Lord of the Night Fae, Tieran, has been trapped in a mountain for 70,000 years, until one day, fate brings a curious and innocent faerie, Lily, to set him free.... accidentally.
**WARNING**
Mentions of torture and blood
*None of the pictures belong to me. I got them from Pinterest for inspiration*
It had been 70 000 years since the tyranny of Lord Tieran had come to end. But it wasn't an easy win.
It was the time of the fifth Dreamseed Planting, when Lord Tieran, ruler of the Night Fae, had attacked Elyria to prevent the reincarnation of the Light Faerie, Elyna. Ashera, the queen of the Water Fae, had battled Tieran for hours. She held off as best she could as her people guarded the Whisperwood where the new Faerie would be born. But the Night Fae were strong. The Water Faeries were overpowered and the Whisperwood was destroyed. When all was dire and lost, Ashera used what was left of her Spirit Root and sealed Tieran into the very mountain where they fought. And there he remained, until fate got bored.
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"Lily?" Sirelle groaned as her head rolled back. She mumbled as her chest jumped with a hiccup.
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"Yes, Mistress?" Lily popped her short, curly, brown, bobbed head around the corner. She sighed as she noticed her Mistress's red cheeks and droopy eyes.
"More wine," Sirelle slurred and hiccupped again. Lily looked down and saw several empty wine pitchers surrounding her.
"I'm afraid you've drunk it all," she dared to say.
"Then go get more," she whined.
"Mistress, I don't think-"
"Exactly!" she interjected, "You don't think," she burped, "You also don't care," she sniffed and pouted, "Winnnneeeeee," she cried.
Lily sighed as she began picking up the empty pitchers, "You were supposed to teach me about the ethereal books today," Sirelle was the guardian of the Tree of Life.
She grabbed Lily's forearm with skew eyes, pointing a slender finger at her, "Listen, little flower faerie, the ethereal books are way out of your league," she hiccupped and let go, "The ethereal books contain all the foretellings of our people," she picked up the pitcher nearest her and turned it upside down, before looking back to her young apprentice, "You should stick to the mortal books,"
"But Mistress,"
"No buts," her eyes suddenly teared, "but more wine,"
"Sometimes I wonder who the adult is," Lily said as she placed the last empty pitcher on her tray.
