AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone here is the little summary for my Azriel and Eris fic. It might be a little over the place in terms of what books this series follows. Also there will be two other original characters that will appear in this. They will have their own books as well. Those other characters will be introduced at different points in time in this fanfic and their books will start at different points.
WORD COUNT: 823 (a little short but that's okay)
Circe Archeron was a beautiful, surprising gift bestowed to her parents. They had been blessed with her and even though her parents took the blessing in stride they sent her away. Circe was an interesting addition to the Archeron family of what was already created with her cousins Nesta, Elain, and Feyre. Circe’s unfortunate arrival came with a twist of fate when the Archeron’s lost their home and had to forgo a move to a smaller cabin in the woods not far off from the wall that separated them─humans─from the Fae.
As the struggles surrounded them Feyre and Circe formed a special bond, one that not even Nesta and Elain could understand. They relied more on each other than Nesta, Elain, and her Uncle. Nesta had always made it clear that she wasn’t welcomed, in a sense that didn’t involve any format of words. And Elain, well she never really spoke to Circe. But it didn’t matter because she always had Feyre by her side, until she didn’t. The cousins were thick as thieves and no one could tear them apart.
When they had moved into the cabin the Archeron girls shared one bed, one room. It was a tight fit but they made it work somehow. For some time Circe had been haunted by hazel and amber eyes, mixed with shadows, bat wings, and fire. When Feyre had been painting on their dresser she had asked if Feyre could paint the images of what she constantly saw in her dreams. If only she had known then just who and how important those mystery people would become to her.
Feyre and Circe risked their lives more and more to gather whatever food they could get their hands on. Then it struck, Circe had been out hunting with Feyre but the two had separated to see if they could find more food. Circe came up empty but Feyre had not. When the beast had come for her cousin she was sure that she’d at least get to see her but that never happened and things only changed for the worse. With the only person who understood her gone she didn’t know what to do anymore.
When they had moved into a new bigger home Circe found herself out in the woods a lot more than she would’ve liked. It became more of a home to her than the actual home. For some reason Circe never forgot where Feyre had gone, and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t forget. It was almost like whatever magic had been used wasn’t strong enough against her. Circe was determined to figure out why she was different from everyone else, why she had felt so different from the time she could walk.
She was determined to figure out not only why her parents had sent her away but what they were hiding from her. Circe knew something was hidden she could feel it everyday of every hour. So when she hadn’t been in the woods she would search whatever legends she could get her hands on. By that period of time Feyre had come home only to leave again. Circe cared to a certain extent but she had been so focused on figuring out what was wrong with her.
However one night she felt a rift when she had been searching through books she had found. Something had happened to Feyre and she could feel it. Why she could sense something like that she didn’t know, but she could feel it. After that night she had hoped to see Feyre come back and visit but she never came. Months had passed and there was no contact with Feyre. Circe now had a strained relationship with Nesta and Elain. No matter what any of them tried to do they just couldn’t talk to each other.
Circe didn’t know how to continue to talk to them, and Nesta had known now that Circe truly relied on Feyre more than she realized. They had relied on each other for so long and Circe didn’t have that support anymore. When Circe wasn’t out in the woods or studying whatever she could find, she was in her room refusing to eat with her cousins or refusing to spend time with them. Her life had taken a turn for the worse and she wasn’t sure it could get any worse but it did.
Her life seemed to change like a whirlpool when her cousin came back into her life. Only she was changed, Feyre had been Made into something Nesta, Elain, and Circe had been told to hate. But that’s not what Circe felt, not when she felt like she had finally figured out why she had been so different. They wanted her to know the truth, or at least what they had been able to find. When she discovered the truth everything made sense to her. But things were only now starting to change.
