Hi guys!

This is my first fanfiction on this site, so I'm new to it. Please give me a chance if I get anything wrong and get writers blog or something. I got the idea when I was browsing stories and had just finished reading the 13 Treasures series. So I decided to look it up. But there was no page for it. As you can probably guess, I decided to be the first! Enjoy and Review, please!

Thanks, Vicky xx

P.S. I would really recommend reading the 13 Treasures Series by Michelle Harrison to understand this better!

P.P.S. I'm also on Harry Potter Fanfiction, under the same user name (Diezal325), and would be really grateful if you checked those stories out as well!

P.P.P.S. (Last one I swear!) Anything you recognise is Michelle Harrison's and last time I checked I was not her!

Introduction- Rowan POV

So. My life has gone back to normal. Or as normal as it will ever be. It's been a full year since the 13 Secrets were uncovered, and now, Tino has recruited more people to make up for thise who we lost. The Sword, Goblet, Dagger, Light, Book and The Cup. I just hope he's made wiser decisions this time. Tanya is returning to Elvesden Manor tomorrow, in time for the meeting, on the 13th.

I make my way up the stairs to my room. When I go past Fabians' room, I ignore him, knowing he hasn't seen me, as his nose is stuck in some book. As soon as I get to my room, I do the routine check; salt along the windowsills, under the carpet by the door, a wreath of rowan in the fireplace, a horseshoe above my pillow and an iron dagger under my pillow.

Now, I can relax. None of the Coven have forgotton what happened last summer. 4 killed. 5 injured. The other 3 suffering from depression, or just lucky not to have been attacked. The 13th member? Well, Suki was working for an evil fairy called Eldritch who wanted us all dead. Me especially. I was on of the lucky ones, and I managed to get away with a few ripped tendons in my leg. In the end, Eldritch's plan backfired and he died instead of me.

I pull three-quarter jeans and a tshirt out of my cupboard and troop into the bathroom. The drain dweller slurps soap suds and hair, so I close the plug on it. When I've had my shower, I pull on the fresh clothes, then stretch the neck of my top down at the back, pulling my hair aside. The scar is still there, the burn imprint of a pair of wings at the top of my spine that Eldritch's friend, Snatcher, burnt me with his ring, on the night that my cousin was taken from the orphanage. The only thing is, that me being half-fey, I burnt him back, using my name and hair as a protection.

I let my hair go, and it falls down past my shoulders in a wave of red. That's my alias. Red. My friend, Sparrow, gave that name to me when we met on the streets two years ago. He's the one that introduced me to the Coven and Tino.

This is the story of what happened after that.