The Siren's Song (Feysand son x Rowaelin daughter) ✔️

Chapter 22

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise I do not own. 

Also the picture was drawn by LexaArts and its Rowan and Lyria (well actually Rowan and his daughter but we are going to pretend its Lyria hehe), aw I just find it so adorable. Right, great start to a battle scene.

She didn't know how long they had been fighting but they were losing. Five minutes into the battle they had figured out that swords were useless because the only two ways to kill the stone creatures was by magic or by stabbing it in the eyes, the only part that didn't appear to be stone. Within the first hour, Feyre and Helion had discovered that they were all puppets, controlled by a mass of magic that seemed to be bodiless which made it hard for them to sever the links. Cassian's formation had gone to shit an hour ago, as the magic wielders were forced to the front with the skilled fighters. 

Lyria swept low to the ground, picking up a rock and slashing her sword into the eyes of the warrior in front of her. It fell to its knees but she was already moving. She threw the rock at the head of a Stone Warrior who was standing over an Illyrian. It turned to her and the distraction was all the Illyrian needed for him to punch his dagger through its eyes. He nodded at her in thanks and launched off the ground, spreading his wings. Despite their promise to Cassian she had lost him a while back. She knew he was still alive though, she just knew. He had to be. 

A stone arm knocked her sword out of her hand and she swore and dodged the next strike. She thumbed free her dagger and thrust it to the Stone Warrior's eyes. It grabbed her wrist. She planted her foot and kicked the other one. FUCK! It was like kicking...well, stone. She grabbed its hand that held hers and twisted under it, using it like a dancing partner and spinner herself, before slamming its hand onto of its own head with the force. 

It go of her and she ran for her sword. Something hit the back of her head and she fell forward. She turned and held her hands up between the stone warrior and her. Her magic pulsed out of her unintentionally. The red in its eyes seemed to burn brighter in response. The Stone Warriors in the surrounding area stopped and turned towards her. The soldiers fighting them looked around in confusion. 

Lyria crawled backwards on the ground as the Stone Warriors started towards her, circling her. Ancient magic swirled around her, suffocating, squeezing magic out of her. No no no no. There was a flash and Casteel appeared before her. He held out a hand and she grabbed it. He winnowed them away. When they appeared on the boundary of camp Lyria bent over and threw up on the grass. She straightened coughing, blinked away the tears that had sprung up. 

"Are you OK?" 

"Fine." Lyria wiped her mouth with her sleeve. 

"Take me back out, I need to fight."

"No you don't. The Stone Warriors seem to want you for some reason so you are staying here."

"Casteel!"

"Lyria." 

"I need to do something!" 

"Help the healers then." Lyria was about to argue but saw the genuine fear in his eyes. 

"Alright." He sighed in relief and winnowed them to the healer's tent. She was handed a cup of water by a healer and she gratefully took. Lyria washed out the taste in her mouth and placed the empty cup on a table.

 There were so many wounded already. Screaming filled the tent and her eyes were drawn to a young man, who couldn't have been older than herself, being held down. A red stump was all that was left of his arm. The bed across from him had a woman with an deep gash on her stomach, blood gushing out. Blood, broken bones, death. Lyria held a hand on her mouth as vomit rose in her throat again. Someone grabbed her arm and led her out of the tent.