Author's Note: O.K. so eep this is one of my first fanfic for Iron Fey, kind of nervous, hope you guys like it. I'm such a huge fan of Iron Fey (Puck more specifically) Yeah I'm 120% team Puck, but I guess you can kind of tell that if you've seen my profile.
I probably should warn everyone, the prologues may be a bit misleading, this story isn't about Meghan and Puck, though they are in it. After the prologues the story switches gears to be told from their daughter, Lyla's point of view, and we see all the crazy trouble she gets into.
Almost forgot, disclaimer time; Well I do Not nor claim to own the rights to anything in the Iron Fey series, or the beginning of this prologue which mainly was derived from Summer's Crossing, as you'll find out I kind of tweaked the ending though. I do own my OCs Lyla, Flint and Sharde, and the plot after the prologues.
PS: I also don't own the song; Love The Way you Lie, by Rihanna.
(Oh, and just a heads up to anyone who's also been reading 'When Ocean and Storm Collide', please don't freak. I am not forsaking that story I promise, my computer got a virus that basically deleted access to all my word documents :( So it will take me a while to rewrite the chapter over again, but I'll have it up when I can.)
So thanks to everyone who clicked on this story, I hope you'll like it :). Please review and tell what you think, if it's any good or not.
(From Love the Way you Lie)
On the first page of our story, The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil, don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes.
But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind…
PROLOGUE PART 1;
With his back pressed up against the stony courtyard wall, a silent shaky breath escaped Puck as he eavesdropped on the two 'lovers' in the garden, Queen Titania, her arms wrapped around the supposed 'Sir Torin'.
"If you love my daughter, this could be your only chance to be with her in the end," Orberon's booming voice echoed in his head, "Otherwise, you will lose Meghan Chase to the very one who has sworn to kill you."
Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. Puck frowned, weighing his options; kill your former best friend who is also a shallow, cold hearted icy prince, and you win the girl you love. Or die sad and alone.
Scrubbing the hair out of his eyes, his shoulders stiffening with resolve, Puck took a deep breath before barging in on their little party.
The Summer queen was not happy, she didn't like that she'd been tricked and even worse the humiliation that Oberon's right hand lacky was the one to save her from making a huge mistake.
"Robin Goodfellow how dare you come here uninvited! Did my husband put you up to this?" she roared, tree branches creaking around them full of her anger.
"Now, now, you may want to reward me. I've just stopped you from making a highly embarrassing mistake, My Queen," Puck smirked ignoring the confused look on Ash's face, his dark brows narrowing in suspicion.
"The enemy, I'm afraid, has been right under your nose." As Puck spoke the wisps of glamour receded from the Winter prince, revealing his true form.
"Puck," Ash growled, "what are you doing!?"
Forcing his eyes to go utterly cold, a harsh look Unseelie fey would be proud of, Puck glared at the queen avoiding all eye contact with Ash, "There's your enemy, Queen Titania. Do with him what you will."
The Summer queen frowned, then a coy cat grin curled on her blood red lips, "Why the sudden change of heart? You were friends with the Winter Prince, were you not?"
Puck remained still as stone, refusing to give in to her goading.
An all knowing look crept upon her face, and Titania looked at Puck so intensely one wondered if she could see right through his thudding heart, "Aw, now it makes sense, Robin Goodfellow. You do have a bit of a nasty streak in you. I'm almost proud."
Puck crossed his arms and simply shrugged, "I didn't do it for you, I did it for Meghan. And because he fell in love with my princess. As I said before, do with him what you will."
Turning his back on both of them a whirlwind of shining glamour and feathers surrounded him as his now raven form fled into the night, heart wrenching with every wing flap, an unspoken whisper uttered to the wind, "I'm sorry, Ash."