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A Siren's Tale

Chapter One: "Caught in a Net"

The sun was blazing in the bright blue sky that was clear from any sight of white puffy clouds.

The slight breeze was that of warm summer kiss that tingled one's skin in utter delight. The city was described to be peaceful and rather sleepy, but it was one of the most popular sites due to its famous beach that had attracted many foreigners from all across the world to simply walk its stunning beaches.

People were riding their bikes down the paved sidewalk.

Families were all gathered out on the beaches barbecuing and enjoying the hot weather of July. Children were dipping their toes in the cold waves of the ocean that were splashing, unsure if they had wanted to go for a mere swim or walk the sandy beach.

Far off into the distance, a small yacht was sailing far off north from the shore, as if they had truly wanted to be alone from everyone.

A silent world in where he could drift back to the land of fantasy and the magical life he previously had with his beloved woman who had showered him and his daughter endlessly with her huge love she held for her small family. But his wife had mysteriously vanished one night. Over time, his wife had simply become no more than a mere lingering memory in the back of his mind—only existing in a fairytale book.

A brunet man's brown eyes had lingered down at the reflecting waves that shimmered under the rays of the golden sun, while immersing deeply in his own thoughts back on his lost memories of the seas.

He could vividly imagine a young siren with long curly red hair that had seashells and many unusual beads embedded into her thick hair, as her body moved smoothly beneath the glimmering waves. Her brilliant green scales glimmering as she swam passed him giving him a quick playful wink at Oritel who had defiantly captured the young siren's heart.

A frown tugged at his lips.

Pain had rippled through his chest in pure agony with each memory that would reel into his mind—an everlasting suffering.

Oritel had truly yearned for the ability to turn back time and prevent the night of the terrible accident from occurring.

It only hurt to think about her. Marion. The love of his life. His beloved wife and the mother of his daughter Daphne. The young beautiful redheaded siren who had rescued him from drowning in the ocean when he had been only fifteen-years-old-boy.

Her big emerald eyes Oritel had hopelessly fallen in love with, in which held big secrets just like the ocean itself that was filled with many undeniable hidden mystery.

Marion's gorgeous red-hair that glowed brightly under the scant of the moonlight during the darkest of nights. Oritel couldn't help but smile weakly at the old memories that was running through his mind, like movie scenes.

(Though it had made him cringe over the stupidest of things he'd done to simply impress Marion with).

Oritel's fruitless temptation at trying to impress the young siren every night with fascinating stories of the world above that she wasn't familiar with had rocked her world, as she buzzed him with several (unusual) questions. The human world, the world she's completely oblivious too had simply enraptured her heart's curiosity about the world she wanted to be apart of.

The way Marion would giggle so softly had melted his heart away.

It'd been about more than a decade ago since Oritel had lost her to an unknown fate on that night.

His life had fallen apart without Marion being there to share memories together and that of their only darling girl they had, Daphne Sparks, who was the light of Oritel's life.

Daphne, was what kept Oritel moving forward with his life without being completely hangover over Marion and simply throwing his life away. No. He had a daughter to protect from the world's cruelty. Be that as it may, Oritel had become an overprotective father to Daphne ever since—he couldn't withstand the loss of his only daughter he had—the last link he had left of her mother, Marion. And if Oritel had ever lost his only daughter, he wasn't what would become of himself.

"You know it's been a long time since you've been in this town Oritel? I'm only curious as to why you came back after all these years?" Erendor asked, as the man popped open a can of beer for himself and for Oritel.

Erendor plopped down on the plush couch besides his best-friend in which he hadn't seen in about sixteen years. Curiosity shinned in Erendor's eyes as he watched his friend gulp down the beer.

Oritel swallowed thickly before glancing back at Erendor, deeply pondering his friend's question.

They were officially going to think that Oritel had lost his bonkers. That his mental health was officially damaged by the terrible incident that claimed his wife's life as if the vividly images of that night had left an intense scar in his memories.

It was utterly clear that he had slowly became a delusional man over time who was still chasing after his long dead wife. But in all those years, Oritel had never believed that she had truly perished but something had happened to her, something tragic that made her unable to return back to him and Daphne. Home. Where Marion truly belonged.

"To find Marion. I know she's out there, somewhere, lost . . . "

Radius stopped dead in his tracks as the man side-glanced Teredor helplessly.

"Um. . . Oritel, take it from your best-friend here, but I don't think it's even possible that she's still alive."

Teredor gazed at Oritel as his olive green eyes were filled with utter empathy that even words were immeasurable to even describe. "Oritel I don't think it's wise of you to be opening up old memories of that night again. It won't do you any good."

The brunet man had let out a weary sigh. He very well knew that his friends wouldn't understand him, not even in the slightest. But he also knew that they didn't want to see him hurting over the woman he'd once loved.

It was as if some sort of magical spell had been casted upon Oritel that led him to return back to his former city—almost like a siren's sound (magic) that had clung onto him like a shadow that followed him to the ends of the worlds.

"I know, but I just can't help it. It's like I still feel her magical presence pulling me to her." Oritel admitted, his hands slightly shaky and his eyes were watery.


Deep beneath the clear blue waters, within the hidden cave that was filled with priceless objects that had fallen from the world above that naturally spiked the young teenage girl's curiosity of such items that she would immediately snatch and place into her yellow satchel. But at the very moment, the girl was out exploring the ends of the seas from her kingdom.

The redhead girl had swam to her heart's contentment, as the young sixteen-years-old siren had spotted something glimmering in the bottom depth of the ocean in the eternal darkness.

A smile appeared on her peachy lips.

"Bloom!"

Unluckily for the siren, Bloom heard her mother's voice calling out to her, as the girl slowed down her pace in order for her dear mother to catch up to her own daughter who was swimming rather rapidly.

"Yes Mum." Bloom smiled innocently, but of course her mother knew very well what her daughter was up too and that her girl had such fascination with human objects, collecting each artifact that she would find while exploring the ocean.

Marion swam up to her daughter, while the young woman placed her hands on the side of her curvaceous hips, her green eyes narrowing at Bloom.

Bloom's bright blue eyes had met Marion's vibrant eyes that weren't filled with excitement, but rather irritation had lingered in Marion's lovely features.

Her red hair was completely neatly braided as if not wanting to deal with her excessively long hair floating in her face, with seashells and many colorful beads embedded into her thick hair, revealing her pointy webbed ears. Bright yellow fading to the deepest shades of jade green scales were scattered around her mother's face, glistening.

Marion wore a dazzling lime-green seashells for a bra, despite the fact that it was entirely common for females to swim around topless, in which Bloom had preferred compared to the seashells that made her uncomfortable. But of course her mother had reprimanded her several times, informing her how unlady-like it was especially one coming out of royal bloodline.

The girl already had a feeling that was slowly creeping up in her chest, knowing that her mother was going to give out a full blown lecture due to her tendency of not obeying her orders for about a millionth time. But Bloom for her part, couldn't help but be intrigued by such objects that the young siren had to discover its origins.

"How many times do I have to remind you not to swim afar especially in the Northern shore Bloom? There's so many people there and they could see you Bloom! You can easily become fish bait!" Marion ranted to her daughter, who seemed utterly clueless about the dangers that laid on the surface world dwellers.

Over exaggeration isn't necessary, Mum. The sixteen-years-old siren had rolled her eyes. I know how to take care of myself, but you're too afraid to let me go alone. . .

"But we're not even close to the surface, Mum. We're in fact, several meters deep that they couldn't be able to reach anyways. Besides can you please stop treating me like a baby. I'm almost a legal adult. So would you please start treating me like one?"

Marion appeared to be taken aback from her daughter's words, though her expression had immediately soften as she swam closer to her only daughter. Her eyes traveling down to the large light-brown scar that was wrapped around Bloom's waist.

"Darling it isn't that I don't trust you or anything but. . . " a flash of hurt crossed Marion's face over simply gazing at her daughter's scar. Her heart had nearly missed a beating rhythm.

Bloom's once shimmering pale blue to the richest midnight blue scales had been torn off in a violent manner and it'd never grew back. No. It could never grow back again especially after all the attempts of healing Bloom's wounded flesh, nothing could grow back (and even some of the scales that remained were half-chipped and uneven).

The scar wrapped around Bloom's waist to her belly was a simple reminder of the terrible incident that happened to Bloom when she had been a five-years-old siren. Her daughter's heartbreaking cries had stained her memory for all eternity.

Marion shuddered at the mere memory of it.

She had nearly lost her beautiful girl that day.

Never again would she ever let her daughter out her eyesight again.

Bloom, her free spirited daughter had loved to roam to all parts of the deepened seas and to explore its hidden mysteries and Marion gladly joined her daughter on her adventures (simply to keep an eye on her at all times).

The young siren had seen her mother's gaze on her scar. Bloom instantly knew what her mother was thinking about as her mind reeled back to the dreadful day that even she herself could never forget.

"Mum." Bloom's voice tightened, snapping her mother back to reality. "I could handle myself you know."

The young siren had felt her mother's soft hands cupping her face, as Marion leaned in to kiss her child on her forehead lovingly. "I know that my love, and the fact that you make me the proudest mother in the world, but you know that I'll never allow you to slip from my sight, Bloom."

Bloom pouted, but her frown turned into a huge smile upon spotting her uncle off in the distance swimming to Marion and Bloom. The blond-haired merman had waved in the air—catching his little sister's and niece's attention directly at him, as he quickened his pace.

Bloom's blue eyes had lit up in pure joy upon seeing her favourite and only uncle she had as she fled her mother's side, moving her tail up and down in a frenzy manner (in which her mother might scold her later for) as excitement had surged through her blood.

"Uncle Alec!"

The blond-haired merman had his arms wide open, bracing himself from the impact of his niece Bloom who was swimming as if her life had depended on it. The redhead girl had flung herself in her uncle's warm hug that she loved. Marion smiled warmly upon seeing her older brother Crown Prince Alec of the Southern Seas (Domino).

"Hello Bloom! My beautiful niece, how was your morning?" Alec's green eyes were sparked with life and joy as he addressed his niece. He adored seeing the huge goofy grin on Bloom's face.

"It was speculator uncle! Me and Mum and were taking a nice early swim in the coral reef this morning. Haven't you visited it yet? It's blooming in all sorts of brilliant colours!" Bloom gushed, as she twirled herself, causing small amounts of bubbles to form.

"Hello Alec," Marion beamed, as the princess had hugged her brother.

"You look lovely sis."

"Oh uncle I want to show you something that I found on my way here!" Bloom chirped excited, as she dug through the yellow satchel, pulling our what appeared to be some sort of magnifying glass that allowed her to see tiny things in large size. The young siren wasn't sure what to call it or what it was exactly?

Alec glanced at the foreign object he held in his hands.

"It makes things bigger uncle," Bloom spoke, her eyes glued to the object quite fascinatingly.

"Ah, yes, Bloom this is a magnification glass that helps one to read documents."

"Really? How do you and Mum know all about these human things?" the young siren girl implied.

"Because your mother, like you, had always been compelled with such artifacts of the world above." Alec smiled, spotting the bright pink flush run across his little sister's face. "And so we had our own little adventures as you are very aware that your grandparents disapprove of your mother exploring alone."

From the corner of the young siren's blue eyes, her attention had been caught by something glistening at the very bottom depths of the ocean—almost like some sort of object twinkling in the dark.

Alec and Marion had exchanged glances already knowing what captured the girl's eyes. Bloom pointed downwards at the glistening object that was reflecting from the sun's light that seeped through the surface's blue waters.

"Something's down there, Mum. I'm going to take a quick look at it, alright?" Bloom pleaded to her mother and uncle who looked rather unsure of the idea of letting Bloom to swim down there where unpleasant creatures lurked.

"We'll follow you darling."

Bloom let out a defeated sigh, annoyed that her mother had to be with her at every step of the way. When is my Mum ever going to let me venture out on my own? It's utterly ridiculous and it's a wonder why I don't have much friends to go with. Not that I'll ever tell Mum the truth. As much as I love Mum, I do get really worried about her sometimes.

The young redhead siren's eyes had fluttered open as she had gasped in wonder.

Gently, she picked up the decent sized amulet that was slightly heavy weighted, as Bloom brushed off the thick greenish grime that coated the amulet. Although the dazzling jewelry had slipped a few times due to her webbed hands, as she picked it up from the chain.

Bloom observed the glittering jewelry.

The precious gemstone was crafted into a shape of a heart with many silver diamonds (in what Bloom had speculated to be) were wrapped all around the thin gold-sliver chain. Bloom could easily tell that it was once been adorned on a woman's neck before somehow falling into the ocean by mistake.

The simple amulet was stunning.

It had stolen Bloom's breath away, but the siren had squinted her eyes upon seeing a small carving within the sapphire (diamond) heart—studying it in details. But the girl couldn't exactly make out the words due to the dimmed sunlight that couldn't be able to reach the bottom floor of the ocean.

Unknowingly to the redhead girl who decided to sit on the sands of the ocean that there was a large net that blended in with the pale sand.

"It's so pretty," Bloom murmured more to herself, as she turned to see her mother and uncle swimming down to her but the siren had decided to kick her tail forcedly upwards to meet up with them.

"So what did you find down there, love?" Marion appeared to be as intrigued, as her daughter who presented her mother and uncle with the heart-shaped amulet.

"Well what do think of it?"

"It's stunning Bloom. The rich blue colour suits your vibrant eyes." Marion noted.

"But there's some kind of writing engraved into the crystal stone? I couldn't make out what's written on it," Bloom clarified to Alec who swam closer to Bloom.

"Let me see, sweetheart and please give me that magnification that you'd found. I could be able to read it for you." Alec told his niece who nodded affirmatively.

Alec lifted the amulet in his hand, while observing the precious diamond, spotting the engraved words. His emerald eyes had widened in pure astonishment. The merman hadn't see this amulet in several years not ever since that fateful night. He closed his eyes as old memories flooded his mind.

The diamond necklace had been a gift for his sister on her wedding night—it was Oritel's gift to Marion.

Oritel had cherished Marion with all of his heart.

The endless romantic poetry he used to perform in front of Marion in expressing his deep commitment and love he held for her. His sweet little sister had soon managed to fall in deep love with that man—Alec had been utterly thrilled to see his sister to find love in her life.

Marion had married the human man Oritel and she had wanted to remain on land (though she did visit him and their parents often in a small hidden cave that wasn't far off from the beach—but it was a place that hardly anyone would want to be in.

Alec had remembered the wonderful news that had brought utter joy to him and his parents when they had first met Daphne. She was such a golden, peaceful, child. So beautiful and yet delicate. Daphne Sparks. Alec frowned deeply. All those treasurable memories were long gone from Marion's mind. Erased as if it had never happened.

And what was worse: was that Marion was about three months pregnant when the night of accident happened and it was possible that Oritel hadn't known about his second child's existence, not even now. Nor the fact that Daphne would ever know that she had a younger sister. Oh, how much his heart had ached immensely for his older niece Daphne.

He hadn't see Oritel or Daphne in years and he had gone off to the lands plenty of time in search of them, but Alec could never find their location (even Oritel's friends had no idea where Oritel had gone off with Daphne, but by simply leaving a note say: goodbye). To Alec's understanding the note had meant one thing: Oritel had left the city with his daughter to never return again.

"So. . ." Bloom's soft voice had snapped Alec out of his thoughts—well the life his sister had before she had lost all of her previous memories that fateful night. "What does it say, uncle?"

He side-glanced his sister Marion who seemed to be staring at the amulet in recognization—if she had somehow remembered bits of her former life on the lands.

"It has your mother's name on it, along with a man's by the name of Oritel Sparks."

"It does seem familiar to me though," Marion finally uttered, as if a part of this necklace had brought up some old memories.

"Mum, you recognize this necklace? Oritel Sparks? Who is he? Is he a human man? Mum do you know him? What about you uncle? What do you possibly know?" It had excited Bloom to the point that she was sputtering out several questions that it made her mother feel at loss—almost a guilty like expression had formed on her face.

Marion's cheeks were positively bright red. The woman loathed the fact that she couldn't help her daughter with her wondrous questions that she had no insightful answers to.

"Bloom, enough with the questions for now, alright." Alec said sternly, trying to pipe down his niece from any further questions the young girl would press on.

"But—"

"No Bloom."

Bloom frowned brokenheartedly, though she could feel the tears prickling in her eyes. "It's just that I feel like you and Mum leave me out on so many things! You two practically leave me in the dark all the time and you know that I'm not exactly a child! I don't even know who's my father is!"

Alec felt for Bloom's heartache even though the girl would never express or admit her feelings to her family, well not in a way that would shatter her family's hearts—he could tell it was a bothersome and quite a sensitive topic for her. It always been ever since she'd been a young siren when she questioned Marion about her father.

Marion had avoided the topic of Bloom's father, as for she could not remember who had fathered her daughter and the woman knew that it was nearly impossible for any kind of woman to get pregnant without being intimate with a man.

(She couldn't even remembered if she had been married prior to the birth of her daughter Bloom).

Thus Marion had told her daughter of a tale of her father being the most magnificent and skilled merman warriors in the entire kingdom. He had virtually left them to protect his family and had ended up being killed in a fierce battle before he had the chance to know that his wife was pregnant.

Eventually as the years passed, Bloom had outgrew that childish story and simply believed it to be nothing more than a fictional fairytale of her father's existence. The young siren knew that there was more to it than what her family was letting her on about.

"Bloom! Please sweetheart wait for me. . ." Marion kicked her tail in order to catch up to her daughter.

The girl spun around to see her mother rapidly swimming up to her and Marion had pulled her child into a tight hug (a mother bear's hug in which Bloom called it in her mind).

Bloom had breathed in her mother's scent—it was of sweet lilies—holding onto her mother for her dear life. "I'm sorry Mum! I shouldn't have said that to you since you had lost your memories of my father. . ." tears had slid down her face.

Marion pulled away from Bloom and wiped the tears of her child's beautiful face.

"I'm so sorry Bloom that you have to endure growing up without your father."

"GIRLS! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" Alec hollered directly at them, swimming rapidly to Marion and Bloom, as the merman had grabbed both of their wrists trying to swim out of the trap that had been placed by the surface-worlders.

Marion and Bloom had lost all colouring on their faces as their bodies trembled in absolute fear. Bloom had clung to her uncle's side—terror had struck Bloom's heart as no words could cross her mind—she had literally froze in her place, unable to twitch a muscle or move her fins.

The siren had seen how fearful her mother was . . . almost as if she'd been in this particular situation from before that Bloom hadn't known about due to the way she tried to hide behind her brother.

The large fish net had reeled in the three sirens together—drawing them out of the water.


A man was dressed in a casual floral button up t-shirt with yellow shorts and brown sandals. Although the man had appeared to be somewhere in his mid-forties due to the graying in his light-brown hair and his bright grey eyes had stared at the three sirens. The three sirens that he and his wife had managed to capture after their many fruitless attempts in trying to lure them into their traps.

The woman stood next to her husband beaming proudly with their accomplishment. The woman was wearing a knee length dress that was appropriate for today's hot weather and flat sandals. Her ginger hair had fallen to the tips of her shoulders and she had appeared to be somewhere in her late thirties.

Timmy's parents had always been fascinated with the wonders of the oceans—the secretive mysteries that lied beneath the shimmering blue waves, the creatures the lived beneath the water and more importantly the urban myths of sea creatures such as sirens.

(And it was no secret that today they had decided to take such an opportunity—they were out far north in search of mythical creatures of the seas).

The husband and wife couldn't believe their eyes the moment they laid their eyes on the three sirens who were utterly petrified from the surface-worlders, the humans. The male siren appeared to be exceedingly furious—his green eyes shooting at the human couple like sharp daggers.

With so many years of exploring the seas for such mythical creatures, they had never in their life had managed to stumble across a siren that was until this very day—not only a siren, but three sirens. Two redhead females and a blond-haired male siren—throwing them deathly glares.

"Ellys, in all my life in exploring the seas. . . I never did truly (fully) believed that mythical creatures such as them had ever existed in reality! This is major news!" her light-brown-haired husband exclaimed in eagerness.

The ginger-haired woman speechless as her husband, as her hazel eyes were filled of wild excitement to her and her husband's greatest discovery of all time. They had discovered real sirens. Well, truth to be said, they had been tracking them for a few weeks, watching their every movement, and the routine of their daily life and so on in turn that had led the couple in capturing them in the fish net.

"I have to inform our friends about this discovery!" Edward kissed his wife on the lips lovingly before departing away to update his close knitted group of friends about his unexpected findings.

Bloom hadn't mumbled a single word.

The young siren girl had observed the two humans up close, a man and a woman who looked beyond ecstatic for their discovery. But at this very moment in time, Bloom felt as if she were trapped in a jar with no where to go. She had lost all of her spark of joy—feeling utterly dull.

She felt her uncle's hand tightening his grip on her waist and Marion's waist as her face bore to Bloom's. Her mother had grew completely silent, perhaps appearing more tensed than herself and Alec for some odd reason.

Marion had reached out to grab her daughter's hand, to provide her daughter with some reassurance of the dangerous situation they were in.

"Don't worry love. We'll escape out of here together, I promise you," Marion muttered quietly.

"But it'll be impossible with all the water in here," Alec stated, since they were locked in a small room, in which there was barely a single window.

Bloom glanced at her uncle and mother funnily. "What do you mean by that uncle?"

Marion shifted her gaze to her brother as worry shinned in her green eyes that matched her brother's anxiety as well. The two hadn't exactly told Bloom the special secret the three of them shared together.

"I think it's time we told her Marion. Bloom's growing up and there's no point in hiding this from her."

Marion agreed with her brother's words.

The young redhead was utterly baffled by such a scenario that simply couldn't even be possible.

She couldn't believe what her mother and uncle were telling her about her siren heritage only that she, her mother, and uncle had been highly gifted with. She could have human legs if she were completely dry for about a good chunk of twenty minutes or less (in which depends hot wet she was).

Bloom looked skeptic of the whole idea.

The three sirens heard the man and woman's voices.

"Did they believe us?" Ellys asked her husband, hope had filled her tone entirely.

"Of course they did, Ellys!" Edward shot back, a huge grin on his face.

"Where are we going to meet them at? This can't be done out in the open, not publicly, Edward?"

"Are the far end of the northern shore where the hidden cave is located at. It's the perfect place!"

"And before I forget, did you inform our son, Timmy of the situation?"

"I have."

"Good."

Bloom swallowed hard.

The girl was truly afraid of what they might do to her, to her beloved mother, and uncle. She couldn't imagine the horrors they might inflict upon them with all the testings or much worse, they might end up at some sort of museum to be put out in display tanks in order for people to witness the real live sirens.

Bloom leaned her head against her uncle's chest, as tears escaped her eyes. All she wanted to do right now was fall into sweet oblivion with nothing to worry about. No all she wanted at the moment was to go back home.