Anyone who wasn't fighting watched in horror as the Children of Dawn obliterated hundreds of Hybern's soldiers on the battlefield.

It was a mixture of Day and Night.

Damian used his newfound powers to his advantage, blinding his enemies with the brightness of his light. Wrathbringer was his partner, killing his enemies with every blow. The Son of Dawn barely took any damage, and whatever he did take, his power healed it within seconds.

As for the Daughter of Dawn, it seemed that her shadows listened to her every command she made. She moved across the field like a shooting star, leaving enemy soldiers stunned. Seconds later, with the help of Soulender, she sliced the necks of four of Hybern's men at once.

And soon, the Children of Dawn were the only ones left standing.

Helion watched as Damian's power slowly left him, bringing him back from the temporary light. The High Lord of Day could not fathom what he had seen. It was as if he was on the field, demolishing any enemies that came his way. He looked over to Thesan, who seemed to witness everything that happened with his children.

The High Lord of Dawn didn't seem surprised. No, it seemed that he expected it to happen. His partner, Zephyr, also stared at the children, his expression hard, but Helion could see that he was terrified.

On the other side of the field, Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel watched the whole ordeal unfold. They all stared at the Daughter of Dawn, seeing her shadows disappear, unshielding her from the darkness.

Rhysand didn't know how it was possible. How could he not sense what she was? After being with her for so long Under the Mountain, he would have sensed her shadows immediately. Why was it now that her abilities made themselves known?

The High Lord of Night looked over at Azriel, his eyes glued to the Daughter of Dawn. Rhysand could see the aura of his shadows reaching out towards Auriella as if demanding him to go to her.

"How the hell is that possible?" Cassian breathed in disbelief.

Some of Hybern's men reorganized into a second battalion, marching towards the Children of Dawn. They were sizable, ready to avenge their fallen.

But it seemed that Auriella and Damian's newfound abilities had taken a toll on them. Azriel could see her swaying back and forth, like she...

Azriel...

It was the last thing he heard before she fainted, along with her brother. Hybern's second battalion was still making their way towards them, weapons raised high.

Quick as lightning, Azriel winnowed, but only halfway. His body was still too weak from the injuries he suffered when he and Feyre saved Elain. He felt a sting of pain go through him. He let out a grunt but kept his eyes on his mate, seeing Helion already there, keeping the battalion away.

In front of him, there were enemy soldiers in his way, blocking his view of Auriella. He reached for his daggers, feeling the empty carrier where Truth-teller was supposed to be. He mentally cursed at himself, remembering that he lent it to Elain.

Instead, the Spymaster grabbed one of the many swords off the ground. He gripped it in his hand, quickly getting used to the uncomfortable hilt.

Protect.

The Spymaster sprang into action, throwing his dagger into the chest of one of Hybern's soldiers, using the sword to decapitate him. Before the body fell, he grabbed his dagger again, slicing the neck of the soldier who wasn't expecting it.

Protect.

Azriel let the blood hit his face. It didn't matter. No one mattered except her.

His enemies went down one by one, his dagger and sword dripping blood everywhere. He opened stomaches, sliced necks, cut bodies in half, and took off heads.

They all had to be dead. They could not get close to her. He would not let them touch her.

PROTECT!

He was absolutely feral at this point.

His emotions were scattered, the adrenaline pumping through him as if he was on a fucking high. Everything was red and gray.

As he cleared the battalion he was faced, he could see Auriella still on the ground, her brother awake and hovering over her. Thesan was occupied, facing a battalion of his own, along with Kallias. Azriel could see Helion and Zephyr fighting the sizable battalion together, bodies dropping like flies.

The Spymaster's shadows were restless, reaching out towards the Daughter of Dawn. And in the Cauldron's mist, he could lightly see her shadows. The small aura was enough for him to rush to her, kneeling to the ground.

Damian looked up at him, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your companions and stop this fucking war?!" He yelled over the clamor.

Azriel looks down at Auriella. "I'm where I am supposed to be." He tells him. Even when he was covered in blood that wasn't his, being this close to her was enough to calm him, to take him out of the high.

The sight of her like this... he couldn't bear seeing it. It was as if she was dead. But his shadows and the bond were the only things reminding him that she was alive.

Immediately, Azriel ripped himself away, joining the fight with Helion and Zephyr. He looked over to the Peregyrn, "Get Auriella out of here!" He yelled, slicing the neck of a soldier.

Zephyr listens, killing one more soldier before running to his daughter. He brings her into his arms, grabs Damian's hand, and winnows them back to their camp. The Son of Dawn quickly takes his sister into his arms, bringing her into one of the tents to be assessed.

Thesan winnows into the tent seconds later, his eyes going right to his daughter. He rushed to the head of the cot, placing his hands on the side of her head, concentrating. He takes a deep breath, letting his abilities find their way of waking her up.

And once again, Auriella's shadows came alive, orbiting her as if she were the center of the universe. Damian watched as the glistening stars brightened as if their father was feeding her power. He was mesmerized by them, unsure of how it was possible that he and his sister had abilities they never knew about.

Soon, Auriella woke, gasping for air. She looked around, seeing that she was no longer on the battlefield. She saw her father and brother surrounding her, staring at her as if she was a stranger.

The black aura of shadows had appeared around her once more. But to her, that didn't matter at the moment. She tried to stand up from the cot, but her father did not allow it. "You are not going back out there, Ella. There is no telling what could happen." He says.

Auriella knows that he's right, but she doesn't want to admit it. Instead, she doesn't say a word. She stays on the cot, looking at the dirt. How was this possible?

As soon as their father left, Auriella looked over to her brother, "What the hell happened out there?" She seethes, as if she could blame Damian for something he had no control of either.

He shakes his head, "I could ask the same thing," he breathes.

The twins stayed silent for a moment, hearing the chaos that was taking place outside. Auriella felt Azriel's panicked state as if something else was happening. She quickly stood from the cot, exiting the tent, her head lightly spinning.

The battlefield was nothing but plain dirt and ashes. The air had become a darker orange as the Cauldron blasts kept dropping. Hybern had the upper hand.

Auriella could see Rhysand in the skies, using his abilities, but she knew that there was only so much he could do until his powers depleted. Even the powerful beings he and Feyre summoned to the battlefield were either dead or overwhelmed.

But soon, horns sounded in the distance.

"Who the hell is that?" Damian breathed, pointing towards the seaside.

Three huge ships came sailing in, soldiers dropping into the shallow waters and rushing into the battle, killing Hybern's men. Relief flooded through Auriella, mentally thanking the spirits for being with them.

Auriella looked to her brother, "Where is Soulender?" She asked.

Damian shook his head, "We were in a rush to get you off the battlefield, I completely forgot to grab it." He tells her.

The Daughter of Dawn looks around, seeing one of the soldiers' swords lying on the ground. She goes to it, picking it up. It could never compare to hers, but she was grateful to have something to fight with.

"Are you going to keep me here? Or are we going back to the fight?" She asks her brother, who doesn't say anything to keep her away from the battlefield.

The twins find Peregryns that winnow them to the field. Auriella and Damian race to the battalion overwhelming Helion, inviting themselves back into the bloodshed. Auriella screamed in rage, killing the enemies that found their way under her sword, her shadows following every movement she made.

She would not let them take over her home.

Once they were finished with the battalion, Auriella heard a soldier yell through the clamor of steel, "THE KING IS DEAD!"

The Daughter of Dawn felt her heart fill with hope, wanting to fall to the ground and cry. The war was almost over. She looked around, no longer seeing Rhysand in the skies, or Azriel anywhere is her sight.

Are you okay?

She waited for a moment, breathing heavily.

Then, Auriella felt the ground rumble once more. She looked over the far cliffs, seeing a ball of light and wings peeking through them. Rhysand and Feyre were repairing the Cauldron.

Damian went to his sister, holding her hand tightly. "What are they doing?" He asked.

Auriella didn't respond. She stared at the magnitude of power the High Lord and High Lady held together. It was beyond anything she had ever witnessed; a beautiful power that she could never begin to understand. She prayed that they would be enough.

Then, the light had gone out and the Cauldron shined, repaired as if it had never been broken. But, something was wrong. She could sense the despair rushing down the bond.

"RHYSAND!" Auriella heard Feyre's scream echo through the air.

The High Lord of Day came behind the twins, winnowing them to the cliffs.

Feyre, along with her companions, were there staring down at their dead High Lord. The High Lady wept, hovering over his body, begging him to wake up. Auriella felt tears rushing down her face, remembering what he had done for her Under the Mountain, how he momentarily took away her pain.

Moments later, every High Lord winnowed in. Feyre looked at them, her eyes holding nothing but sadness and pure rage. "Bring him back." She seethed.

No one moved a muscle.

"BRING HIM BACK!" The High Lady of Night yelled.

Not knowing if it would work or not, Tarquin stepped up first, dropping a kernel of his power down onto Rhysand. The other High Lords followed suit, Beron taking some convincing, but he dropped his nonetheless.

"Tell me how," Feyre growled, not knowing how to summon the drop.

Auriella saw her father kneel down next to Feyre, explaining it. Then the kernel appeared in her hand, glowing brightly like a star. She dropped it onto her mate's neck, her tears spilling onto his blood-stained armor.

And then there was one.

Tamlin looked down at the High Lord of Night. Auriella wondered if he would do it. She wondered if he still held the hatred toward her and refuse to revive Rhysand out of spite.

But Auriella saw Tamlin look over to Feyre with sad eyes. They held no hate, only regret. The High Lord of Spring summoned the kernel of his power, dropping it down onto Rhysand.

Moments later, life breathed through him again.

Auriella felt her Thesan tugging her away, "Ella, we have to go now." He tells her. She knows that its because of her.

She shakes her head, "But father, I need-" She starts.

"We are leaving now." He growls at her. She had never seen him like this.

Auriella nods, not wanting to anger her father any further. They walk down the cliffs, wanting to get away from everyone before they winnow.

"Auriella!" She hears her name called by a familiar voice.

She turns back to see Azriel standing there, staring at her with tired eyes. He was soaked with blood, as she was. His wings had small cuts on them, but it didn't seem to faze him. He grips Soulender in his hand, holding it out for her to grab.

The Daughter of Dawn knows her family is looking at them, but at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. This was the first time he had ever spoken to her, acknowledged her by her own name. Her heart skipped a beat.

She walked towards the Spymaster, reaching her hand out to take back her sword. Her hand brushed his, their shadows swirling like never before. Her breathing hitched, but she did not falter. "Thank you." She breathed, taking Soulender away from him.

Not wanting to bring suspicion to her family, she walked away from him.

I hope I see you again. She sent down the bond.

Then she was winnowed away.