Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Iron Fey Series characters and all rights and i deas go to the original author Julie Kagawa.

( as well: in the original series some of the canon characters were killed off, in this fanfic they are alive ( for now), so might have stayed dead, but for this fanfic i have edged aside from the canon plotline -sincerely lamentlima )

Chapter 1

" There is no such thing as coincidence, only the inevitable "

I land face first into the mud, hands spread out and nose buried in the stink of it. The sudden silence around me is alarming. I raise my head and blink; I was certainly not at my schools parking lot anymore. I grind my teeth as I move my aching limbs into a crouched position, braising my hands at both sides of my body to keep my balance. My head spins as I seem to realize what had just occurred and I feel my breath rush out in small gasps.

I was attacked, by a fucking fairy.

I could see them but I was better them my parents in acting as if those things didn't exist. Except Gremlins, they are kind of hard to ignore when they chew on your computer cables. They usually just scurry off when they notice my glare. Mom says I got it from Dad, but I once saw her angry, her face would go carefully void of emotion, her eyes would turn to steal and she didn't have to raise her voice to make it clear that she was full of rage. I'm pretty sure I inherited the "Death Glare" from her. Redcaps are pushovers but you get a few kicks in their privates and they run, usually swearing. Bogies are nuisance, and they don't bother you as long as you leave them alone. Pixies are like mosquitoes and I have to resist the urge to squish them as they buzz around me as I try to study. From experience, don't antagonize a pixie, their bite hurts.

I clutch my hands into fists. That fairy was different.

Definitely a Winter Sidhe, Maybe a noble. I couldn't really tell with the mask covering half his face. Hunting gear. A black horse with black eyes, steam drifting from its nostrils as it large hooves paced in place and a dog. I huge dog. A bloody bloodhound. Its teeth were rotting, and it fur was matted in red. I am pretty sure that's not even its fur's real color. It was probably dried blood.

I shudder as I gaze ahead blankly. The hunters eyes were dark in color and when I met his gaze a could see half a smile curl on his face ( I didn't see the other half because it was covered in a damn mask ). I feel sick. He sure has the phantom of the opera look going for him. When he aimed the crossbow at my chest I froze, all survival instincts just shut down. All the martial arts training, having my butt handed to me and Dad's lessons in fleeing from fairies, for nothing.

As I was frozen in place I was pushed aside by…. oh god Matt. I swing my head from side to side, but no. I'm completely alone.

And my brother was left alonewith the killer fairy.

My eyes prick as I stare ahead into the gloomy forest. Matt was always open minded about the fairies. He didn't mind walking around the park and talking to the driads. Dad didn't approve but Mom didn't mind as long as he took Razor with him. As open minded as he was Matt always followed Dad's ground Rules: 1) Don't go making deals of any kind with any fairy. 2) Never say thank you to a fairy because it will leave you in its debt (refer to rule number uno) and 3) Never fall in love with a fairy, especially winter princes. (Dad used to add that part as a joke, but after hearing about Aunt Meghan I'm not so sure).

I brace a hand on my hip to keep my legs from, unsuccessfully, shaking as I slowly stand up. I freeze as a maniacal laughter that resounds from the trees is cut out abruptly and the eerie silence returns to the forest. My chest fills with dread as I gaze toward the glum with a rising suspicion that I'm not in the human world anymore.

I close my eyes as I recall Matt's warning, his hand pushing me aside and me falling towards a tree. And then I fell headfirst into the mud. I swear as I start to move forward, keeping my breathing even and steps quiet but fast. From all the places for a Trod to be it had to be at the tree I was falling towards to.

"Coincidence", I hear Matt's voice in my head as I recall the disappearance and reappearance of Mom's presumed Dead dog, in healthy shape and younger than it was a few years back. Lucky was a happy canine as he trotted around the kitchen, pausing to grin his canine smile and lick my hand every so often. Mom smiled than at Matt and said with a cryptic smile, "There is no such thing as coincidence Matt, Now go help your father clean the study, I think Razor had a party when we were out last night".

Matt then went to help Dad with thundering steps, and I heard a shriek of alarm and I dull 'Thud!' come out of the room as he slipped on the broken glass. Dad's swears at the tiny gremlin were evident for hours after the incident.

I clutch my hand to my chest and breathe in deeply. I march determinedly into the forest, keeping my other senses keen. I couldn't trust my eyes in the Wyldwood.

The Wyldwood. The magical neutral territory in the Nevernever, where all kinds of Fey lived. All dangerous. All with a taste for human blood. Satyrs, Will-o-wisps, Kelpies you name it. This place has it all.

I feel a dull throb from my wrist and I pause and glance down, at the seemingly plain bracelet that encircles my hand in a weak handcuff. It was unremarkable in color, plain silver colored, with a few iron engraved swirls upon it giving it an effect of dark vines growing around it. I touch it and I feel a rush of energy through my body as I hear whispers resounding through the wood and rapid footfalls heading straight for me.

Higher ground.

I look around and clutch the low branch of a tree beside. I blink as it seems to bend itself toward me, making my climb easier as I use branch after branch as leverage to put as much as distance between me and the ground. I blink and the tree seems to have grown since I climbed it. I pull my knees toward me and stare silently at the path bellow, hidden slightly by the undergrowth. I blink and I can see more of the path now.

Shield me.

I blink and my bodies hidden by dark branches, only my eyes visible and I am able to see clearly the path bellow.

Quiet.

The tree seems to go still as I gaze bellow. The whispers start again as my bracelet grows warmer against my wrist. I dull heartbeat starts from far away and I soon recognize it as something else as the ground shakes with each thud. Hooves.

Bushes jump aside, and a tree stump beneath beside the path stands on two willowy legs and bolts into the wood, wide eyes obvious from it moss covered mushroom hat. My knuckles turn white as I clutch my knees to my chest, my heartbeat almost louder than the crash and thuds that resounds from the path below.

Three riders thunder into the path. Beside them, tongues lulling out of their foam covered maws ran pairs of hounds, smaller that the bloodhound that attacked me at school. They barked as they tried to keep up with the riders, jaws snapping at the fur covered hooves of the midnight colored steads. Two of the riders were black haired, the other wore his long silver hair in a band. Their pointed ears and cool faces were in contrast with their cruel smiles as they laughed and hollered, driving the hounds into frenzy. One Hound started to bark, stopping at the tree I perched on. Its eyes were crazy with bloodlust.

Wind.

The hound bolted forward, catching some other poor creatures scent and the riders followed as it barked madly and its companions answered with snarls. The riders leering laughter grew fainter and fainter as the dull of the steads hooves drew them farther into the wood. I felt my chest contract painfully as I gasped, flooding air into my lungs. Unintentionally in the past minutes I stopped my breath and now I doubled over as I sucked air greedily into my body.

I drew myself into a fatal position on the tree branch, eyes unfocused as I drew my hand across my eyelids. I stopped blinking as well while the winter hunters passed bellow and I felt like my eyes were burning.

"I'm guessing you were their pray, huh?", My eyes snapped open and I open my mouth to shriek with alarm when I hand slapped across my mouth from the fairy before me. The branch which was moments before occupied solely by me now held the weight of lanky sidhe. Bright Ginger hair was vibrant in the gloomy forest as he fixed me with Green eyed gaze. His smile was full of mischief as he gazed at me with a single reddish raised brow.

"Jeez, calm down will you? Or do you want to attract some other nasty critter that will gladly have you for a midnight snack?"

I shook my head vigorously, eyes wide as he continued to hold his hand across my mouth. Where the hell did he come from?!

"I was following idiot number one, two and three when I happen to see your lovely self on this tree branch perched like terror filled cait sith, and that is seldom to be seen in a few hundred years. ", he cooked his head as I gaped at him, a grin spread on his face. "If you were wondering".

I blinked and his grin spread even further. I felt my cheeks grow hot and glared at the offending sidhe, feeling a prickle of unease as he stared at me with vibrant green eyes. What was he going to do to me now? I remembered all the stories of unsuspecting humans caught in the grasps of fairies and I felt my heart quicken. I had the sudden urge to vomit.

"Hey hey, don't look at me like that. I 'aint gonna do anything to you, so please don't look at me as if I'm going to do anything uncanny to you", he leaned back with a frown, which was quickly replaced with a crooked smile as his hand came down from my mouth. I felt a chill creep over my now bare skin, seemingly empty without the warmth of his hand.

I blink at him with surprise and he winks, leaning back on his hunches as I stare at him. "So what's a lovely creature as yourself doing in the middle of Fairyland? I do hope you know where you are, right?". I bob my head to show that I know where I am and he raises a brow. I suddenly feel like an idiot.

"So…you came here on purpose? Following your long lost love that's immortal or were you dragged by a kelpie and managed to escape?", I wrinkle my nose at the first sentence and he laughs. "So I'm guessing you fell through a closet or something, pity it's not Narnia 'ey?".

I feel my mouth twitch, "Something like that".

"It speaks!", he exclaims and throws both hands into the air, jade eyes glinting and I feel a smile spread on my face before I can stop it. I raise a brow, and wipe my smile quickly as he grins at me and extends a hand, leaning his weight forward as I smell a hint of apple and cinnamon drift from the other.

I eye his hand suspiciously and he smiles even wider, "Names, Robin Goodfellow. But you can call me Puck".

hi guys! lamentlima here! So this is my first fanfiction that i ever wrote in english, and now that i reread it i have a few grammar mistakes ( that i will try to fix in the future ) And I mistakenly wrote it at the beginning in first person when i planned to write it in third person. Since this is my first fanfic i'm trying really hard to write it in a smooth in understanding way. But i believe i am not succeeding in that aspect. So as i write more i'l try to improve my vocabulary and try not to write in a rushed way.

PLEASE tell me how you think i can improve my writing or if you felt that something did not add up leave a review or message me on my tumblr: url lamentlima

p.s I want you guys to enjoy this story. The Iron fandom is small especially with the end of the series, but i want it to live for more content of our favorite characters.