Forty-nine years Under The Mountain and Rhysand was finally back in Velaris, only for more problems to build up. No matter what he did, there was problems always hitting him from the Night Court. And now a mysterious, unknown Fae comes into Velaris the night of Star Fall.

Star Fall was the worst night in Rhysand's opinion, and the memories would flood back endlessly whenever the sky got dark enough and you could finally see the spirits gliding across the sky. It reminded him of that night with Amarantha, when she wouldn't let him watch it, but instead did something else. Rhysand shivered slightly at the thought.

Blues, pinks, greens were all falling onto the crowd below, dancing and music was erupting within the streets. It was so alive tonight, like it always was. Rhysand’s eyes caught sight of the girl again, watching her slide between people quickly and disappear behind a building, only for her to appear just a few feet away from him.

"Are you lost?" Rhysands voice rung out in your ears. You glanced over to see him, ungodly beautiful and quite tall. He turned his body so he could see your face more, but your hair covered it. He glanced around your body, trying to find something he can recognize so he can tell where your from.