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thewriterwithnoplan · 5 years

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Still Fighting (Part 2)

Summary: Asherah has had a hard life, but lately it’s been looking up. After being adopted by the Ytger’s Asherah is off to Rifthold. But the story doesn’t end there does it? No there’s magic, tragic backstories and secret identities. So who exactly is Asherah? Pairing: Aedion x OC Word Count: 901 Warnings: None.

"Get up," The guard growled in my ear, yanking me by my hair to my feet. "You've not finished your work yet."

"Or what?" I spat at his shoes, barely holding the pickaxe up. Here in Calaculla, there was nothing else to lose. No family nor friends they could threaten, no life they could take from me because they'd already taken all that when they trapped me in their slave camp.

"Or we'll have you strung up for another lashing," He hissed kicking my side with the boot I'd spat on. Let me rephrase; there was nothing they could do but that. Twenty was enough. Avoiding his eye I ignored my shaking muscles and set back into the rhythm of the slaves. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Mining rock for the bastard who murdered my people, who sentenced me to this place. Working for the king. I wondered where my friends were, what lies were they fed? Where did they think I was? Arobynn. He'd tell them I died or betrayed them. It was all a setup, I knew. It was my fault for falling for it, I should have noticed when he sent me alone. I only feared what he'd do when he tired of my friends too.

That was a year before the Ytger's managed to save me before they adopted me as their own.

* * *

Morning arrived and things were slow, slower than they had been the past four weeks. Nehemia walked in relative silence, that was one of her best qualities. She not only knew what to say but when not to say anything at all. We traversed the labyrinth of halls each looking the same. Broken at seemingly random intervals by large wooden doors.

"Hey Asherah," I hummed in response. "There's someone I want you to meet. A woman new to the court, she reminds me very much of you."

"Of course, sister," I gave her a smile. "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine."

Her mirroring expression was joyful. Nehemia must really like this person. She seemed to skip her way to wherever she was leading me. Two wrong turns and a small fall later, Nehemiah had successfully - but not without mistake - lead me to her new friend's room. A large oak door greeted us, swinging open at her knock.

"It's a man," I whispered to Nehemia under my breath. "You've led us to the wrong room."

"She's at the dining table," The man grumbled, stepping aside and ushering us through. I was met with a rather hilarious sight. The Crown Prince sitting upside down on the sofa and a blonde woman guzzling porridge from a large bowl.

"Dorian!" I greeted the Prince. "I didn't know you were back."

"Asherah, I'm so sorry. My father has been dragging me off to every court meeting possible," He gave an apologetic wince. "I'm free this afternoon for reading if you'd like though."

"That'd be lovely," I smiled. "Don't be sorry though, I completely understand."

"I see you two already know each other," Nehemia nodded, walking toward the woman still knee-deep in cereal. "This is Asherah Ytger, my sister. Asherah this is-"

"Celaena," I whispered, her head emerged from the bowl and as she stood, wiping the porridge from the sides of her mouth, everything came back to me. Calaculla, my escape, Sam Courtland, the assassins guild, Terrasen.

"Ash?" Her knees visibly wobbled as she came toward me until we stood, face to face. "I'm so sorry."

"Gods," She flung her arms over my shoulders and I clung to her just as tightly. "Gods Celena, you're all grown up. I'm so sorry, so sorry I wasn't there."

"He said you were dead. Arobynn told me you died," I shook my head, refusing to release her. "Ash, where were you?"

I choked down a sob at the sound of her pleading voice. And here laid my greatest fear, not that I'd left her - though that was a close second - that she thought no one was left for her. We pulled apart slightly if only so I could see her face - her red, tear-stained face. I uncoiled one of my arms from her neck, wiping away the tears that didn't seem to end. Pooling endlessly in her eyes, the same eyes that seemed to taunt and haunt me.

"It doesn't matter Lena," I gave her a sad smile. "I promised I'd protect you, we're together again and I can do that."

She sniffled and groaned, "You just had to ruin the moment with that stupid nickname. Didn't you Ashy?"

"Of course C," I released her fully. "I'll make the plan-"

"I'll break the rules-" She gave a tearful smile.

"You swing the sword-" I returned the grin.

"You lift the shield." She nudged my shoulder.

"But I'm serious," I squeezed her hand. "I'll fulfil my promise if it's the last thing I do."

"She hardly needs any protection." The man who'd answered the door piped up, face still set in a stoney grim expression.

"Oh shut it Chaol." Celaena hissed. "I haven't seen my best friend in years."

"Asherah, sister," Nehemia smiled looking between myself and Celaena. "You two know each other?"

"Now is not the time for explanations." I inclined my head toward the boys. "I have a breakfast to attend with your mother Dorian, if you care to join?"

"I'll be right there." He flashed a charming grin.

#dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #celaena sardothien #nehemia ytger #asherah ytger #rifthold #throne of glass #tog

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