Celaena eventually got overwhelmed and beaten to a pulp, cuts, bruises quickly appeared on her skin but then she realised she had Super Fae Three and immediately started screaming not in pain but in anger, due to the transformation her body started overheating badly and her complete appearance was major changed, to very long golden hair and slightly increased muscle mass, she had gone into Super Fae Two, slightly weaker than Super Fae Three and immediately the guards were all dead after that she entered the throne room and seen Aery kneeling down for some reason.

Aery flinched as Celaena entered the room. "I killed him. Celaena, Celaena, I killed my brother. He was unarmed and I killed him. I'm a monster." She sobbed and ran to Celaena, putting her arms around the woman. Then she realized that Celaena was... different, and she stumbled back in shock, staring at Celaena who was still in her magic form. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you out there..." she whispered, for surely that was what all the blood was aboout.

" Its okay Aerie, but you're not a monster" Her voice sounding deeper then usual but that was the norm in this form, but she had killed the king, damn Aery, true a few weeks ago Celaena had said to Aery "If we burn.. Then the king burns with us!!!" But it had became reality, she didn't have the funds to pay Aery for killing the king, but suddenly she felt a strange prick and a voice saying "Endovier", the prick on her neck was Gloriella, then the drug consumed her mind

Aery barely had time to raise her dagger before a second needle pricked her neck. The word spoken was Calaculla. Calaculla. But... Celaena was going to Endovier. Endovier and Calaculla were half a realm apart. They'd be separated. "Celaena..." she whispered. And then the world went black.
Until suddenly it wasn't black, but lit by dim, flickering firelight. Someone prodded her back, and she stumbled forward and fell as her shackles went tight. The overseer grabbed her by the arm and hauled her to her feet. A few of the slaves looked up at her with dull curiosity and as she passed she heard more than one whip crack.
The overseer, hauling on her arm, led her to one of the chain gangs that had an open spot. Within moments her shackles were clipped in with theirs. "Your workshift begins in ten minutes." And then chuckling, he went back to the top of the tunnel to exchange bets with the other overseer on how long Aery would last. They agreed; less than three days. Aery couldn't hear that, of course, but it was plain by the raised eyebrows of the other slaves that the men were discussing something interesting.
One tried to say something to her; she couldn't read his lips clearly enough to make it out. "You know, I can't hear anything." She said softly. "Don't try talking to me until my eyes have quit fuzzing out from the Gloriella they hit me with."
The one in front of her turned and used hand-signals. YOU DEAF?
Aery nodded.
THEY NOT LIKE DEAF WORKERS.
Aery shrugged. "It was a punishment."
PUNISHMENT FOR WHAT? WHO YOU KILL?
Aery winced, but decided to tell the truth. "Aleksander Silverheart, the successor after Hollin Havilliard was assassinated."
One of the other slaves looked at her closely. YOU KNOW AERIENNA? SHE O-K?
So did another. AERIENNA? SHE QUEEN NOW?
A third, a boy maybe four years older than Aery herself. SAVE US SHE WILL. SHE QUEEN OF MERCY. And with a lump in her throat she suddenly recognized him. Aiden. One of the street boys who'd first taught her the ways of the street, the one who taught her to conceal her identity. The one who'd taught her the sign language.
"She can't save you, when she can't even save herself. Not when she's stuck a mile below the ground in a labor camp where the average life expectancy is two weeks." She reached under the thin shirt that was all she wore and found the charm, rubbing it over her fingers to reassure herself. She didn't dare look at the others' facial expressions, except for Aiden, whose hand shot out across the chain and gripped hers in their secret handshake from his street days. She started to cry.
And then the whip cracked white-hot across her back, leaving her gasping in agony. Three times, four times, five times. Blood running down her back. Pain, bad pain. The chain went tight and yanked her along, down the tunnel further, into the mines themselves.

As Celaena came to, She noticed her wrists were bound by iron shackles, she looked at her surroundings Endovier she thought and immediately a flashback came to mind, This place was her downfall fifteen years ago, She seen a fist come towards her and having no time to dodge it felt the full power of the punch break some of her teeth. She immediately fell to the floor as she winced in pain, she had noticed she had been stripped of her Spidersilk, so she was vulnerable to attack now. The guard who had punched her laughed as he brought a dagger and kneeled over and slowly brought down the knife onto her eye, he kept laughing as he did it even through her screams of agony, Then he stood up and pulled her along the ground, the friction of the stoney ground tearing her flesh on her belly and chest as the mines were filled with the screams of a Assassin.

Aery had felt pain before, but not this bad. Every single time she had dropped her pickaxe from being unable to hold the weight, the guards had laughed, and whipped her until she fell and tried to grip the tool again.
When they were led back to their resting spot, she was too tired to even really comprehend the next indignity, when the guards came around with slices of stale bread (the dinner for all of the prisoners) and so obviously skipped her. Aiden tried to give her half of his bread; the guard's whip cracked across his arms and shoulder. The guards brought cups of water, too, and again skipped her. Not that she would mind. The less they gave her to drink the shorter of a time she would survive this torture.
As soon as the guards went away, Aiden turned to her, concern on his face. He said something to the other slaves; they gripped her arms and one covered her mouth. And then a burning filled her back, burning stinging agony in all of the wounds. She fought against them, but all of a sudden it was over and she slumped to the floor, looking up at Aiden in pain and shock. Why had he done that...?
SALT HEAL. OTHERWISE INFECTION AND DIE.
Oh. She was an idiot. She just didn't expect it to hurt so much. She nodded, curling onto her stomach to sleep, though she was too cold to sleep and in too much pain. And no sooner had she done that then the guards came up behind her, yanking her to her feet. One cupped her elbow in a most intimate manner, the way a prince would escort her at a ball; the other unhooked her shackles from the rest of the group's.
Aiden looked at her in horror, and so did a couple of the younger slaves, and then she realized what it must mean. She fought, but one of the guards hit her on the head hard, and dazed, she just hung their limply as the guards carried her away.
"Here's the deal. Either you go back to your chain-gang and you work in the mines with them and you NEVER talk about the outside world again. And certainly never talk about escape." said one guard, thankfully standing in front of her so that she could read his lips.
"Or you stay here. It's more comfortable and there's no physical labor involved. In exchange for the new accommodations, you will have to serve us. Any of us guards can use you at any time we want to."
Aery winced. "What's to stop you from using me when I'm a slave in the mines?" You idiot, Aery. You blinking idiot. Don't encourage them with your pert tongue, you idiot.
The guards laughed. "Nothing."
Aery sighed. If she stayed here she could heal until she could get out... But probably not. She was in a room of solid iron. The door locked from the outside. And she was shackled down in iron as well.
And she owed it to Aiden and the others to figure out a way to get them out.
"I'll go back to the mines."
"And you'll regret the day that you were born." One of the guards said. He approached her, and she knew what was coming, and didn't even try to stop him from hurting her the way she'd been hurt before.

Ame, slightly concerned about how long Aery had been gone, tried to contact her, and instantly reeled as pain shot through her back. She reached out to Celaena then and pain shot through the whole left side of her face.
Gasping, trying to comprehend it.
She tentatively reached out to both. Both had such intense loneliness and terror in them. Aery, the strange guard standing over her laughing, Celaena, being dragged down a hallway still stained with fifteen-year-old blood. The blood of the guards she'd killed in her escape attempt.
They were alone.
Not in the same camp.
And Ame realized what had happened to them.
"ANSEL! ROWAN!" She shouted, fear making her girlish voice shrill. "THEY CAPTURED AERY AND CELAENA! ONE'S AT ENDOVIER AND ONE'S AT CALACULLA AND I CAN'T COMMUNICATE WITH EITHER OF THEM!"

Ansel heard Ame and through her hazy sleep tried to get up " Channel me plus dead witches you would be able to contact them, tell them we are on our way, Rowan and silly go to Calaculla and me and Ame will get Celaena okay?" She said as she grabbed her swords to bring pain to whoever was hurting the leaders of this group, she liked Aery and Celaena so it was a no brainer to save them

Shadow woke with a blinding headache. he couldn't focus at all and worst of all he felt like every bone in his body was broken. he stood up and could smell smoke and felt the heat of a fire. where was he and what was going on. he stumbled out the door of the house he was in and turned back to see that the would building was on fire. he wondered how he had made it out with out being burned. he walked away from the fire and shook his head trying to clear his mind. he wandered around for a while until his mind cleared and he was able to think clearly again. he had let his magic out and it must have back started the fire. he knew that his magic would draw attention from other magic users now so he would wait for one of them to contact him.

Ame winced. She hated channeling. She always felt so filthy doing it. But if it would save Aery... She drew power from Ansel and from the dead witches that she was connected to. With the power she forced her way past the iron that tried to inhibit her magic. "Be strong, Aery, Celaena. We'll be there before the week is out. Celaena, me and Ansel are coming for you. Aery, Rowan and Silly are going to come and find you. Hold on, girls, and we'll be there as soon as we can." She cut the communication before she could start crying.
She looked at the rope tying her to Silly. Instantly the rope incinerated itself.
She went to the ponies, gathered up her crossbow and the poisoned bolts. Several daggers. Her armguards.
She kissed Silly on the cheek. "We'll get them back."
Silly nodded, her green eyes overflowing with tears as she armed up. Armguards, longbow, throwing stars, daggers. So many daggers.
She went to stand by Rowan, waiting for his still-drunken mind to comprehend what was going on.
Ame went to stand by Ansel, giving her a thumbs-up and trying to ignore the trembling that had taken over her arms and legs. She wouldn't be scared. She couldn't be. For Celaena's sake she couldn't be.

Rowan finally clicked on to what they were saying, then his eyes widened drastically " Come on Sill, lets go" He climbed on his Asterion horse and beckoned silly to get on the same horse, If any harm came to either of Aery or Celaena he'd ice over Erilea to avenge them " Ame, rip them apart for us all" and then smiled.

Ansel bent down and then drew a medium circle and then placed a coin in it and then placed Blue Calimyss into the circle and placed her hands on the ground and chanted something, then the items began to produce an other world smoke and it then sparked then after the smoke had cleared, Eight Devils Stars had appeared which when thrown into someone produced a thousand cuts on the person who had been the target,

Silly had to size up the jump, and as it was she nearly missed it. But she managed to haul herself up on the horse's back without braining Rowan with her longbow. She giggled rather crazily. "We're off to save Aery, then."
Ame gasped, looking at the stars. "Oh my gosh. I've heard of those. One of the other kids got hit with one of them during a fight with some nobles... We couldn't help him, although we tried... He wound up dying and we couldn't decide whether it was from blood loss or from infection. Either way he suffered for a long time... Would you really use those on someone, Ansel?"

" To save Celaena, yes" She picked them up carefully and gave a few to Ame and smiled, then started walking to Endovier while Rowan rode for Calaculla, " That's just a portion of my power Ame, if I want too I could put an entire City in a boundary spell without killing my self, and possibly more" she smiled and then started walking again to Endovier.

Shadow walked around for a while thinking about what had happened in the recent past. he kept thinking about how he had to kill Kalin his mentor. how he had been left behind by those he thought would help to train him. he was left alone in the world again. they didn't care about him so why should he ask them for help. why should he even help them. no they were the reason that he was alone in the world again. they had left him alone so they were now his enemy. he would hunt them all down and kill them for his parents he would end the assassins. it was their fault that he was alone and nothing would bring him peace other than their deaths. he reached out with his magic and started to track where they all were. he would wait until they were all together and then he would kill them. an insane smile spread across his face.

Ame half-jogged to keep up with Ansel. "Do we have a plan, or are we just headed into Endovier on a suicide mission with no well-defined idea of what we're doing?" she asked.
Silly was asking Rowan the exact same question. "Rowan, do we have a plan? We'll just get ourselves killed if we go in there without a plan."

"We are witches Ame, if we die we just bring ourselves back from the other side " Ansel smiled, then started channelling more dead witches(600) and she felt a tremendous amount of power entering her, And then smiled to Ame again " We use a boundary spell meaning they won't be able to harm us, we walk in, get Celaena then walk out again that simple"

All Rowan said was " Stealth."

Ame shifted uncomfortably. "Alright then." She wasn't entirely convinced that it would work, but she was willing to try it.
Silly rolled her eyes. "Oi, Rowan. "Stealth" is all well and good; what happens if we can't find Aery? Or if, heaven forbid, we get separated and one of us gets caught?"

Celaena felt something on her body then opened her eye to find she was being held down by four guards and a fifth one was looking into her eyes, she could feel something down below and then realised what was happening and immediately thrashed around trying to shake him off, she growled but was immediately punched and she gave up trying to get them off, she was being slowly rocked and a deep embarrassment fell over her, she embraced this.. Scene that was playing out on her and stared at the guard that was in/on her with the deepest hate, the slow movements got faster and more demanding, she begged the guard to go away but he wouldn't move and then she began to sob.

They dragged Aery back to the chain after they'd both had her fill with her. By that time she had cried so hard that she simply didn't have any tears left. They rechained her and left her, to regather their whips and distribute slices of bread before the next work-shift.
They skipped Aery again, laughing as she bowed her head and shivered. Again, Aiden tried to pass her a bite of bread; again he was whipped for it.
During the workshift, her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even lift the pickaxe, much less chip any salt out of the deposit she was working in. The guards teased her about being "a little sore, darling?" and laughed. The whip cracked down on her back again and again, ripping flesh out of it. She fell and the wounds pressed in the salt, stinging like fire.
By the end of the shift she could barely even stand, and it took both the overseers whips and Aiden holding her up from behind in order for her to climb up the tunnel to the spot where they were kept.
Still no food, but this time she got a couple of mouthfuls of water. The guards mercifully left her. But they also took the thin linen sheet that served as her only blanket.
Shivering, convinced she'd die of cold before morning, she curled into a ball, praying that Rowan and Silly would get there soon.
And there was no rest for her. An hour later a guard roughly grabbed her. She panicked, fearing another guard seeking "entertainment", only to go limp with shock when she saw Aiden being unclipped too. He looked at her, his eyes wide in panic.
They took them to another room carved out of the salt. Shackled Aiden to a red-stained block of salt on the floor. In a panic Aery knew that it was an executioner's block.
She was shackled to a wall where she would be forced to watch everything. The salt wall burned her back, but she didn't care. The male guard chuckled. "It is a dangerous thing to bring royalty into the salt mines, where their presence can create hope. And spreading rumors of their presence is even worse." The guard took Aery's pickaxe from the pile that was in here (she knew it was hers by the bloodstained handle from the abrasions on her palms) and raised it as if to hit Aiden in the back.
But he didn't bring it down. He chuckled. "Oh no, that would be too merciful. No, your beloved Aiden is going to suffer horribly. I myself favor a type of execution originally from the Western Wastes. The Blood Eagle. Perhaps you've heard of it." She had. "And what more fitting for an execution of someone in the league with The White Eagle than an eagle of red?"
Aery fought the urge to throw up as the ritual was carried out. She couldn't see for the red spots of hatred and terror and sadness in her vision, was desperately glad she couldn't hear Aiden screaming.
The ritual took two, three hours. Aiden was left dead, chained to the salt brick. Aery was taken back to the chain gang, shackled in place. The others in the gang were taken away one by one, and the increasingly bloody guards brought no one back.
They were all killed, to break Aery.
Well, consider her broken.

After being dragged to a room, Celaena was now in a room with other slaves and the guards threw her in to the room then left her alone, she had heard Ame's message but she didn't want to be saved, She had turned Aery into a weapon. The other slaves saw her and immediately rushed to drag her into their slave group but were waved off by Celaena's bloody hand which was badly skinned.

Ansel's copy was doing a good job, The Real Ansel walked to where Shadow was, She hadn't finished helping Shadow " Shadow, I'm here .. come out" She softly shouted to signify that she meant completely no harm to him whatsoever. She continued to look for Shadow all while shouting for him.