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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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4/21/23

I'm her prisoner.

I'm Amarantha's prisoner, her play thing...

I knew I should have listened to Alis...I shouldn't have made a deal with her. I can't believe I was so STUPID. Everyone knows not to make a deal with the Fae Folk. It's like all of my common sense disappeared the moment I saw Tam...

Oh, Tamlin... He didn't even look at me while I made that deal, didn't even try stop me. Not that he could have stopped me to begin with. He sent me away and yet I managed to find myself caught in the spider's web, tangled with no way out.

Three trials. Amarantha said all I had to do was complete three trials and then she'd let them go. She'd let Tamlin and all of the Spring court go. Or solve her riddle. I don't even know where to begin with that. She knows it too.

Cauldron save me... for I've dug myself a grave and it's bound to be a living hell.

"There are those who seek me a lifetime but we never meet, And those I kiss but who trample me beneath ungrateful feet.

At times I seem to favor the clever and the fair, But I bless all those who are brave enough to dare.

By large, my ministration are soft-handed and sweet, But scorned, I become a difficult beast to defeat.

For though each of my strikes lands a powerful blow, When I kill, I do it slow...

What am I?"

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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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4/24/23

The first trial was a nightmare. I knew the Fae enjoyed torturous games, especially when it involved humans. A million eyes all waiting for blood. My blood.

At some point in the arena, my side was cut open. Blood was spilling from the gash even now as I sat on the cold stone floor.

I passed out shortly after I won the trial. I don't know how many hours it's been since then, maybe days.

but the wound won't stop bleeding no matter how much pressure I put on it...

I'm dying.

I'm dying and I can't do anything about it. I don't know when someone will come to me cell next. I'm dying.

I'm dying, I'm dying. I'mdy ing I' mdy ing I'mdyin g Imdying.

Someone

please

h e lp

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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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4/27/23

At some point in my bouts of consciousness, Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night court, came to my cell.

I remember him saying something. A deal of some sort. He said he'd heal me if I agreed. And so I did.

I needed to live, to free Tamlin and his people. Even if it meant the cost of my own sanity. and now his mark is on my skin for eternity. The nightshade blue tattoo on my arm is signal enough to everyone that I now belong to him.

I tried and tried to scrub it off, but it still remained...

So much for listening to Alis.

So much for being able to save them.

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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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4/28/23

I don't feel right.

I don't remember anything from last night's ball...

I went with Rhysand's servants, they cleaned me up and put me in some sort of dress...Rhysand had me drink some wine...

Everything is all dark after that.

Cauldron help me.

What did I do, what did I get myself into?

What happened to me?

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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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5/13/23

Too many nights not remembered.

Too many fractured memories.

Too many eyes.

Too many. Too much. Too many. Too much.

I don't remember.

I can't remember, I can't, I can't, I c a n t r e m e m b e r.

The dark isn't safe anymore, it's where he reigns.

it's where he hides, watches. It's where he traps you when you're at your most desperate.

It's where he got me, now I'm nothing.

Nothing but clouded memories, nothing but faerie wine.

Nothing but amusement for their devilish eyes to feast upon.

I'm nothing, nothing, not me anymore. I'm

so tired

so

tired.

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diariesfromunderthemountain · 1 year

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I've been in this cell for awhile now.

But there's two of me now.

One decaying, one escaping.

The other me sits in the corner of the cell, broken and cold, and...gone.

But I feel nothing. Just longing to escape these four stone walls. Longing to be with the people I love. With Tamlin.

I wonder if he knows I'll never make it out of this place alive.

I wonder if this was Amarantha's plan all along...to use Rhysand...She knew I wouldn't answer the riddle in time. She knew I wouldn't make it to the end. She knew...

For when I kill, I do it slow...

You were Love.

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