Note/I had this crazy idea (I still need to add several tags, be patient, I'm sleepy) a long time ago, and now I'm going to implement it, in a very different way.

Small details of the fic: I will and want to write about what happened before, with Suriel (in second person and being someone from our world) intruding much more than he should, and meeting other characters in the work personally. Like, the beginning of the war, Hybern recruiting the fae and cuts to his side, Clythia and Amanrantha, Mor and what happened to her, Rhysand, Gwyn and all. No, I will not write for their pov but for Suriel (in second person and person of our world) but, another detail, Suriel here can transform into other forms, female, male and others, and maybe I will bring a little romance ? Yes, probably.

About the warnings: Mentions of sexual violence, violence, sexual content? (I don't know, if there is it will probably be light and I'll let you know)

I don't know if I explained the idea of the fic well, but basically the suriel here will get in the middle of some moments, and scenes, and help or speak, in second person (because I think it gets even more interesting and can be more immersive that way ? No, it's not an x reader. It's second pov , okay?)

It's just a brief start, but what do you think?

English is not my first language, have mercy

The sensation of being spit on was not pleasant.

In one second you were cleaning horse dung off your boots and the next you were being sucked through your back and then flying through the dark air and then slamming your back onto a hard floor. And to top it all off, you were soaking wet.

But that wasn't all.

You felt... different.

That was an understatement.

You were panting and then sat up, the wet lashes being a real nuisance, which was one of the reasons why you didn't know how to swim, as you hated the burning and invading sensation of water in your eyes. It was uncomfortable, and you seemed more like a frog leaping in the water than someone trying to learn how to swim, no wonder your brother gave up trying to teach you, you left him with a black eye last time.

So you rubbed your eyes, only to furrow your brow when you felt them... much slimmer and pointier than usual. And your hair... wait, where was your hair? You touched your head and furrowed your brow deeply as you only felt your skull, not a single strand. Then you opened your eyes and widened them as you noticed your gray, veined skin, like that of a corpse, and your arms still had some muscle but were much thinner and bony, and then your clothes were no longer your clothes, they were a dark tunic with what appeared to be a cape behind. But that wasn't all, your entire body was leaner, taller, but not weaker. You felt ridiculously energetic, but no less frightened.

You looked from your hands to the surrounding place, your ears buzzing as a shiver ran down your spine when you noticed you were in some kind of ancient, dark gray room with a few doors and stairs going up on the side walls and nearly empty.

You said nearly because there were armored soldiers leaning against the walls on either side of a door, who comically widened their eyes at seeing you and one of them shouted, "Suriel!"

What? Where-

Time seemed to freeze for a moment as you, with ridiculously good and clear vision, from afar, saw your reflection in the brown eyes of that...

Faerie.

They were faeries.

You blink, the answer coming to your mind automatically, although you don't know where that thought came from.

The soldiers grip their spears and they tremble before you, their hearts... You hear them, as if the beats were right in your ears, and the faint light around them, not white light but dark purple, almost completely black.

_Fear_

They were afraid.

Of you.

"Summon General Amarantha!" Wait, Amarantha? You blink again, incredulous. Where have you heard that name before...

"Attack!" Another one shouts, and the soldiers, though trembling with fear - some turn to run, away - and a few - two, out of the more than twenty around the room - dare to run towards you.

For a moment, you fear, you think you'll be hurt, but you still rise, trembling and with your bony feet bare on the cold floor, you lift your face, hesitantly, to the soldiers. You're much taller, you realize, stronger, more... powerful.

The soldiers stop meters away when they see you standing up with expressions of equal terror and fear, looking into your eyes, white eyes, like the eyes of the dead, gray skin and a gaunt face, with thin, almost nonexistent lips, and a short, upturned nose. You are this, and you can feel the fear, see it in their eyes and in the aura around their bodies.

_Weak and fragile beings, whom you could easily kill_

You feel something within yourself, it's strange, it's... such a good sensation, as if you don't need to fear, as if you could do whatever you want, although a part of you says you should go, that you can't stay there...

One of the soldiers dares to attack you, and you, in the blink of an eye, are on the other side of the room.

You didn't think when you did it, you acted. Your intention was to move away, to not get hurt, and then your feet seem to act on their own, like the pure wind, strong and untamable, you move through the room, reappearing far behind the soldiers, and such a quick movement that they are stunned and thrown aside with strength, the aura around you changing to yellow as you breathe meters away from them.

Their hands tremble, and you can feel the fear emanating from their bodies. Adrenaline pulses through your veins as you watch their hesitant steps, their terrified expressions. You are something completely different, something beyond your comprehension.

Suriel.

You... it was impossible...

But you... You were.

You just run, turning around, the momentum from your feet causing a burst of air that you even feel and hear as the soldiers hit the ground. It was as if you were floating, your feet barely touching the ground after the jump. You stop, looking at the doors, you crashed into it as if it were nothing, it crumbled and you pause, now seeing a corridor with white walls in front of you and two more doors ahead. The fallen doors were in pieces around, a bit of dust still floating down.

You remain in the center of the room, panting and contemplating what you have become. A powerful faerian, a Suriel.

But one question remains: how did you become Suriel? Why did your body go through this mysterious transformation? The answers float in your mind, elusive and distant. Was it a dream? No, it was too real, all the sensations, all the things...

Then the door ahead opens, and out comes a woman, redhead and in armor, followed by several other guards, and you freeze. When the eyes of that woman - No, no. Female, faerie, high faerie

Amarantha.

Shit.