A/n: Hullooooo guys, I'm just being a real crappy author, and I don't update that often. I'm sincerely sorry, as I experience a lot of schoolwork, and don't have that much time to write. So, what I'm asking is that I hope you would understand and be patient and more importantly, forgive me for being the crappy author that I am. Thank you, love y'all! :))))))

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In Prythian, near the Illyrian War Camps
Feyre
She sprinted through the forest, occasionally stopping for a rest. She just had to arrive at the Illyrian Camps before sunset, or she would surely be devoured by the monsters and who-knows-what that lurks here.  Using her Fae senses, she let it guide her through the forest, veering left, right,... She was half contemplating winnowing or even flying, but, no. In doing any of those mentioned activities, she might as well have shouted: "I'm weak and I quit!" and wiping the smirks off those Illyrian bastards would become an impossible dream. She snorted at the thought, and was unable to dodge the blonde woman standing in her path. They collided, slamming into the mud, but both rolled up onto their knees expertly into a kneeling position, with Feyre's ability to do so only being a courtesy of  Cassian's hard training. Feyre made a mental note to thank the male later. They both looked at each other, wondering what to make of the other. But while Feyre's face showed a hint of an intrigued woman, the other's was an utter blankness. Her eyes, however, were a peculiar turquoise lined with gold, and they, with their ferocity and cunningness, betrayed her supposed effect of portraying a damsel in distress. Feyre was the first to break the silence.
"Who are you? You shouldn't be here in these dangerous woods." She said tentatively, and immediately regretted her choice of words, as the blonde's face instantly changed into something of hard granite, wary and on guard.
"The same can be said of you." The blonde merely replied. Awkward silence, then—
"I'm Celaena." She said stiffly, "And, for the second statement,—" She bared her teeth "—I'm more than capable of staying alive, thank you."
Feyre was instantly taken-aback by the girl's attitude, but managed to maintain an expression of curiosity, and said: "You are a human girl, and your body can be fragile. In case you're wondering, we are in...." She hesitated, wondering if she could trust the mortal "... ah, the Night Court. And I'm Feyre, by the way."
Celaena looked slightly intrigued, and for a moment Feyre though she would ask something, but it was there and gone in a flash. "How did you get here?" Feyre asked.
"Now that you've mentioned it, I have no idea." Celaena mused. "I guess ...  Gah! I don't know. I don't even know this place, to begin with!" Celaena looked troubled. She started muttering things under her breath, when Feyre said:
"I can help you, you know."
"How?" Celaena asked skeptically, her eyes narrowing, brows knitting together.
"By... Well, I can look into your mind—"
"Don't you dare!" Celaena hissed.
"—Or we can find other forms of help." Feyre finished "At the Illyrian War Camp."
Celaena seemed to consider this, and if she was afraid of an Illyian war camp she didn't show it. Rather, she grinned, flashing her teeth, rubbed her hands together and said: "A War Camp sounds nice enough, though I will have to pity those poor dears who have to meet me and take me in."
"Oh?" Feyre cocked her eyebrow. "Then you should follow me, but we'll have to go fast, preferably before sunset."

Another A/n in one chapter!
I know how inexperienced and amateur it is but whatever. I know that this chapter is confusing and quite messed up, and there's a thousand questions, the most obvious being: How the hell did Celaena/Aelin get here in the first place???? I promise that everything will be solved in the next chapter. Ta-ta!