A Court of Fire and Lies

The Suriel

The Suriel. 

It's eyes matching darkness, a glint illuminating its scars from the moon.

It was as if seeing a memory, for the first time. 

A day to remember and a night to last centuries. 

I feel it's soft breeze, eyes glazed over and a sense of shadows dragged with it.

I remember you. 

My mouth goes dry as I wonder what this means, my hands quiver from its stare. 

Each time I had to catch the Suriel myself.

A wolf to a lamb.

That's what I was. 

My lips chapped and a weakness filling me as if I might collapse in the snow. 

Somehow I touched its darkness, it looked me over again. As if realizing what I am. 

A High Lady. 

And so I decide to speak, I'm not a coward and have to know. 

Why it came.

"I thought I was meant to catch you, not the other way around." I say feeling for my waist, but no weapon lies there. 

Nothing but a pocket, still a reflex from the Night Court where I was allowed to hold a weapon. 

Everywhere else I am not good enough, I'm just the supposed mate to the High Lord of the Spring Court. 

I narrow my eyes at it, silence was never something the Suriel held. 

No matter how many times we meet I don't think I'll ever feel safe. 

Not until I can control everything. 

I almost see it smile at me, as if I give it a rise. 

A rush. 

Human turned Fae. 

It's lips part with, "Yes, and it was quite hard to get you alone. I've been here for a week already."

"So tell me, what do you want of me?" I say, arms crossed and legs spread as if ready to run if caught. 

"I don't want anything from you, I thought you might want something from me." It says, eyes flashing as if it knows I have to know. 

I must know. 

"You, why? What do I need of your assistance. If I need you I would have hunted you down as I have before."

"I know, you seem to always catch your prey, but I come of use to you."

"For what." I hiss leaning forward, it's scent a shadow of something forgotten as if it wasn't even real.

"Well, if you don't want anything I guess you don't want to know what Jurian has in store for you." It's licks it lips and I shudder at the motion. 

So human. 

Fae almost, but far from graceful. 

And then his names sounds as an echo in my mind over and over again.

Jurian.

Jurian.

Jurian.

To see him dead would be a risk I'd take in a heartbeat.

Curiosity slithered around me.

And I don't resist.

"What do you know." I say, clouds shielding the moon and the Suriel disappears.