Elena had warned her. She had told Aelin that once she had restored the wyrdkeys everything will change. So here she is. Facing the light consuming portal that supposable returned the keys to the gate. She looked back at her friends and court. All here to see there queen restore peace to Erilea. She takes a deep breath. And steps forward towards the swirling mass of power. The eye of Elena emitting ethereal glow across her face and body. Into the pit of darkness she thinks. Once through the portal Aelin could tell something was wrong. A pull of energy twisted her core as the smothering emptiness suddenly yanked the three keys from her hand, leaving her to grasp at her fading consciousness. The relentless drainage of energy and power making her vision crack.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness overcame her senses. As she started to descend. Hair flying across her face and her tunic and pants snapping in the wind as she picked up speed. As the darkness fell away the sick feeling slowly got put aside as Aelin's eyes widened at the site of the incoming floor. But as she started to make out her surroundings as she fell time slowed. Movements came easier and she managed in those few crucial seconds to make her body absorbed the most possible impact that came with the act of freefalling through dimensions.

A dull ache hummed in her bones as she assessed the damage and stood up. She turned slowly and met the eyes of those in the room in which she stood. The room consisted of a large wooden table that currently was occupied by six people, all of which were fey. A male with black hair and violet eyes stood up and stalked towards Aelin. Mustering her Celaena Sardothien bravado Aelin straitened her back and gave a lazy grin and she assessed her exits and escape points in the room, in case things got messy. The man opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off with saying 'you might as well introduce yourself if I'm going to stand around here all day' the man growled but I just flashed my canines in response. The man replied with saying in a very warning tone 'I am Rhysand, High lord of the Night court'.

Well then Rhysand' Aelin said 'if you don't tell me how to get back to Terrisen you and I wont get along very well, would we.