Merry Christmas! Hope everyone had a great time over the festive period and will be rocking out 2014 in style :) since the end of 'The Climb' (so expect spoilers from then onwards) i've been trying to create a story that suitably follows on from the cliffhanger. This is the start of the story that I like the most out of the handful I've tried and I hope you all enjoy it as well.

It should only be a handful of chapters long, and I'm probably over half way to completing the story on my iPad, so I'm hoping that not only will it not take long to finish, but I won't end up with a 'When the fan gets hit' situation again.

As before, all constructive reviews and comments are not just welcomed, but encouraged. I truly find them to be a help when I'm in a funk, so the more the merrier :)

Disclaimer - The people that own Arrow are the people that own Arrow. I am not one of those people.

Nyssa stood in front of the large wooden doors, her hand gripping her bow tightly as she motioned for the doors to be opened. The rumbling echoed around the torch lit room and Nyssa hid the flinch that racked her when the bitingly cold wind blew through the growing opening.

The unannounced visitor stumbled in through the doors, their hands clamped to their side until they realised that the men Nyssa had ordered with her had surrounded them. Slowly the visitor's hands rose into the universal pose of surrender.

'Identify yourself,' Nyssa raised her bow and primed an arrow at the visitor's head, 'And reveal your intentions. We will not ask again.'

'Wait!' Hands scrambled for the thick hood over the visitors head and Nyssa's eyes widened at the familiar voice, 'I mean no harm to the League, even if I was capable of doing harm to anyone that is.'

'Felicity Smoak, Class of 09?' Nyssa wasn't a woman who was usually surprised by a situation, but when the visitor lowered their hood and pulled the mask from their face, the terrified expression on the young blonde woman's face was not at all what she'd expected.

'Yep,' Felicity waggled her fingers, 'Thats me. I, um, I'm here to... Well, I'm here to request an audience with your father.'

'Whatever it is that compels you to seek my father's court,' Nyssa stepped towards Felicity, 'Then I would suggest that you let it leave your mind, turn around and return to your home while he still allows it.'

'What compels me,' Felicity's face turned stony, 'Is to return to my home with the body of the man that I loved so I can give him a burial he deserves. I'm here to collect Oliver Queen's body.'