Rebirth

Willow 8 stories

Summary

She had fought bravely up until now, her mind decided as she eyed the being in front of her, squaring him up. He was tall, inhumanly so, and she had a feeling he could easily overpower her without trying. His ethereal, icy eyes bore into her. Watched every move she made. He could pick up the most minute quiver and this made her more determined. "What are you?" Feyre growled, not letting her nervousness show. The being before her gave a wry smile. "That is not the question you should be asking, Ithilwen." He evaded the question, the last word seemed so foreign yet so familiar to her as if she'd heard it before. She kept her face hard though her mind raced at his words. "Then tell me what I should be asking then. I haven't got all night." "If you have yet to figure out the question, perhaps you should be reflecting deeper. Do you know what you are?" His look was one of cockiness but his eyes set the tone. She was no fool, she picked up the direction he was pointing her in. But that lead her to the true question she'd been refusing to ask herself. Did she know who or what she was?