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
Lily held the hot cup of tea between her hands and gently blew on it as she walked towards Tieran's room. She walked past the doctor who had given him a quick check up and into the room. Tieran sat with his back against the headboard.
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He looked up as she entered and pulled his nose as he recognized the coppery liquid in her hands.
"Do I have to take that?" he asked, "Can't I take something else?"
"I formulated this medicinal tea to your specific Spirit Root. It probably tastes bitter because you're such a bitter person,"
"Can't I mix it with something to make it taste better?"
"No," she handed him the cup.
He took it and downed it in one go, "Ugh. This tastes like dirt and despair,"
"Are you complaining?"
"It's like liquid misery," he handed her the cup back.
Lily rolled her eyes with a small smile.
"My lord," they turned to see Kieran walk into the room, "I apologise for disturbing your rest, but I have news on the Elyrian forces," Lily took this as her cue and quickly stood and left. Kieran narrowed his eyes as he watched her leave, "Brother, who is that?"
"The fairy who's going to help us win the war,"
Kieran cocked his head to the side, "Fairy? You mean to say she's from Elyria?" Tieran raised his eyebrows to answer, yes. Kieran sighed, "Brother, I hate to be the one to remind you, but the last time you trusted a fairy, things ended badly for you, and I made a vow to our forefathers that I would never let such a thing happen again,"
"I already have one bodyguard, Kieran, I am not in need of another," Kieran sighed and scrunched his face. "What news did you have for me?" Tieran asked.
"They're sending someone to earth. The Elyrians,"
"Earth? Why?"
"There's a new prophecy," Kieran pulled a piece of parchment from his jacket and handed it to him. Tieran unfolded the parchment and read the words written within.
"Send Eiden and Dana to follow after their scout,"
Kieran nodded and left. Tieran looked over to his desk and with a grunt, tossed the bed covers aside and carefully climbed out of bed. He limped to the desk and sat in the cushioned seat. He picked a book from the shelf above his desk and opened the cover. A folded piece of parchment rested against the book's cover page. He took the parchment between his fingers. Its rough texture was coarse and uneven and had yellowed with time. Without opening it he placed it back in the book and leaned back in his chair.
Fate must be having a good laugh. Tieran tossed the new parchment onto his desk. He had tried so hard to stop the first prophecy. Sacrificed a great deal of himself to do so, only to have to do it all over again. He pinched the bridge of his nose. It seemed it was all for nothing now.
