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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Saraid walked passed the court fey with her head held high. On her way to the court, Saraid had glamoured her hair into an elegant ponytail. A sliver of fear ran casually through her veins. It spiked and burned her heart, causing the hateful adrenaline to course after it in her heart. The faeries looked at her in bewilderment. These weren't her people nor did they want her to be theirs. A hatred so feirce for these people boiled within the pit of her stomach. They refused to be to close to her, they made room for her as she headed towards the dias where the king, queen, and prince sat. Her outfit granted her obscene looks and remarks, none of which made her wish to strike out. The look Weylin was giving her did however.
She stepped onto the dais, returning Weylin's glare with as much hate as she could bear without tempting the guards to kill her on the spot. Dry, dead roots hung above her head. Earth packed the walls and gave it an unfamiliar earthy scent. Her home in New Jersey smelled of water, moss, decay, and life. Here it smelled of clay, stone, and the dead that lay rotting above. There faeries here were dressed in earthy tones, less extravagant than the lighter half of the court would. The king and queen sat in large throwns, the king dressed in silver and queen in black ironside wear. Saraid expected a more accepting welcome from the changling queen, but she only received a look that rivaled with her son's. Saraid could see that Weylin's eyes where a mixture of his mother's and his father's eyes.
"Kneel, darkling," the king spoke. Growling, Saraid looked to Weylin's red eyes. Her's rotated and turned red, changing her hair, nails, clothing decal, and lips the same color.
"I kneel for no one, your majesty. Also, I am no darkling. I am a death fire pixie. If that is too much to speak, then do not bother to call on me at all," Saraid replied. Roiben growled, he was unaccustomed to insubordination.
"Then do not bother to return once you are escorted out," Roiben announced. Two knights, one in red and the other in green, appeared by Saraid's side. At that moment, Weylin stood.
"No need for that. Srrevin, Colisinion, leave her be. Come, death fire pixie, we have matter to attend," Weylin spoke. Saraid nodded and walked to the prince's side. It was then that Kaye stood.
"Weylin, what're you up to?" Kaye demanded of her son. Weylin only smirked, a trait he had picked up from the human school his parents had forced him to attend as a child.
"A woman of such character shouldn't be handled in front of those who might wish to take what she offers to me away," Weylin replied. Both Kaye and Roiben raised their eyebrows in shock. They assumed Saraid had struck their son's fancy.
"I'll expect an explanation in the morning Weylin," Roiben said. Weylin only chuckled and escorted Saraid to the palace.
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"You know something you shouldn't, pixie," Weylin said, He had her pinned up against his bed room wall. He had been followed by Colisinion, most likely upon his mother's orders. To make the discussion seem to be of a flirtatious nature, Weylin took Saraid to his room.
"I'll assume you brought me here to make it look like you want privacy to do what you will with me," Saraid replied. Weylin scowled and shoved away from her. A sadistic chuckle escaped Saraid's bright red lips. She hadn't once released the red from her system, she had to be prepared to protect herself from the prince in case he did wish to send her to an early grave with her secrets.
"Tell me you don't know what I think you do," Weylin hissed at her. Fear relapsed within his eyes. Saraid smiled once more. She sauntered haughtily to Weylin, it wasn't every day one had power over the royal family. Especially one so well liked as the Rye dynasty.
"Tell you what?" Saraid asked sweetly as she pressed herself against the prince. He stood still as stone, anger and fear boiling out of his body like a drug. It pushed her further and further, willing her to endanger herself, wanting her to kill any hopes the hated royalty had of winning. His hatred drug pushed her harder and harder until she jumped.
"Worse Weylin Rye?" With that, Weylin let out a horrific yell and threw her to the ground. Saraid could only gasp as she fell. Within moments, Weylin hovered above her, a dagger at her throat.
"Utter a sound and I'll kill you pixie. I refuse to be a slave to a worthless, nameless fey as my father was!" Weylin hissed. Saraid trembled in fear. All she needed was to cast a glance to the gold picture hanging on the prince's wall and that was it. Her eyes rotated and as the pain formed, Saraid snapped the fingers of her left hand. Before the prince could do anything, a bright gold fireball shot him away from Saraid. As the flame dispersed, Weylin spied Saraid in the corner. Her hand was outstretched in front of her, a look of pure hatred and disgust ravaging her now yellow eyes. Weylin was shocked, although the flame didn't appear to harm her, Saraid's dress was burnt and torn. A line of neon red slowly fell down the corner of Saraid's throat. Looking down at his dagger, Weylin saw the same neon red glistening the tip.
"What did you do?" Weylin asked, horror in his eyes. Saraid's glamour fell around her, fixing the dress and making it shorter. She knew she'd need the excess room to run.
"The species of Death Fire Pixie is that of a winged creature who controls the fires of the ten suns. Each sun is represented by a different color and different sensation. Yellow symbolizes defense of the third sun," Saraid calmly said. Weylin stood, cautious at first. The flame didn't hurt him, the fall however did. If Saraid wished to absolutely destroy him without ever touching him, she could.
"What is your name, pixie?" Weylin asked. Saraid smirked mirthlessly.
"I am called Saraid, born of Silma of the solitary fey," Saraid replied. Weylin recognized the name, that faerie had started a war with the kingdom when Weylin was only a boy. With Silma had been a divining faerie, most likely of the same family. He had foreseen the fall of the kingdom and the rise of a faerie with death in their eyes and life glowing from their hands and with that faerie's rise they would usher in a new era of peace or war with the human race. Once the prophecy had been made Silma sacrificed himself to protect the divining faerie who managed to escape to unclaimed lands. Saraid was Silma's daughter.
"Have you any connection to a divining faerie your father may have know?" Weylin asked. Saraid jumped to her feet and hissed. She snapped her fingers and yellow flames bound into existence.
"My father died protecting my brother, who escaped to raise me in my father's stead. Now, Worse Weylin Rye, repeat what you know of me and what I have said to nothing and no one!" Saraid yelled. Weylin paled, he didn't know who else could have heard what Saraid had just said. Her command was all binding and irreversible. A golden fire exploded from Saraid. The ornate oak door to the prince's quarters burst open and Saraid jumped out of the fire. Saraid ran down the hallway as Colisinion ran to Weylin's room, just as the fire died.
"Your majesty! Weylin! Come my friend, get up!" Colisinion yelled as he gently slapped the prince's face. Weylin coughed, he took a pretty good hit to the head as the fireball blasted him to the other side of the room.
"Weylin! Weylin, who was that? What happened?" Colisinion demanded. Weylin blinked and looked at his oldest friend. A smirk befell the prince's face.
"Step back, Colisinion," Weylin whispered. The knight clad in green nodded and took a step back. Weylin leaned forward and allowed his glamour hidden wings to burst from his back. They were tones of brown, grey and black, the edges frayed and seemingly flightless.
"She was no one, Colisinion. Yet she is my dreaded, accursed world for the time being. Alert my mother, I'm leaving the court to retrieve what is rightfully mine," Weylin spoke. With that the prince lept to his feet and ran down the hall in pursuit of the pixie to stole his everything.
