrant.

"Let's go," was all he said, his deep, somewhat bored voice seeming to echo off the stones as he turned to leave the alley. She'd bet good money that the leather vambraces on his forearms concealed blades.

She might have given him a rather obnoxious reply, just to feel him out a bit more, but people were still watching. He prowled along, not deigning to look at any of the gawkers. She couldn't tell if she was impressed or revolted.

She followed the Fae warrior into the bright street and through the bustling city. He was heedless of the humans who paused their working and walking and milling about to stare. He certainly didn't wait for her to catch up as he strode up to a pair of ordinary mares tied by a trough in a nondescript square. If memory served her correctly, the Fae usually possessed far finer horses. He had probably arrived in another form and purchased these here.

All Fae possessed a secondary animal form. Celaena was currently in hers, her mortal human body as animal as the birds wheeling above. But what was his? He could have been a wolf, she thought, with that layered surcoat that flowed to midthigh like a pelt, his footfalls so silent. Or a mountain cat, with that predatory grace.

He mounted the larger of the mares, leaving her to the piebald beast that looked more interested in seeking out a quick meal than trekking across the land. That made two of them. But they'd gone far enough without any explanation.

She stuffed her satchel into a saddlebag, angling her hands so that her sleeves hid the narrow bands of scars on her wrists, reminders of where the manacles had been. Where she had been. It was none of his business. None of Maeve's business, either. The less they knew about her, the less they could use against her. "I've known a few brooding warrior-types to this day, but I think you might be the broodiest of them all." He whipped his head to her, and she drawled, "Oh, hello. I think you know who I am, so I won't bother introducing myself. But before I'm carted off to gods-know-where, I'd like to know who you are."

His lips thinned. He surveyed the square"where people were now watching. And everyone instantly found somewhere else to be.

When they'd scattered, he said, "You've gathered enough about me at this point to have learned what you need to know." He spoke the common tongue, and his accent was subtle"lovely, if she was feeling generous enough to admit it. A soft, rolling purr.

"Fair enough. But what am I to call you?" She gripped the saddle but didn't mount it.

"Jalal." His tattoo seemed to soak up the sun, so dark it looked freshly inked.

"Well, Jalal"" Oh, he did not like her tone one bit. His eyes narrowed slightly in warning, but she went on, "Dare I ask where we're going?" She had to be drunk"still drunk or descending to a new level of apathy"if she was talking to him like this. But she couldn't stop, even as the gods or the Wyrd or the threads of fate readied to shove her back toward her original plan of action.

"I'm taking you where you've been summoned."

As long as she got to see Maeve and ask her questions, she didn't particularly care how she got to Doranelle"or whom she traveled with.

' Do what has to be done ' , Amrita had told her. In her usual fashion, Amrita had omitted to specify what had to be done once she arrived in Wendlyn. At least this was better than eating flatbread and drinking wine and being mistaken for a vagrant. Perhaps she could be on a boat back to Adarlan within three weeks, possessing the answers that would solve everything .

The thought should have energized her. But instead she found herself silently mounting her mare, out of words and the will to use them . Just the past few minutes of interaction had drained her completely. It was better that Jalal didn't seem inclined to speak as she followed him out of the city. The guards merely waved them through the walls, some even backing away.

As they rode on, Jalal didn't ask why she was here and what she'd been doing for the past ten years while the world had gone to hell. He pulled his pale hood over his silver hair and moved ahead, though it was still easy enough to mark him as different, as a warrior and law unto himself.

If he was truly as old as she suspected, she was likely little more than a speck of dust to him, a fizzle of life in the long-burning fire of his immortality. He could probably kill her without a second thought"and then move on to his next task, utterly untroubled by ending her existence.

It didn't unnerve her as much as it should have.

In Adarlan's palace :

For a month now, it had been the same dream. Every night, over and over, until Chand could see it in his waking hours.

Anish groaning as Ishi shoved her dagger up through his ribs and into his heart . She embraced the handsome courtasan like a lover, but when she gazed over Archer's shoulder, her eyes were dead. Hollow.

The dream shifted, and Chand could say nothing, do nothing as the golden-brown hair darkened to black and the agonized face wasn't Anish's but Dharun's.

The Crown Prince jerked, and Ishi held him tighter, twisting the dagger one final time before she let Dharun's body slump to the gray stones of the tunnel ( She killed Anish in a tunnel ) . Dharun's blood was already pooling"too fast. But Chand still couldn't move, couldn't go to his friend or the woman whom he had considered a friend .

The wounds on Dharun multiplied, and there was blood"so much blood. He knew these wounds. Though he'd never seen the body, he'd combed through the reports detailing what Ishi had done to the rogue assassin Ganak in that alley, the way she'd butchered him for killing Reva.

Ishi lowered her dagger, each drop of blood from its gleaming blade sending ripples through the pool already around her. She tipped back her head, breathing in deep. Breathing in the death before her, taking it into her soul, vengeance and ecstasy mingling at the slaughter of her enemy. Her true enemy. The Havilliard Empire.

The dream shifted again, and Chand was pinned beneath her as she breathed in, her head still thrown back, that same expression of ecstasy written across her blood-splattered face.

Enemy. Friend

Queen.

( This was all Chand's dream.. )

Chand woke up with a start . He gulped down breaths and then shifted enough to stare out the window near his bed . He recalled everything that had been done that night , every single word each of them had uttered...and it hurt , though he'll never acknowledge it .

' You'll always be my enemy ' , Ishi had screamed at him the night Reva had died . Screamed it with ten years' worth of conviction and hatred, a decade spent holding the world's greatest secret so deep within her that she'd become another person entirely.

Because Ishi was Jodha Singh Rajput, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen . It made her his mortal enemy. It made her Dharun's enemy. Chand still didn't know what to do about it, or what it meant for them, if they were still friends or strangers who should be at each other's throat . He'd seen the deadness in her eyes that night in the tunnels, along with the wrath and exhaustion and sorrow. He'd seen her go over the edge when Reva died, and knew what she'd done to Ganak in retribution. He didn't doubt for one heartbeat that she could snap again. There was such glittering darkness in her, an endless rift straight through her core.

Reva's death had shattered her. What he had done, his role in Reva's death, had shattered her, too. He knew that. He just prayed that she could piece herself back together again. Because a broken, unpredictable assassin was one thing. But a queen . . .

Back to our imp stuff : Ishi and Jalal rode down the dusty road that meandered between the boulder-spotted grasslands and into the southern foothills. She'd memorized enough maps of Wendlyn to know that they'd pass through them and then over the towering Cambrian Mountains that marked the border between mortal-ruled Wendlyn and the immortal lands of Queen Maeve.

The sun was setting as they ascended the foothills, the road growing rockier, bordered on one side by rather harrowing ravines. For a mile, she debated asking Jalal where he planned to stop for the night. But she was tired. Not just from the day, or the wine, or the riding.

In her bones, in her blood and breath and soul, she was so, so tired. Talking to anyone was too taxing. Which made Jalal the perfect companion: he didn't say a single word to her.

Twilight fell as the road brought them through a dense forest that spread into and over the mountains, the trees turning from cypress to oak, from narrow to tall and proud, full of thickets and scattered mossy boulders. Even in the growing dark, the forest seemed to be breathing. The warm air hummed, leaving a metallic taste coating her tongue. Far behind them, thunder grumbled.

Wouldn't that be wonderful. Especially since Jalal was finally dismounting to make camp. From the look of his saddlebags, he didn't have a tent. Or bedrolls. Or blankets.

Perhaps it was now fair to assume that her visit with Maeve wasn't to be pleasant.

Neither of them spoke as they led their horses into the trees, just far enough off the road to be hidden from any passing travelers. Dumping their gear at the camp he'd selected, Jalal brought his mare to a nearby stream he must have heard with those pointed ears. He didn't falter one step in the growing dark, though Ishi certainly stubbed her toes against a few rocks and roots. Excellent eyesight, even in the dark"another Fae trait. One she could have if she"

No, she wasn't going to think about that. Not after what had happened on the other side of that portal. She'd shifted then"and it had been awful enough to remind her that she had no interest in ever doing it again. ( Shifting is painful to her because she doesn't know how to do it properly )

After the horses drank, Jalal didn't wait for her as he took both mares back to the camp. She used the privacy to see to her own needs, then dropped to her knees on the grassy bank and drank her fill of the stream. Gods, the water tasted . . . new and ancient and powerful and delicious.

She drank until she understood the hole in her belly might very well be from hunger, then staggered back to camp, finding it by the gleam of Jalal's silver hair. He wordlessly handed her some bread and cheese, then returned to rubbing down the horses. She muttered a thank-you, but didn't bother offering to help as she plunked down against a towering oak.

When her belly had stopped hurting so much and she realized just how loudly she'd been munching on the apple he'd also tossed her while feeding the horses, she mustered enough energy to say, "Are there so many threats in Wendlyn that we can't risk a fire?"

He sat against a tree and stretched his legs, crossing his ankles. "Not from mortals."

His first words to her since they'd left the city. It could have been an attempt to spook her, but she still did a mental inventory of all the weapons she carried. She wouldn't ask what creatures roamed about the forest. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.

The tangle of wood and moss and stone loomed, full of the rustling of heavy leaves, the gurgling of the swollen brook, the flapping of feathered wings. And there, lurking over the rim of a nearby boulder, were three sets of small, glowing eyes.

The hilt of her dagger was in her palm a heartbeat later. But they just stared at her . Jalal didn't seem to notice. He only leaned his head against the oak trunk.

They had always known her, the Little Folk. Even when Adarlan's shadow had covered the continent, they still recognized what she was. Small gifts left at campsites"a fresh fish, a leaf full of blackberries, a crown of flowers. She'd ignored them, and stayed out of Oakwald Forest ( a beautiful forest in Terrasan ) as much as she could.

The faeries kept their unblinking vigil. Wishing she hadn't downed the food so quickly, Ishi watched them back, ready to spring to a defensive position. Jalal hadn't moved. What ancient oaths the faeries honored in Terrasen might be disregarded here. Even as she thought it, more eyes glowed between the trees. More silent witnesses to her arrival. Because Ishi was Fae, or something like a mongrel. Her great-grandmother had been Maeve's sister, proclaimed a goddess when she died. Ridiculous, really. Mab ( her great grandmother's name ) had been very much mortal when she tied her life to the human prince who loved her so fiercely.

She wondered how much these creatures knew about the wars that had destroyed her land, about the Fae and faeries that had been hunted down, about the burning of the ancient forests and the butchering of the sacred stags of Terrasen. She wondered if they had ever learned what became of their brethren in the West.

She didn't know how she found it in herself to care. But they seemed so . . . curious. Surprising even herself, Ishi whispered into the humming night, "They still live."

All those eyes vanished. When she glanced at Jalal, he hadn't opened his eyes. But she had the sense that the warrior had been aware the entire time

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Thanks so much for reading . I'm sorry the story is damn confusing . But I promise it'll be understandable in a few chapters .

Doranelle : The island city where Maeve lives .

Amirita : A long dead ancester of Jodha who is probing her to do something ( you'll know what later ) .

Dharun : The crown prince of Adarlan's name .

Ganak : The assassin who had killed Reva ( see Archer paid him to do it . )

Havilliard empire : The empire of Adarlan .

Difference between fae and faerie : Look , faerie means 'fairy ' , like the fairy butterfly and stuff and yes , fairy are immortal , too , atleast some of them . Fae is a more different thing . Fae are beings . Like there is a difference between humans and animals though we're all mortal , right ? Fae are like humans of the immortality while faerie are like animals , most of them are small .

Now coming to important point :

See , King of Adarlan had planned to execute Reva the same night she died . Chand had known the King's plans to kill her but he didn't tell Jodha . And the same night , Anish had also planned to kill her . The thing is , the King and Anish , both paid assassins' to kill her . And unfortunately , Reva had been staying in the palace of Adarlan for some time ( that was when Jodha and she became friends and Anish was also living in the same city ) . And Jodha , without knowing any of this had gone out somewhere . ( to meet Anish as he had lied to her about having some important information so Jodha would be busy somewhere else when they killed Reva ) .

When Jodha realized the trick , it was too late . The killer was not unknown to her . The assassin's name was Ganak , she found where he was and she killed him in a ruthless way . In a way so he would feel all the agony in the world and then die . Then she caught Anish when he was trying to flee in fear of her . He had killed him with a single slash but she felt the kill to the core .

And as you might have realized , Jodha is an assassin and the best one in the whole of Adarlan .

If you're disgusted with an assassin heroine , then don't be . Jodha is a complicated character , as is Jalal . In this story the female will be broken ,too , unlike in the other stories where Hero is in so much need for reform . And this story is certainly not going to be a simple tale of love , but it's a story of people's lives that got tangled .

I apologize for not updating in a regular but my schedules are tight . But I'll surely try to update as much as I can , especially since there's a lot of story building to do :)

Originally posted by: 1357raksha

Hello dear
Good concept
Got something different to read
Update soon nd thanks for pm

Originally posted by: pandrangijyothi

Nice chapter harini. Please update regularly dear...

I'm planning to . The school is just being overbearing...School everyday till 6 pm , sunday classes , home works ...But i'll find time 😊

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