The Pale Woman's Song

Danger

Kako's voice stirred Feyre from her lazy nap, the lights dim and casting eery shadows through the room. "We're approaching the gates to Lemuria". Feyre groggily shuffled out of the pool, struggling to pull herself into the tank.

That was how Fontane found her, head submerged and upside down, with her tail dangling restlessly out of the water. She helped in carefully flipping her over so that she was back to comfortably sitting in the tank as she was carted towards the bridge.

When they arrived, Everyone else was already there. Ant stood with his hands pressed against the glass, gazing, enchanted, out at a deep tear in the seafloor. A shiver ran up Feyre's spine as she realised which way the Necktons had gone.

Kaiko piloted the ship carefully down into the ravine as Fontane rushed over to another console, after engaging the brakes on the cart. Finn leaned over her shoulder, clutching her chair as he gazed at what looked like a sonar radar.

Feyre clasped the side of the tank, scratching cracks into the glass as she watched the looming gate fill the windows. "This was a mistake", she growled out. "Why did we come this way"

"Feyre". Will jumped, "Do you mean to say that there are other ways into Lemuria?"

All attention was on her now, and she glared at the stone wall. "Of course. How do you think I got out. This just happens to be the biggest way in".

"And also the only way my dad would come. It's a giant wall just screaming 'Hey. Hey. There's treasure here. Come look'". Finn waved his arms around wildly to prove his point, eyes wide. "'I'm a big, cool, thingy. But there's probably treasure here somewhere'"

"I think we get it", Fontane struggled to suppress her laughter as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "But thanks for...whatever that was"

Finn laughed nervously as he lightly rubbed the back of his neck, watching Fontane as she navigated her console.

Feyre turned back to the windows, watching the gate suspiciously. Where where the guards? The telltale flash of an ebony knife? the tremor in the water of the soldiers readying to defend their people?

As if hearing her question, an inky shadow flashed through the sea to her side, and she spun to face it with the speed of a predator.

A laugh danced through the salt. Soft and haunting. Another at her left. they were being surrounded.

instinct told her to look up, and she saw the flash of a maw filled with razor teeth and inky scales, then it was gone.

"Feyre?", all eyes were on her as she released a guttural growl, lips peeling back to bare wicked canines as her nails scratched the glass, scales seaming to flare in retaliation to the threat they could not identify.

"Is something wrong?". Oh, something was terribly wrong. But she couldn't look into the swirling brown of ants eyes and tell him that they were probably going to die if she didn't think fast.

Unfortunately, fate had other ideas.

"Uh", Finn latched on to the nearest thing, being the back of Fontane's chair, with her still in it; and pointed a look at the front windows.

Where a siren floated, eyes bright with fury and an angler-toothed sword in his grip. She needed to think of something fast.

To his right, another emerged from the deep, and his left...

Oh...

"Oceani, ego gratias ago tibi"