Game of Prythian

Chapter Forty-Two

He heard her, somehow amongst the ruckus. He heard her and was flying directly toward us, just barely out of the ranks. Nesta was o her feet, but moaned and collapsed again.

I waited, i whimpered as my magic wrecked my body. Rhysand whirled, I whispered slowly. "He will not win,"

The High Lord lunged, I grinned softly. As the ghosts would keep me levitated. Everything moved in slow motion. Feyre screamed for me, Cassian's gaze was bruning. "He will not win, because I won. I won the Game of Prythian."

Just as Rhysands fingers grazed my sleeve, I winnowed from his grasp. Directly into the line of the cauldron's path. Directly in its path, guarding the Illyrians. There was dead silence.

I roared, throwing my arms wide. I could just see my reflection from a ghost swirling around me. I glowed, like a roaring god of death. White hot power leaked from my eyes, veins of my power ran through the blood veins in my face.

Throwing every single little piece forward, the Gates of Bone appeared as I summoned them. It's pieces flew in front of me, the pieces just connected together as the silence ripped through the air.

Rhysand's shield went first, Then Azriel, then the siphon shield. My heart pounded as my power flooded into the Gate of Bone. Hold. Then it struck the gate. The bones shook, I roared as Illyrians glared down upon me. Knowing that I would go with them should the Gate break.

I was their wall. The only thing that had come down to protect them, to die with them. In the distance, on the hill I once stood. A voice roared, roared my name. "KANA!" Feyre screamed. Light flashed, brighter than any sun on earth. A woman, a girl, and a crone stood before me.

She smiled at me quickly before the Cauldron attack dissipated , the Gate of Bone gave way, not before I saw the giant cracks within them. The snap of the magic power of both sides going elsewhere. It knocked me from the sky. I fell, before winnowing onto the muddy, bloody, war field below. I was on my knees behind the armies.

Silence, and more importantly a ringing sound clouded most of my hearing. I covered my ears slightly, like I was swaying slightly. Drawing my hand away, it was splattered with the blood of my likely popped ear drums. Hands gripped me by the shoulders, Thesan glared down at me, before pressing his hand to my head. The roaring of the battle took over, The High Lord of Dawn asked quickly. "Can you hear now?"

I bobbed my head, and stood on swaying feet. Rhysand's power rallied again, I felt it this time. Everyone heard the shriek of warning that came from a female near the Hybern soldiers. The Cauldron aimed, right at his own forces, directly for the Bone Carver.

I lunged, winnowing directly in front of our forces. My magic reached out, the cauldron rallied. I roared again, shoving our forces away and pulling the Bone carver back with my magic that gripped their bones.

He noticed me then, his eyes wide with fear. The magic of the cauldron wavered, sensing that it would hit my area. The King tried to order it otherwise, but quickly gave up. The ghosts rallied, my magic seemed to die out. I pulled every last drop. From the area around and within me.

I swung everything I had forward with the Bone Gate, then the light and ungodly heat of the Cauldron fired. Everything was a bright, blinding white. I roared sweat pooling down every pore trying to fend off the heat. Trying to cool me down.

I was leaning directly forward on an angle, like I was leaning against a wall. My hands stretched out before me, the Cauldron pushed the Gates and I back feet. Gray hair caught my attention as the male with the smirk rallied all of his power, forcing it into the gates.