You wished you could have seen them again under other circumstances, when you met them, you were silent, you saw the happy glint in the end of Feyre's eyes. You understood that she had found herself a family, not of blood, but of heart, one that would protect her no matter what, and somehow, that made you quiet. You agreed to let the human Queens into your house, knowing the weaknesses of this place, how to come in, and how to leave. Without a thing but only half of the needed book in the end.

And now? Now you were forced to kneel, watching as your older sister was forced to kneel with her found family, the cauldron humming beside the King of Hybern, grinning, like he had already won the war. Throwing Nesta into the cauldron, hoping his plan would work and she would come out a Fae, and it worked, oh how well it worked. It was as if the castle of the man had trembled with what came out of it, she fell onto the floor, only to look up and find Elain being pushed down into it as well, you could only wash in horror as she was debating herself against the grip of the two men, the Illyrians pinned down by their wings, weapons pointed at them so they couldn't move, and Tamlin, oh Tamlin, his gaze was on Feyre, and Feyre only, not caring that his actions had consequences, and that young girls were remade against their own will.

When the cauldron threw out your sister, nothing trembled, only Lucien fell to his knees in a mix of horror and awe.

"You are my mate..."

"She is nothing like that!!" Simply shouted Nesta back, while throwing herself at Elain and covering her almost bare body with her coat.

While you couldn't help but watch in horror as this happened, the King slowly turned to you, you looked up at the man, only to pull out a piece of broken glass, you punched him in the nose, not once, but twice, before lowering the sharp glass into his arm, although you thought you could kill him, three massive guards grabbed you, kicking you in the stomach and punching you in the face, pulling you back from the King, only for Azriel to try and move, Mor holding him back to not tear his own wings off, while you only grinned and spat blood at his feet.

"Three grown men for one little girl uh? Fucking pathetic. You say you're a King, you're nothing but a fool." You spat.

The King of Hybern grinned, simply motionning for the cauldron while wrapping a tissue around his wounded arm.

"Throw her in the cauldron, hopefully it will drown her." He spat back.

Even though you tried to move away from their grip, they put you in the cauldron, holding you down into the golden liquid until you stopped moving, your eyes slowly closing, you didn't know how long you were gone, but you felt the difference when you woke up, not only your physical appearance had changed, but also your overall envelope and soul, your sisters were gifted, the blade of death, a seer, but you were completely remade.

A few days later, you were in the House of Wind, Amren and Mor were there, overing, trying to keep you and your sisters safe, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel were being healed, while you were walking close to the walls, keeping into the dark, wondering what you had become.