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's fires
Pink - Pain
Green - Healing
Violet - Illusion
Red - Fury
Yellow- Defense
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"No!" Kaye cried out as Colisinion knelt before the royal thrones. The dais and the ballroom were empty except for Colisinion and maybe a few other kneeling knights. Tears ran from Kaye's black eyes. Roiben frown in agony. His son had left to chase some girl who tried to kill him with a bizarre magic, of which even the most arcane of fey within his court had no knowledge of. Now his love was grieving the loss of her only child, the only one she could ever bear. A freak accident only a few years back caused Kaye to never be able to bear children unless she was willing to forfeit her life for theirs. That was a grievance Roiben wouldn't allow.
"Are you sure he called her 'his world'?" Roiben asked. Colisinion lifted his ashen face to his masters. His neon green eyes contrasted greatly with his grey skin and even more so with his bark toned hair.
"Yes, your majesty. I did not stop him, he seems intent on seizing her in the least literal sense," Colisinion responded. A shatter brought everyone's attention to the queen. Kaye was standing, however the large crystal goblet that had been at her side was in pieces on the floor. The silver liquid was slowly easing its way to the edge of the dais. Rage echoed through Kaye's eyes.
"I want every available knight, merchant, serving hand, every available fey to find my son! I want that damned pixie dead and her head served to me on a platter! I WANT MY SON BACK!" Kaye screamed at Colisinion. Roiben stood and rested a single hand on his love's shoulder. She turned to embrace him, rage and grief causing her to shake uncontrollably.
"Consider it done, my queen," Colisinion stated. He left the grieving king and queen on the dais to alert the entire court, both sides, of the order. The pixie and the prince would have to still be somewhere within the lands at this time. It should be no time before the queen's cries where that of joy instead of this heart wrenching sadness.
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"Ha ha! That fixed their goat!" Saraid yelled above the roaring wind to Cyric. The kelpie merely nodded. His hooves trod against the earth as they races through the forest, quickly escaping the faerie court. The trees flew past Saraid as a smile befell her face. Slowly, she released her grip on Cyric's mane to reach for the night sky in joy and excitement. Her indigo hair flew away from her, forever trying to grasp the air behind her. Upon exiting the palace, Saraid called upon the sixth sun of the night in its representing color, indigo. After a time, Saraid reached back into Cyric's mane and grasped the fine hairs. The trees seemed to laugh with her as she suddenly felt a separate presence following closely behind them. The presence was getting closer and closer. Saraid began to panic mildly.
"Hey, Cy! Someone is behind us!" Saraid yelled above the screaming wind. Saraid quickly snapped her fingers and indigo fires roared to life. Intricate designs wove their way over Cyric's dark emerald skin. They sped through the forest, leaving a trail of indigo fire in their wake. The fires lept to life among the darkened trees and blackened out the silvery moon. The night blackened considerable behind them. The presence was slowly falling behind. The indigo fires Saraid held her hands faded and the pair ran out of the Faerie Court borders.
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Saraid jumped from Cyric's back and landed gracefully on the ground. Small drifts of snow had began to fall. March winds still wished to bring snow and they did in New Jersey. Saraid ran to the large oak tree. She unleashed her glamour and jumped through the hole it bore. Cyric regained his human form and jumped behind Saraid. Fighter jumped off the couch and scuttled to Saraid. His weasel like body crawled up Saraid and he rested on Saraid's shoulder.
"Are you sure Fighter is a faerie? I've never seen him do one faerie like thing the entire time I've known you to own him," Cyric asked. Saraid glared at the red of Fighter's fur and snapped her fingers.
"Yes. Now just start destroying everything! Who ever was following us will pick up on my magic eventually and follow it here. I can not afford for anyone to find my father's library!" Saraid yelled. It was killing her, destroying everything that connected her to her father. She flicked her hand first towards the desk. Red flames ignited and devoured the wood. It began to crawl up the walls and across the floor. Cyric picked up a chair and smashed the wood against the burning rug. Saraid grabbed two legs and lit the tips. she walked past the burning book shelf into her room. Fighter growled as Saraid threw the fire onto her bed. Tears lept from her eyes in great pain. The red drained from her body and was replaced by pink. Saraid turned away from her room and walked into her father's grand library.
It was here that her clan had learned each of it abilities. Here that Silma had learned of the court's corruption. Here in this library that Saraid's mother had given birth to Sayer and Saraid. This was were Sayer had learned of divination. It was here, in this library, that Saraid had learned of the Death Fires and earned herself the title of Death Fire Pixie. This library connected her past to her present and Saraid threw the fire into its wall. Collapsing to her knees, Saraid let the pain and tears blur her vision as she watched the red flames devour and blacken her world. A singular book fell from the shelves, jumping from the wreckage. A mortal picture of a tall man and woman holding a grey little boy and a small girl, her hands blackened from learning her trade. The girl's pink hair and eyes glistened as flames engulfed the photo album. The image of her family burning seared into Saraid's retinas. It stayed there long after Cyric carried her and Fighter out of the burning home. It stayed there after Saraid fell unconcious onto the hotel bed. The image replayed in her dreams, the fire taking first her long lost mother, then her late father, her reclusive brother, and finally saving her pain for last. The image broke her heart and refused to heal it. Refused to heal her.
