Keeper of The Lost Cities: Matchmaking

Chapter 22

 A/N: So this chapter is in Fitz's POV.

 Fitz stumbled into a small edge of a field, and he had no idea why he came here. The field had tall swaying grasses and beautiful yellow daisies.

"Hello,  I have been waiting for you." said a creepy voice behind him.

Fitz jumped and turned around slowly, gripping the hilt of his sword in case he had to pull itout and use it on the person.

Turns out, he did.

It was a siren.

Fitz pulled out the sword in one swift motion and sliced it through the air.

But right before it hit the siren's forehead, it stopped. Like, as though there was an invisible wall between them.

The siren chuckled and pushed the sword back toward Fitz, however Fitz resisted.

Until the siren said, "Oh Fitz, no need to use weapons against me. And you could never kill me even if there was no force field. So why don't we properly introduce ourselves."

Fitz raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to say something then stopped and changed it to something else, "How did you know my name?"

The siren laughed again then rasped, "Well, I've done more research than you think. Now, anyways, my name is Hryfghgujhbj."

Fitz blinked then erupted into giggles, "That's your name? Hahahahah, how do people not laugh when they meet you! Also, how do you even pronounce that anyway?"

Hryfghgujhbj sighed and then said, "Oh dear. That's not my name. Well, it is in Sireni--our language--but my real name is Aredhel."

"Oh ok phew, I thought I was going to have to address you like that every time I see you. But can I call you Gibberish actually?"

Aredhel muttered under his breath, "And this is why we don't recruit teenagers."

Fitz immediately became serious again, "Wait. Recruit? What's that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to join the sirens and help us."

Fitz stepped back and retorted, "To help you take over the Council? Or the Black Swan? Or what? Explain more please."

"Help us to kill the Council."

Fitz's face paled, "I- I can't do that, I'm not a murderer."

"But your family and the whole Elvin world thinks you are." Aredhel paused and continued. "They call you a murderer, and if you go back to them, they will make sure that you spend the rest of your life in Exile."

"How do you know?" Fitz hissed.

"I was spying on them," Aredhel admitted," and that is exactly what they said."

Fitz shook his head, that wasn't true, that couldn't have been, but... he knew that the Council, his parents and friends would do it if he was really dangerous to be around.

But he wasn't dangerous. Right?

"See," Aredhel said pulling out an orb shining with some odd greenish light.

"Look at this."

Fitz stepped closer and peered into the orb. He saw a scene play out and his father and mother said the exact same things that Aredhel had promised.

"So are you going to join?"

Fitz had to think for a while before saying, "Yes."

A/N: You guys are probably mad at me cause I did say he would never work for the sirens, but I forgot to say not on purpose. So that should give you clue of what I mean. If that doesn't make sense, then, the clue is "mind control." YUP! And, I know SEVERAL PEOPLE including, well, actually anyone who is reading this but mainly @DBsjsnsnz and @-danceismylife- willl TOTALLLLLY say, "Hey Councillor Oralie, GREAT CLIFFHANGER" or maybe, "Ahem. YOU PROMISED ME THAT FITZ WOULDN'T BE PART OF THE SIRENS. I'm mad. You have broken my heart." Or like, those are just examples, but like, ya. And also, if you haven't already, then I recommend checking out both @-danceismylife- 's and @DBsjsnsnz 's books! Thank you both for the comments and votes for this story, I really tremendously appreciate it! ANYWAYS, PEACE OUT! Also HAPPY DIWALI/DEEPAVALI TO ANYONE WHO CELEBRATES IT! And stay safe everyone! BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!