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

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Sarah J Maas owns everything you recognise. I own Lyria and the idea.

Picture is how I imagine Lyria.

Chapter 1 - Lyria

It had been five. fucking. months. Five months since she had been stuck in this stupid world with no way home. Five months since she had last seen her family. And she was pissed. 

Lyria kicked a rubbish bin over and screeched when her toe exploded in pain. Across the road, a mother led her child away frantically, staring at her with wide eyes. Lyria glared at her as she hopped around on one foot. She tested the injured toe on the ground. Stupid rubbish bin. Stupid people putting their stupid rubbish bin in the middle of the stupid street. Trying to maintain some form of dignity, she coughed and started towards the bar she had seen at the end of the road. The Dawn Court was full of people, all come to watch the competition in two weeks. She dodged a male holding a stack of chairs. Banners were being hung and bets were already being placed. The joyful atmosphere did nothing to improve Lyria's mood.Why was it even being held in the Dawn Court? Oh yeah so when someone got injured, there were plenty of healers around. 

This competition was going to be her way home. When she won it, she would meet the High Lord of the Night Court and he would get her home. Only she hadn't been accepted when she signed up-all the slots already full up. Ugh and she had spent all her money travelling to the Dawn Court where it was being hosted in case she had been picked. Whatever. She hadn't wanted to do it anyway. 

New plan then. Lyria came up with the best ideas when she was drunk, which was probably why they were so dangerous, so that was exactly what she decided to do. She pushed her way through the crowd at the bar and squeezed herself in a gap at the counter. She waved at the female behind the bar and ordered a whisky. Ten seconds later, she had her drink and no more money. The whiskey was too small to get her properly drunk. She scanned the bar and smiled at a cute male to her right, hoping he would buy her a drink. Instead, he gaped and backed away. She turned to look at herself in a glass. Her smile resembled a serial killer's. She stopped smiling and scowled. Right. Gotta work on that.

She slid out of her chair and walked to the door. Her way was blocked by a small male, about 5"7 so coming up to her neck.

"Are you Lyria?"

"Yep." He handed her a slip of paper. She didn't look at it. 

"Cane the Destroyer got ill and can no longer fight, you've got a place in the competition if you still want it." Cane the Destroyer? She almost laughed at the name. Then she realised what he had said. SHE WAS IN THE COMPETITION! YES! 

"Thank you. I will take part." On the outside she remained cool and calm but on the inside she was screaming. The man nodded and pointed at the piece of paper that she had to sign and offered her a quill. She signed her name in record time and the male disappeared into the crowd. 

She was going home! 

Lyria couldn't stop grinning as she strolled out the door and back to her apartment. Time to get training. Not that she needed it of course. 

Author's note:

First chapter is donnnnneeeeeee. I am currently writing another story about Fenrys and another OC which I will not abandon, I just thought of this idea and wanted to write it. 

Please tell me if you liked it, and if you want me to continue?!