A/N: I do not own Tithe, a Mrs. Holly Black does! These are just a few of my ideas I would put into a story if I got the chance!!
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Sonda Saraid Signa - Death Fire Pixie
*Kaye Rye - Pixie Changling - Queen
*Rath Roiben Rye - Elfen Knight - King
Worse Weylin Rye - Moth Winged Faerie - Prince
Silen Sayer Signa - Divining Faerie
Cyric - River Kelpie
* - Original Characters
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Her pink and black faerie wings fluttered slightly as Saraid slept soundly on her stomach. Her pitch black skin glistened as droplets of water fell from the roots that dangled from her ceiling. Saraid's hot pink hair was damp and clung to her face. Her blanket was moist and was tangled around her waist and legs, hopelessly soaked to Saraid's skin. A drop of water fell on the little furred faerie that lay on Saraid's mattress. It lifted it's small fox head and stared at the water droplets forming above it. The little faerie sneezed and quickly darted under the slack blanket and curled into a little ball before falling asleep. Without warning, a large droplet of water, which was twenty degrees colder than the others, fell on Saraid's face. Her abnormal pink and black eyes shot open. The cold threw her body into the waking world and Saraid sat up.
She turned her head at the sound of a chuckle in her room, her hot pink hair flying. In the corner by her door, Saraid spotted Cyric, a gleaming smile adorning his dark emerald skin. Saraid smirked and crawled off of her mattress to the dirt floor of her room. She touched a piece of cloth as her glamour spiraled invisibly around her. Soon a colorful hot pink and black dress adorned Saraid's body. Saraid stood and looked over the the man shaped kelpie.
"What're you doing in my room?" Saraid asked Cyric, gliding over to him. His white eyes glittered with mirth and happiness as he gingerly placed a strand of hair behind his ear.
"My river flooded last night. You're home happens to be in the woods in which it flooded," Cyric explained. Saraid nodded and marched out of the room, the little furry faerie manipulating the blankets into a warm, plush den on the mattress.
"No, since that one king assassinated the previous queen of the Unseelie lands, you've been free. This king doesn't demand your loyalty. What's the real reason you're here?" Saraid asked, climbing a ladder in the living room area of her home. Cyric followed close behind, glamour changing his skin from deep emerald to pasty white. Once Saraid reached the top of her home, the squealsh of drowned grass grated and drenched her black hands. She lifted herself up over the ledge, Cyric right behind her. Once the kelpie righted himself, Saraid used her glamour to turn her skin a pasty white and to hide her extraordinary eyes. Cyric frowned upon seeing her eyes now a boring brown replaced the magnificent pinks and was surrounded by a sea of white, not black.
"Really, I love your eyes. Why hide them?" Cyric asked as they headed towards the edges of the forest. Saraid snorted, the compliment sarcastic.
"Don't try to inveigle me. Sayer already told me of my near future last night. It involves ironside. That's where we're going, huh?" Saraid asked. Cyric nodded sardonically.
"My brother stole from me. I haven't seen him in nearly a century and didn't plan on it. He killed our mother," Cyric explained. Saraid looked at him quizzically.
"Kelpies can't die," Saraid stated. It was a known fact. They were ageless and impervious to all forms of death. The creature that defied God himself and got away with it.
"My mother was human," Cyric commented. Saraid nodded. Faerie blood always ran true and dominant. Unlike his brother, Cyric enjoyed his name his mother had given him and taken to her form. Cyric's brother remained nameless and kept their resentful father's shape of the water horse.
The forest gave way to open road. Off in the distance, both Saraid and Cyric could hear the rush of the Jersey Ocean crash against the shores of Manhattan. It was a pitiful existance for all faeries near the urban lands. Saraid nodded as she checked both sides of the road. Cyric ran across and jumped off the cliff to the water below. Saraid follow shortly after only to be nearly clipped by a motorcycle. A short scream escaped her lips and Cyric was once more up on the ledge, ready to assist her. The man fell off the motorcycle and the vehicle crashed against the metal railing lining the cliff.
"Dammit Saraid! You could've killed yourself!" Cyric yelled as the pixie scooted towards him. She fought to keep her glamour hiding her instead of lashing out at the man. The said specimen tore the helmet off and glared at the pair with glistening eyes similar to Saraid's own. Deep irises of blood red and fire surrounded by a sea of oil black. The only difference were the pupils. Instead of white, they were black.
"Worthless solitary fey! I could have been killed!" The faerie man yelled, long black hair cascading down his shoulder, elfen ears knifing through. Both Cyric and Saraid scowled and released their human glamour. Saraid's wings burst from her back and Cyric's teeth returned to the monstrous fangs. Neither had much taste for Faerie Prince Weylin, the brat offspring of the Rye dynasty.
"Excuse us, elf, but you're in our territory currently. You could scream, and no one would care. I could burn you with the fires of the ten suns and no one would aide you!" Saraid yelled, standing. Cyric bared his teeth in a ferocious smirk. The fey in these parts cared only for self and pleasure. A king or royalty ruined the self and controlled the pleasure.
"You're lucky I am not my parents, Pixie. Your head would be mine," Weylin shot back. Saraid growled, the earth reverberating. The Signa family was infamous for attacks on royalty and their mastery of forbidden powers. Saraid had mastered the Death Fires, earning her own species of Faerie. The Death Fires were the fires of the ten suns, each flame standing for each sun and its representation. Not that Prince Weylin would know what any of those were.
"No, Weylin, you're worse!" Saraid snapped back. At the sound of the last word, Weylin's skin crawled and his eyes glazed momentarily. Saraid stopped. She had said something and hit a physical response. Not a good one for the prince either. He recovered and glared at the pixie.
"You will attend the gathering at the palace tonight, pixie. We have matters to discuss," Weylin stated. His bike returned to him and his helmet to his hand. With that, the elfen prince rode off.
"Ok, either the parent comment really pissed him off or you struck his liking. I'm not sure either is preferable in your situation, Saraid," Cyric explained. Saraid merely smirked, knowing full well why Weylin wanted to see her. The thick glamour disguise returned to her flesh and Cyric followed suit.
"Let's head Ironside, shall we?" Saraid said, completely ignoring Cyric's comment. Worse Weylin Rye, Saraid thought sardonically. She knew the prince's full name.