A Court of Shorts and Storys

Returning Home Part 1

How I see Rhys  return to Velaris went, and a part of Mors life. This will be in two parts.

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Mor sat alone in the town house salon. Her wine glass in hand and reports in front of her. Reports of things happening. Tamlin had left the Spring Court, and something was happening under the mountain. Azriel had tried to get in but failed, just like he did the other times he had tried over the years.

She got up and walked around in the room, sipping at her wine. It was early morning, and her first glass of the day. Mor sighed, ever since Rhys got trapped things had been difficult. In the beginning she had been with Rita, trying to find some comfort in her lovers arms. But in the end it had not helped.

It had been three years since she ended it, since she had forced herself to accept that Rita deserved better then Mor right now. She had lied to Cass and Az, told them that her tears came from missing her cousin. Not that she had broken up the longest relationship she had ever have

The morning sun came into the room warming her. The summer heat still in the air. She took in a breath hoping that things might get better soon. Maybe the whispers of change was true, maybe something was happening in this very moment... She placed down her wine glass, asking herself if a start in that change was to not drink before lunch time...

"No... We don't need to be that drastic." She said, emptying her glass. "But we can say only one before lunch." Instead of three... Armen was in her apartment, Cass in the camps, just like every morning. Az was out doing stuff. Like usual, and she was alone. And then she was not.

In the room infront her Rhys landed in the floor, panting, pale. Her cousin fell to his knees, and Mors glass fell onto the ground. Shattering around her feet.

"Rhys..." she said sinking down to her own knees, not caring about the glass shards that embedded themself in her knees. Taking her cousins face in her hands. "Rhys, is it really you?"

"She is my mate..." He said, looking down in the ground "She is my mate." Mor just blinked in confusion.

"Who?" She asked, fearing the worst.

"Feyre..." He said, tears falling down his face. "She is my mate..." A hard knock was heard on the door and Armen entered. Rhys said nothing more about this Feyre, but he got up and Mor gasped. Her cousin, once so strong and living, a shell remained, his skin so pale, his body weakened.

"Mor, get Azriel and Cassian." Armen said, sending her away. Cass was the easy one to find, standing in the rings, training.

"Cass." Mor said, calling for his attention. The stupied Illyrian just flexed and continued. "Cass." Mor said again. Trying to find the words.

"Yes, do you want to join me?" Cass said, grinning.

"Rhys is back." Mor said, his grin disappeared. "He is in the house." Cass stoped and got dressed, walking down to her.

"We need to get Az." He said. She could hear a slight shiver in his voice.

"I know..." She winnowed them back to the town house. She found Az alone up at the House of Winds, he had hins wings out to sunbath in the morning, reports and tea in hand.

"To what do I own the pleasure?" He asked. Mor swallowed. "Mor, what is it?" He got up.

"Rhys is back." She said, how her voice held steady she didn't know. "He is in the house." Az vanished in front of her, and she did the same.

The house was filed with a mix of relief and sorrow. Rhys was home, Amrantas rule was over. He was home, and alive. And still... Mor cried at the sight of her cousin, the ghost and a shell remained of him. Az and Cass was just talking about what they all needed to do now. Mor just stood still, watching.