Spring Court / Velaris / Day Court
Spring Court
Tamlin came to his manor after checking the court during the morning, the earthquake didn’t affected any structure, but more younglings were sick even with the isolation of the ones already affected.
“What is wrong?” the woman asked as he leaded the horse in the stables.
His frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed as his thoughts vanished, “More kids infected” a servant took the horse, the High Fae's gaze turned to the human, she had one hand in the side of her belly “You should be resting.” He said hesitant as he followed her to the outside.
“It arrived while you were out” she handed him a blue metallic envelop in golden details.
“What Tarquin said?” the male opened the envelope.
“All the children on his territory become infected from night to day.”
“It is not so different from here.” He stared at the manor’s door, felt a delicate hand touching his wrist.
“What about the human lands?” she asked quietly, already expecting for a unpleasant answer.
The blond male held her hand, being careful with his sharp nails, “I am sorry…” he said, her lips tighten, the High lord dropped a kiss on her brow, then helped her as they walked the stairs of the entrance.
“Stefan's nails are becoming sharp.” She mentioned when Tamlin touched the knob, Stefan was their youngest, roundest ears and mostly identical to her.
“He has power.” His eyes shinned, the male opened the door, their two older kids were playing in the hall.
“Father!” the blonde girl ran on his direction as he opened his arms and bent the knees.
The High Fae hugged the girl, she said: “I didn’t see you in the breakfast.”
“I was busy” he kept low in her height “Did you finished your study lessons?” the male asked waving a hand on her forehead, his soft expression became worried.
“Yes.” the girl smiled at him.
He touched his own neck, the pregnant woman asked: “What is wrong?”
“She is warm.” Tamlin whispered as the girl was back to her brother and he started to walk towards the kitchen.
“She was playing of run with her brother a few minutes ago.” The woman replied.
“I will check Niko” their third kid, at this hour he would be probably helping the servant to make bread, as he had a urge interest on cooking, “Hey” the male called his son's attention, the boy was covered in flour.
“I am helping, father.” He said “Like this?” he asked to the servant, showing her a small amount of bread dough, the fae smiled at him and nodded.
“Good.” His lips curved in a light smile that didn’t meet his eyes.
“So?”
“Also warmer.” His voice hoarsely, month dry, he rubbed his eyes.
oOoOo
Velaris
Mor woke up with the sound of a loud voice, she gently pushed away her wife, who was sleeping on her chest. The blond female rose up, taking a red robe to cover her naked body, she walked out the room, leaving the door closed behind her.
“What is happening?” she asked when arrived the living room.
“She is trying to hurt herself” Feyre answered, eyes fixed on Elain, who was being held by Azriel, Rhysand in front of them.
“GET OUT MY MIND” Elain yelled, she started to scream as her nose started to bleed.
“Stop it” Azriel said firmly, he took her on his arms, putting her laid on the couch as she cried, “I told you to stop it.” His gaze on Rhysand, ice rage on the shadowsinger's eyes.
“I am not doing anything.”
Mor kept staring at them, Az was knelt at Elain's side, his jaw tight, she was holding the collar of his shirt as he caressed with a scarred hand her hair.
“Bring Lucien here.” He said, Elain closed her eyes.
“What?” Feyre's voice trembled.
“He is her mate, they still have a connection” Az's hazel eyes fixed on Elain.
“You have no idea about what happened to him. How he is now.” Feyre shared stares with Rhysand, probably talking through their bond, her gaze turned to the shadowsinger, “I will see what can be done”, the winged male nodded.
Mor walked to the kitchen, where the older son of Feyre and Rhysand ate his breakfast, she heard a sound coming from one of windows in the living room, she walked to this sound, only to find the High Lord opening the glass and taking a letter from a golden bird.
“What is it?” she asked to her cousin.
“Emergence meeting” he said putting the letter in a decorative table, Rhysand walked close to Feyre, who lightly nodded at him a few seconds before he winnowed.
“I will need you to come with me.” Feyre said to Mor.
“I will put my clothes on.” She grabbed a apple from the kitchen's basket.
oOoOo
Day Court
Helion walked through the hall walking with a glass of water in hands, he stopped in front of a white door, slipped the water and opened it.
“I called them” he said to Thesan, who lifted his gaze to him and nodded, Helion brushed a lock of his long oak hair away from his face, leaving the glass in the circular table and glanced at the Day and Dawn Court searches, “Forgive me about the small room, if I had gotten the bigger one, there would be no time to arrange everything.” He said looking around, the Day Court's meeting room was simpler if compared to the Dawn Court’s one, and smaller.
“We have important things to care about than fancy decorations.” Thesan said in a vacant stare, all the younglings on their territories became sick, Helion knew Thesan has nephews, he presumed the distant behavior from the High Lord of the Dawn Court came from preoccupation.
The golden eyed male sat in a chair opposed to Thesan, they both paid attention to their searchers discussion, in the moment they were discussion about chemical substances.
The first High Lord to arrived was Rhysand no wings on his back, Helion noticed his loneliness, but didn’t said anything, the second was Tarquin, who was followed by his 2 cousins, the next was Beron and his older son, then Kallias and Viviane, Tamlin came alone, every single one of them had winnowed to inside the room.
“Welcome, everyone.” Helion said “I supposed you all noticed the reason for this meeting” he pointed a sparkled scarred finger to the searchers, “Did anyone had a odd increase in the number of ill children?”
“Yes.” Beron said, the other High Lords nodded, except for Rhysand who kept still.
“Rhysand?” Tarquin called hims attention.
“I didn’t have time to take reports” he answered, Helion stared at him, lifting a brow, “Cretea, where Prince Drakon and Myriam lived, is destroyed, after the earthquake, the entire island was on fire.”
“Any survivors?” Kallias asked.
Rhysand shook his head. “There were unknown ships around it, and a wall of death.” He kept his stared at the pale High Lord.
Helion shook his head, rubbing his temples, “Describe it.”
The High Lord of the Night Court nodded, then told him the exactly description Azriel had told.
“Helion?” Thesan called the High Fae who seemed lost on his thoughts.
“It seems to be a regular spell, can be used only once” the oak haired male answered.
“What if it is a blood spell?” Eris asked.
Helion's gaze came to him “Any kind of walls made by Blood Spells have red stained colors. This one is a regular one, and considering how powerful it is, it took years to be made, and was able to be used only once.”
“What if someone made other in a different book?” Rhysand asked.
Helion shook his head “You can’t have two identical spells existing at the same time, and one of the rules is: if casted the first spell made, the second, which was reserved, won’t work. You would need to make it again.” A silence in the room, Helion's gaze ran to the searchers “The results, please."
One of faes dressed in white, from his court, rose up.
“This disease consume the natural powers’ force, as it is not developed in children and humans don’t possess it, it end up to consume their vital force, which leads them to became sick and die.” She said, chin high as she looked at no one in specific in the room.
Nuan rose up at her side, “We are able to make a potion that will help on their symptoms” she brushed away a lock of hair from her face, sadness on her voice.
“Help, not cure?” Tamlin called their attention.
“The origin of this disease is unknown, we suspect it is a curse that was waved in all over Pytrian-” the fae got cut
“So we all are infected?” Kallias asked, Viviane touched his hand
“Yes.” Nuan answered “We are don’t have any symptom because our power is already matured.”
“We are getting weak then?” Cresseida and Varian glanced at Tarquin, Nuan nodded at him, “Will it attack our vital force at some point?”
She replied: “No, but our powers will became unable to access.”
The fae in white clothes rested her hands on the table, “We also suspect that even if this curse get broken, the powers will stay weak for awhile.”
“How much time?” Beron asked.
“There is no way to know.” The fae straightened her spine “It will take the time the force needs to get healed.”
A silence, followed by a earthquake.