Rattle the Stars

Chapter 1

*All credit for the art above to the original owner*

Hi! If you bothered to click on this, thank you! I'm new to Wattpad, so any read is incredibly important to me. Updates to this story will be pretty all over the place. Hopefully, at least once a week, but maybe more.

On to the story, though: I wanted to write a crossover that was unique and didn't have the same plot as a lot of others. (No judging) And incredibly, I haven't seen this plot yet.

Basically, when Aelin is forging the lock, we know that she falls through the ACOTAR world, and is saved by Rhys. But what if he slowed her down too much- and she ended up in their world instead of her own.

Yeah. That's what this is. Does that even make any sense? XD I'm going to stop talking now, and get on with the story. Enjoy!

*Disclaimer: I own none of SJM"s characters, places, world's, etc. I only own the plot*

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Excerpt taken from KoA

     She was falling. Falling and being thrown. The Wyrdgate sealed behind her, and yet she was not home. As it closed, all worlds overlapped.

     And she now fell through them.

     One after another after another. Worlds of water, worlds of ice, worlds of
darkness. She slammed through them, faster than a shooting star, faster than light.

     Home.

     She had to find home—
Worlds of lights, worlds of towers that stretched to the skies, worlds of
silence.

      So many.

     There were so many worlds, all of them miraculous, all of them so precious
and perfect that even as she fell through them, her heart broke to see them.
Home. The way home—
She fumbled for the tether, the bond in her soul. Inked into her flesh.

     Come back to me.

     Aelin plunged through world after world after world. Too fast. She would hit her own world too fast, and miss it completely.
But she could not slow. Could not stop.

     Tumbling, flipping over herself, she passed through them one by one by one
by one by one.

     It is the strength of this that matters. Wherever you go, Aelin, no matter how
far, this will lead you home.
Aelin roared, a spark of self flashing through the sky.

     The tether grew stronger. Tighter. Reeling her in.

     Too fast. She had to slow—

     She plummeted into the last of herself, into what remained, grappling for any
sort of power to slow her racing.

     She passed through a world where a great city had been built along the curve
of a river, the buildings impossibly tall and glimmering with lights.

     Passed through a world of rain and green and wind. Roaring, she tried to slow.

     She passed through a world of oceans with no land to be seen.

     Close. Home was so close she could nearly smell the pine and snow. If she
missed it, if she passed by it— She passed through a world of snowcapped mountains under shining stars.

     Passed over one of those mountains, where a winged male stood beside a heavily
pregnant female, gazing at those very stars.

     Fae.

     They were Fae, but this was not her world.
She flung out a hand, as if she might signal them, as if they might somehow
help her when she was nothing but an invisible speck of power—

     The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as
she arced across his starry sky.
He lifted a hand, as if in greeting.

     A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her.

     Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged through. But it slowed her.

*End of excerpt. A bit long, but I don't think any of us mind reading more of SJM's wonderful work.*

     It slowed her. Too much. She was slowing, slowing, slowing. Slowing enough that instead of crashing through this world and into the next, she was softly drifting down to the surface of this world. No- no, she needed to get home.

     Aelin needed to return to her world, to fight and lead and kill. Instead, she was stuck in this gods-damned world, who's surface was approaching ever nearer.

     She twist and fought, but nothing erased that dark power's hold. One last brutal gift from the vengeful gods she had just doomed to fate, she supposed.

     Finally, the ground was near enough that when the power's grip loosened, Aelin fell only around 10 feet, tucking and rolling smoothly, easing into a crouch.

     Another shock came when she realized that the world she was in was quite like Terrasen. All around her, pine forests stretched, tall rocky mountains piercing the beautiful starry sky beyond them.

    This place was made for the moon and the night.

     A bright flash and rustle if wind came form behind, and Aelin whirled, cursing herself for her lack of weapons. Although, she knew her hands and feet would do just fine.

      In place of the flash, the two fae she had seen stood. Aelin instantly knew who the power that had stopped her had come from. The one with night-dark hair and violet eyes. The well of power she could sense he had once could have rivaled her own.

     She furiously shoved down the pain and sorrow that came from the thought. I am Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galythinius, and I will not be afraid. Even in a new world, separated from my mate, friends, and power, I am the Fire-Bringer. Heir of Mala. Queen of Terrasen.

     I am still Elentiya. Spirit that cannot be broken.

Edit: I'm so sorry about the weird layout! On my end it looks fine, but to readers it looks really spaced out. I don't know how to fix it, so I'm sorry it's staying that way.

Did I do ok? Constructive criticism and comments are welcome! Usually, the chaps will be longer and consist of more original writing, but since this is chapter 1, I'm letting that slide. ⊂((・▽・))⊃ -RubyLegendxX