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

Chapter 29

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After falling for ages Lyria landed in a heap on the ground, it was surprisingly warm. 

"I think your crushing my spleen." Came Casteel's strained cry from underneath her. 

"Don't act like you know where your spleen is." She said standing up.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"Nice to see you too."

"I'm serious, Cas. If you get stuck here I'm going to feel so guilty, you'll never see your parents again and it'll be my fault." Casteel grabbed her hands and looked in her eyes. 

"It's my fault that I'm here, I didn't want to leave you. Your Mum will get me home, I know it." Lyria stared at her for a second before huffing and walking down the hill. Casteel grinned and padded after her. 

They were on the edge of a village, one she didn't recognise. 

"Where does your family live?"

"Not here." She waved at a older woman who was carried a basket of fruit. 

"Hello!"

"Well hello young lady."

"Could you tell me where I am?"

"Of course, my dear, you're in Hillcrest." Right, well she had no clue where that was.

"Is that near where you live?" Casteel asked and she frowned and shook her head.

"How far away am I from Orynth?" The woman looked at her weirdly.

"Where have you been? Orynth has been in ruins since it fell during the Tridal wars, forty years ago."

"The Tridal Wars?" 

"You haven't heard of them?" The lady looked suspicious of her so Lyria nodded.

"Of course I have, do you know where Queen Aelin is, or King Rowan?"

"You mean Aelin of the Wildfire?" Lyria sighed with relief.

"Yes, yes that's her." The lady frowned.

"Honey she died over a thousand years ago, so did Rowan. They are legends now."

"What? That's impossible!" Dread crept in from all corners. She was so close to seeing her family again. 

"What was here one thousand years ago?" She asked frantically and the lady offered a smile.

"Perranth." Lyria went pale.

"Something must have gone wrong, the portal must have brought us forward in time." Casteel swore next to her.

"No. No. No no no NO NO NO!" To her it had felt like two days since she had last talked to them, had it been four days. They had died thinking the portal hadn't worked and she was stranded, they had never seen her again.

They had died. They were gone. 

Casteel slipped his hand into hers and she squeezed it glad for the comfort, as her world started shattering. A homesick ache spread through her and it took all her effort not to burst into tears, she missed them so fucking much. She was so fucking done. She was blindly aware of Casteel leading her away, behind a building. 

"Perhaps the woman was lying, the Wyrdmarks were correct weren't they?" Of course, Lyria thought, they had done everything right, the woman probably didn't know what she was talking about.

"Yes they were."

She froze at the corner. There was a little indent in the rock and as she cleared away the dust she saw the marking her dad and her had carved together. It was a little stick figure drawing of Rowan and Aelin, with a tiny figure that was Lyria. Lorcan had been so pissed when he found out. Tears bubbled to the surface as she laughed at the memory, lip trembling. They were in the Throne room of Perranth, or what was left of it. And that's when it finally hit her.

They were too late. 

1000 years too late.

Author's note: 

Now starts Act 2! 

I might release the cast list with all the characters today or tomorrow, but I probably won't release a chapter for a week or so because I've got exams. 

Thanks for reading.