THIS IS SEXYCELESTRIAN AND I DECIDED TO CREATE A STORY BASED OFF OF THE LITTLE MERMAID. BUT AS I WROTE ABOUT ATLANTIS IN THE BEGINNING I FOUND I COULDN'T STICK ON IT, SO I STARTED TO STRAY FROM MY ORIGINAL PLAN AND I CAME UP WITH THIS. AND THEN I THOUGHT, AND CAME UP WITH A BRILLIANT IDEA, SO THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS, MALE AND FEMALE, ARE SPECIAL. THEY ARE . . . . RELATED TO LYRA AND ZARA!!!! SURPRISE! THIS STORY IS ALSO CONNECTED WITH SIREN OF LOVE AND ZARA AND THE ALPHA! HOPE YOU ENJOY!
She sighed. Being a siren living in a huge lake, surrounded by forest, with nine other sirens and one sea witch was a simple life. The sirens had but two rules. Don't talk to or make any deals with the sea witch, and don't talk, sing, or show yourself to the werewolves that ran in the forest. Those two rules had kept the ten sirens alive, and had kept the werewolves ignorant of their existence.
Again, she sighed. She swam to the shore, not to close that she wouldn't be able to quickly get away if she heard or saw something, but close enough the tress still shaded her overhead. She stretched out and watched the animals scurry through the forest. She wished she had legs. It was a thought she never shared with the others. She knew they would be shocked and a little worried. She wasn't like the other sirens. She was adventurous and liked thrills. She didn't like being cooped up in a lake, surrounded by forest, no matter how big it was. She wanted legs so she could explore on land. It was a dream she had ever since she grew old enough that sitting on rocks and brushing her hair, decorating it with shiny rocks, pearls and jewelry, just wasn't enough to occupy her interest anymore. Sadly, it was a dream that could never come true.
She felt her eyes get watery as she watched a baby bird flap its wings, stumble over its little feet, and then fly for the first time. She wished she could fly away from her watery prison, away from the lake, into the forest. She wished she had legs to walk away from the lake with, so that she might live her dream and explore on land. Maybe even meet someone. Sirens were never lonely if they had other sirens to keep them company. There were no male sirens, only female. Her kind never found love. She felt tears slide down her face.
All of a sudden a rustle from a bush caught her attention, breaking her out of her thoughts. She held out her hand, expecting a small animal, but yanked it back when a naked woman, a little tall, tanned, and long dark haired, stepped out of the bushes. She backed up, alarmed, shock keeping her from spinning around and diving into deep water. The woman took a step closer and she back up some more, right up against a rock. She was trapped. The woman held out her hand.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you. I was running nearby and I saw you crying, and wanted to know why." She looked to be around the age of fourteen, just like her.
"My name is Saren, like sarah only with en on the end instead of ah." Saren said smiling.
She felt less scared now and more curious. She looked down shyly.
"My name is Eraina, like raina except with an e at the beginning."
She noticed Saren looking at her tail. Saren blinked and looked at Eraina, looking a little mystified, then smiling.
"Are you a mermaid." She asked. Eraina shook her head.
"No. I am a siren." Eraina looked at her curiously. She didn't smell like human, but, rather woodsy. Like all werewolves smelled.
"Are you a werewolf."
Saren smiled and nodded.
"Yes."
Eraina smiled. She no longer felt scared at all. She swam closer, all the way to the shore, and let Saren look at her tail. Saren said it was beautiful. She asked if she was the only one and Erain shook her head. She asked Saren if she could keep a secret. Saren nodded.
"You have to promise not to tell anyone about me, no one, not your family or friends, okay? Because sirens like peace and solitariness. But I have never had a friend before, and I like you. Okay?"
Saren smiled.
"Okay, I promise. I like you too. You're my friend now and I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
Eraina smiled.
"Okay." She told Saren all about her and the other nine sirens, living in the lake and having nothing to do but sing, comb, decorate, and mess with their hair. She told Saren about how the other sirens were okay with that, but she wasn't. She told her about how she was different and how she wanted something more than just that life. She told her about her wish to have legs. Then she told her about the sea witch.
"She is not like us. We sirens are peaceful, loving, gentle creatures. But the sea witch. She is evil, with twisted magic, and a rotten heart. She stays on one side of the lake and we the other. Her side is much like a swamp because of her twisted ways. We stay away from her and we never bother her, talk to her, and we especially don't make deals with her."
"Deals?" Saren asked, curious. Eriana nodded.
"Yes. She makes deals. If one of us wanted something, like a thinner body or longer hair, she would make a deal with that one and give her what she wanted in exchange for something of ours, like a lock of our hair, or our voice, or one of our scales. And sometimes, there are things you have to do in a certain amount of time to keep whatever you asked for. Sort of like a deal in a deal."
Saren's eyes widened.
"Oh. What happens if you don't complete the deal?" she asked.
Eraina leaned forward and whispered.
"Your soul is hers forever."
Saren's eyes widened.
"I see why one of your rules is to stay away from her. I wouldn't go near her either."
Eraina nodded her head. She looked up at the darkening sky.
