“Sirens?” Kimorra gasped and the seer nodded. Kimorra couldn’t find the words to speak. The answer she got was certainly not what she was expecting. “I thought they were myths,” she thought aloud.
“Thought so too, but apparently they exist,” the old man answered her. 
“Then how come we haven’t heard or seen any of them?” Kimorra asked him.
“I am not supposed to tell you this but I will because your father is a very good friend of mine and it would be wicked of me to watch his only child suffer, but you must promise that you will handle this information wisely,” he said and she bopped her head almost immediately. 
“I will, I promise,” she assured him.
“The existence of sirens was long wiped from the memories of mankind because of a certain greedy king,” he started.
“Who?” Kimorra asked curiously.
“You know him. The ruler of Greake, King Edwardo,” the seer revealed and Kimorra was beyond shocked.
“My father-in-law? How is that possible?”
“I’ll tell you the story.”
22 Years Ago.
There was a terrible storm and the waves were coming in huge for them. Everyone ran around frantically, looking for something to hold on to, while the captains screamed orders at the men. With the way things were going, it was obvious they were going to sink.
With a loud splash, a giant tail flapped on the surface but no one saw what it was. Another splash came from the other side but once again, they could see nothing other than the huge tail. Everyone assumed it was a big fish until a force propelled their ship forward, ahead of the storm. 
 
Shock took over as the ship began speeding across the water. At first, they were anxious, but when the giant tail flapped once more, revealing itself on the surface, they panicked. 
“Cast the nets,” the captain ordered and they scampered from their positions. They had nothing to worry about since they were far ahead of the storm but they didn’t trust the creature. They believed it was either struggling to devour them along with the ship or leading them to bigger danger. 
So when they cast their nets in the sea, the intention was to save their lives until they captured the creature and pulled it out of the water. They froze as the creature struggled to free itself from the nets. 
It was larger and longer than a fish. For several seconds, no one dared to move an inch. It stopped moving and a melodious tune replaced the helpless cries. They approached it slowly, hypnotized by the melody. 
Just as they were about to free it, a sharp cry escaped it as a spear pierced through its side. The second captain ran over and stopped his teammates. They snapped out of the trance immediately.
“You idiots! What do you think about bringing a siren on board? Are you trying to get us killed?” he yelled at them. “Unless you want to end up as a feast to the fishes, go stuff your ears with wax,” he snapped at them.
“Ay, Captain.”
When they left, he took a squat and took out his knife. He cut the net open and the most beautiful set of almond eyes he’d ever seen met his. He gulped hard as her misty eyes begged him to let her go. His eyes trailed down her scaly skin. 
Pity rose within his heart.
“You saved us from the storm?” he asked, though he wasn’t expecting an answer. She nodded and surprise took over. She let out another painful cry and his eyes snapped to the spear he struck her with. 
“I’m sorry,” he apologized and reached for it. He pulled it out with minimal effort and just then the men returned.
“Captain,” they called, afraid that she might have taken control of him again. He turned with them and relief washed through them.
“She just saved us from a terrible storm. The least we can do is release her, at least to show our gratitude,” he said to them.
His fellow captain walked past him to the siren. He picked up something and turned, “Did you see this, Jack?”
Jack stared questionably at his co-captain before his eyes dropped to the pearls. A gasp fell from his lips. He glanced at the siren. “F-From her?”
“Exactly. You know how much these are worth in the market, don’t you?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Harold. She just saved our lives!” Jack argued and Harold rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be naive. Jack. we are grateful to it or her, whatever, but this is money we’re talking about here. Do you have any idea how much she can fetch us? His Highness has already promised a huge reward for whoever brings these creatures to him,” Harold told him.
“I am not comfortable with exploiting the one who saved us. Imagine she ignored us, we would all be dead by now. How would you enjoy this huge bounty then?” Jack remained adamant.
Harold groaned, frustrated by the man's stubbornness.
“Fine! We won’t use her for our personal gains. We will simply hand her over to the king to do as it pleases him, alright?” Harold bargained. 
“Captain!” The men screamed. “The siren!”
By the time both men turned, it was an incredibly beautiful woman, lying on the ground with the spear in her leg. Jack was confused at first, wondering where the siren went but Harold had seen similar scenarios.
“Where is the siren? Where did the girl come from? How does…” Harold placed a hand around his shoulder. 
“Calm down, alright? There is no need to panic, she is the siren. The water dried off her skin, that is why she shifted,” Harold explained but Jack still seemed lost. He didn’t understand what was happening.
Harold demanded a bowl and scooped some of the ocean water. He emptied it on her and right before them, she transformed. Their jaws hung open at the thrilling sight.
“Celebrate, boys. We’re officially rich!” Harold announced and they cheered.