I own the OCs and story line, nothing else! The rest is owned by Holly Black and Casandra Clare!

Sorry for being away so long, I just didn't feel like updating.

Oh, found a name for my main character, Freya. Those of you who have read COFA might get why.


Freya POV

Deep in thought, I barely heard the footsteps behind me.


"What are you doing!? Back so late, you could have been carried off! And after all our efforts to make tonight special!"

Great. Now I have to face a span of hell.

"Yes mother. I was just getting a drink, do you want some?" As always she ignored that part. We'd already had that fight. "And I know I would have been carried off, I just don't have a problem with it."

She gasped. Being carried off by the Unseelie was considered equal to being burned alive. Which was probably what would happen to you anyway. "Agh! Don't say such things girl! If someone heard you-"

"Yea yea, I'd be brought before Silarial. I know."

"You obviously don't, or you wouldn't say things like that. But now to the topic that I wanted to talk about. There's a dance tonight."

At this I sighed. My mother always got joyful over the most absurd things. "Uh, mom, in case you haven't noticed , there's a dance almost every night."

"She smiled at my comment, even though it was filled with disdain. Odd.

"Oh daarrling, those are nothing compared to tonight!" her bell like voice had too much joy for me, I felt like being very un-fey like and throwing up my insides. She wasn't finished. "Freya, I got you a new dress. Relax," she said at my protest. "It's perfectly suitable, no pink or bright colors, just simple things. Besides you don't have much of a choice." Now her smile turned a little sower.

"Why is that?"

"The Unseelie court is coming."

At that, my vision shattered. The. . .Unseelie. . .Court. This could only mean one thing, and that was bad.

"They're going to stop it." my voice was barely heard by me.

"What dear?"

I didn't answer out loud. 'The queens. They're going to stop the war. And I'll be discovered.'


To anyone else, this was great news. But I knew what threat lay under it. The humans were noticing my murder streak, and the Queens were tired of it. My time for carelessness was up, and if discovered, my life.


. . .

It took a while after that to gather myself. If my life was in danger, then how far exactly was I willing to go to save it? My parents could of course be killed. No problem there. But what of the other fey? I wouldn't be able to get close to either of the Queens, but they didn't matter. Not now anyway.

Then again, there was a second option. I could go on withdrawal from my highs, which would most likely result in me loosing any amount of sanity I had left.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to see people from the Dark court?" She was still there.

"I did, but I happen to have some form of self respect. I couldn't say the same for you."

"Freya! Not tonight!" Mom of course meant that I was supposed to be "civilized". Gross.

"Fine."

"Great! Now come look at your dress."

The dress itself wasn't that bad. It fitted to my curved form perfectly, but wasn't so tight as to give everything away. I was not a whore.
It had short flowing skirts with small slashes in the purple silk to reveal black spider's lace. The sleeves started just below my shoulder, and continued down to my wrist, where it pointed.

The thing may have been purple and black, but I secretly hoped that by the end of the night it would be more red then anything else. hat plus two crowned heads on pikes would appease the voices. Maybe.


The fey were lined along the Great Path like icing when we got there. It was the biggest, most beautiful, and only official way between the Bright and Dark Courts. On the edges were daffodil, dogwood, thorn, poison apple, and many other plants from either side, but I didn't have time to admire them, because soon, the flutes sounded.

These were magical flutes, with sound so clear and melodious that even Odysseus and his crew couldn't resist them. Clear as they sounded though, if a mundane or even Angel's child heard them, they would die screaming when the song finished. Screaming of longing.

That song meant that the Unseelie had entered our lands, and would soon be here. Hopefully to start a battle. Amazing fairy's with clothes of silk, plants, animals, and even skins. Grisly ghouls, goblins, silkies, and other dark creatures followed them with slouches and stumbles, possibly jealous of the fey's gliding walk.

But the most beautiful and gastly was Nicnevin. Her dress was blood red silk, flowing with elegant openings revealing night thistle petals. I bet that even some of the flowers sewn in were screaming of pain still. Her red curls were piled on her head in a loose chignon, but some of it was free and rippling down her back. Green-black eyes glowed, and the queen's nails were black and reflecting the full moon.

They walked slowly up the path, the dark creatures scowling at us, but the faeries calmly ignored everything. Surprisingly though, their ruler looked venemous and a lot like me for a minute.

Silarial had arrived.


Okay, yes this chapter has been edited and added too. But the rest of this story won't be updated until it get's at least 3 reviews, so if you really want more murder and blood, plus the promised romance, then you have to give feedback.

Bye!

Oh, and for people who want me to update my other Cassie Clare stuff, that'll be done around the weekend because this weekend is my birthday and I want to spend it writing. Just not the 16th, because that's my actual birthday.

So yea. And if you have a birthday coming up, or it's the same day as mine PLEASE TELL ME AND I'LL PERSONALLY PM YOU ABOUT IT! PROMISE!