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Author's Note:

I hope you guys will like this rewrite of the fan fic! Let me know in the comments what you thought about it, and what characters from both universes should meet etc.

This chapter is a 3rd pov, but after this prologue all chapters will be in 1st person.

Anyways, happy reading :)

Prologue:

Prythian;

30 years after the War against Hybern

Present time is January 2032 year similar to Earth

Rhysand & Feyre's Home

"The inmates are acting strange, Rhys." said Cassian with his arms crossed as he and Azriel stood in the study. "They're...restless."

"Restless isn't how I would describe them," said Azriel's as his whips of shadows emitting from his body went utterly still. "Some are outright terrified as if they know someone or something is coming. The more ancient ones...they chant or sing."

The High Lord of Night slowly let go of the paperwork in his hands and glanced up. A puzzled expression formed on his face as he stared at his brothers. "Sing? You jest."

"We're serious." Cassian glanced at his brother nervously then back at Rhys. "Azriel asked one of the inmates. I-I think you should see for yourself."

The Illyrian brothers allowed their High Lord to see inside their minds:

Instantly, the High Lord was transported into the deep caverns of the prison. Rhysand remembered the last day he walked amongst its blackened corridors. It was the day he asked the Bone Carver for aid against Hybern. Most of the inmates were glad of the death god's demise against the cauldron. After all, no creature is more powerful than the Mother and her object that breathes life into this world. Rhysand stepped forward and peered inside of the cells. A horrible creature huddled in the corner of its cell. Its slippery, webbed hands were against its head as if to block the disarray of chaotic laughter and musical amusement which echoed from all corners of the prison.

"You there," Az said sharply, causing the creature to snap back into reality. "What is going on? Why do they-"

"Shhhhhh!" The creature hissed, running to the bars. "Do not interrupt their songs of worship, shadow master! For they will mark you for death!"

Cassian scuffed in the memory. "Nothing new. More than half of the inmates here would love to kill us. The other bastards will have to get in line."

Az threw a deadly glance, causing his brother to shut up. "Songs of Worship?" He said gently to the frightful creature. "What do you mean?"

"They sing to the ones who will free them from this ancient prison." The Creature replied. "They sing to the ones who shall free them from their chains. They sing to them and pledge their service and souls for they draw near.. Oooh…"

The creature turned away from the warriors and slowly walked back to the corner of the cell. "We're all going to die." It whispered to the wall. "Die. Die. Die. The Mother won't save us. The Dark Mother laughs, welcoming her kin home."

The memory ended there. Rhysand took a step back, carefully assessing the memory he had just seen.

"Beings who can break the prison?" Rhysand said with an eyebrow raised. "That's impossible."

"Why don't we ask Armen?" Az suggested. "Maybe she knows who they speak of."

"Interesting." The tiny fae said, brushing her short bob hair away from her face. "In all my years, I have never heard the prisoners being…rambunctious. Let alone talk about beings they describe. Perhaps, this creature misunderstood their words. They must have been singing about the Harp. They know of its existence and probably miss the damn thing."

"Months after we took that accursed thing from the prison, the inmates never stirred." Cassian said. "This-this is not about the Harp, Armen."

"Whatever it is," Az said in a soft whisper and gazed at each of them intensely. "We must prepare for the worst. We must be ready."

Rhysand sighed. "Don't we always?" He gave them all a faint smile. The attempts to make the conversation lighter worked a little, but the idea of the inmates knowing something frightened them.

"Should we alert the other courts?" Armen asked, wondering if she should inform Varien of the possible dangers.

"No, let's keep this quiet until we learn about the…" Rhysand tightened his jaw,"beings they speak of-"

The door of the office opened, and a little fae child with light brown hair and violet eyes dashed inside.

"Papa! Papa! You have to come quick!" She cried urgently. Her two pigtails bounced as she ran up to Rhysand and tugged on his jacket to follow her.

"Rhea, sweetheart, whatever is the matter?" The High Lord asked with worry on his face.

Feyre. He called down the mating bond, awaiting his wife's answer. Feyre.

"It's Ri Ri!" His daughter replied, "he fought a scary monster! He's covered in blood!"

Rhys. Come to the living room. Feyre's voice vibrated in his mind. Your son fought a Suriel.

With Rhea leading the way, the inner circle rushed into the living room where Feyre and a healer were tending to a young, fae male who lay on the couch, bleeding greatly on his legs to his arms. Two other young fae males stood in the corner of the room. One was Illyrian with long, dark brown hair and tan skin. His sharp and stormy grey eyes stared at the wounded prince, hoping he would be alright. He was muscular and taller than his companion who bore crimson red hair, a fair complexion, and light brown eyes. Next to him, the companion looked petite and lean.

"Orion." Rhysand said, walking to his son then looked at his nephews. " Caspian." He said to the young Illyrian than to his companion. "Darren. Boys, what the hell happened."

"Well, there we were wandering around the forests near the Spring court." Darren began but was cut off by Caspain's elbow to his chest.

"Shut it." Caspain growled as he gazed down at his little cousin with death glance.

Darren puffed up his chest, stared back, and yelled, "What! He asked!"

"It's my fault, father." Orion said between heavy breaths. "I-I just wanted to see if I could do it..like mother. To my surprise, I did, but the one I caught got angry at me."

"I had no other choice, Orion. You, on the other hand, have no business chasing those creatures in that part of the woods. I hope it told you something worthwhile." Feyre wiped the blood of her son's wound in frustration.

"It-it told me that danger is coming to our world." Orion said. He stared lazily at the ceiling as the healer began the stitches on my leg. "A war unlike any other."

"Danger? War?" Feyre said frantically which scared Rhea. Whipping her head around, Rhy explained everything Cassian and Azriel had reported in her mind. The two then linked minds with the others except for the young ones.

Caspain folded his arms. "Yes, act like we all don't know that you're having a conversation via telepathy." Caspain said in a huff.

"I hate it when they do that." Darren said, mimicking his cousin.

"Look," Orion said sharply, silencing the conversation amongst his parents and family members. "I don't know what's going on, but the Suriel told me we won't be alone in the coming war. It told me that..."

"It told you what." Rhysand said with a firm tone.

"It told me that my mate would save us all!" His son blurred out, hoping it would be the reassurance they needed.

When Orion saw his family stare at him with confusion and disbelief at his statement. He asked his parents to spare him from the lectures and let the healer do her job. Once he was alone, he closed his eyes, going over the conversation he had with the ancient creature. Its grotesque yet beautiful voice, rang in his head:

Your mate will be something the world has seen yet never seen before. Your mate will have unimaginable powers many will covet. Cherish her greatly, son of night. For a great evil approaches that seeks her to consume the world. If you do not find her, the war will be lost and chaos will reign forever.

"Will I be able to find her?" Orion whispered to the ceiling. "Or...will she find me?"