Long time no fanfic, but I spent the first two days of half term FINALLY getting to read Syren and the rest wondering what happened to Syrah. So here are my thoughts.
The story will contain minor violence, lurrve and other stuffs, just though I ought to warn. And of course Syren spoilers. The "duh" goes unsaid. Naturally, I do not own Syrah, the Castle, Julius Pike, make a list if you have nothing to do. And, completely off the topic, I dedicate this to .Miracle, who has just read Artemis Fowl and id convinced Juliet is actually Butler's illegitimate daughter. Okay...
Prologue
The mother
was dead, there was no question about that. Her pale green eyes were
glassy, her hands limp and cold as they clutched the unmoving
baby.
The Nurse shook her head at the watching man, and prised the
baby carefully from the arms of her mother. Instantly, the baby began
to wail feebly, her eyes opening in a flash. She was only about seven
weeks old, but already her amber eyes were flecked with
green.
"Alive", gasped the Nurse, almost dropping the baby in
shock. The little girl struggled weakly, disliking the stranger's
grip. Her lips, fingers and toes were tinged with the telltale colour
of the Blue Sicknesse, which had claimed the lives of a hundred
already, including her mother. But she was, unmistakeably, alive.
The
father bent down and kissed the young woman for the final time,
gently, closing her eyes. Then, without a word, her took his daughter
from the Nurse and swept from the room.
* * *
William Syara died five summers later. He had been suffering from the Blue Sicknesse on and off for over a year. The child was put into the Castle Involuntary Orphanage Asylum, a home for those with nowhere else to go. And there she would remain until seven years later, when everything Changed.