Finding Calypso

Legends of the Sirens

~Calypso~

As soon as Alacard left I ran down the stairs, and Anora was there shaking. I wrap my hands around her and hug her tight. I look for James, but he is gone.

"Where is James?" I ask.

"They took him" Loralie says "He is apart of their coven. They had every right to take him."

I look at her so angry.

"Calypso, it had to be done. You're one of my girls. I couldn't let you go out there, challenge him, and die" Loralie puts her foot down.

"And Thank God, I did. Both you and Anora are alive and safe!"

She was right. I was still angry with her, but I believe Loralie acted to save me.

"Loralie never go against me again" I say, projecting authority over her. To my surprise, bows her head.

As the days past Anora refused to leave. I had to consider keeping her by my side. Sending her home to nothing weighed on me, and I began trying to figure out a way I can protect her from any beast that tries to hurt her. Since she is living in our world now.

We still hadn't heard from James and I had searched everywhere in the area. I suspect he is on the island. Or dead.

I decided to make a call. One I was dreading. A call home.

I needed to consult my Grammair. The phone rang once before the line picked up.

"Calypso" she answers.

"Yes, Grammair, it's me."

"Doing well, I hope? I'm sure your parents would love to hear from you." she says.

"I am doing well" I say, intentionally not responding to the mention of my adopted parents.

"So get it out. Why have you called? "

"I need some help. Anora is with me, and I need a way to protect her. Is there something I can do to make sure she won't get hurt? A rune or spell? "

There was a long pause before she answered.

"Are you sure that is what she wants?" she asks.

"What do you mean? Of course that is what she wants!"

"Hmm" my Gramair says.

"Why? What have you seen?" I demand from her.

"I think that is something you should ask Anora. It was good to hear from you Calypso." she pauses again "I love you" and then the line ends.

I look up and I see Loralie standing in my door way. I look back down to my phone, still a bit angry with her. She walks in. Heels echoing on the cement floor and gracefully sits on my creaky bed. I feel her projecting her sirens alluring ability. She wants me to look at her. Acknowledge her in some way. She puts her hand on my criss crossed knee. Her nails, long and perfectly polished.

"Loralie" I say, addressing her presence, my eyes, still down.

"Caly, let me tell you a little story."

Loralie and the Sirens have lived here off the shore of North America for thousands of years. They were born the day the earth came to life. Forever eternal. Forever beautiful. They would sing and dance for the natives in the waters at night. And by day, roam the waters with the beasts of the sea. A peaceful life, and a peaceful friendship they had with the men that walked the earth.

When one day a new kind of man arrived. Sailing across the sea from another land. The sirens were so excited for their arrival, and they would sweetly sing their songs guiding them to the shore. Leading them to places they could find refuge. Food, water, a place to lay their head, and start life new.

The men began to fall in love with the sirens. Swayed by their beauty they would walk into the waters hoping to catch the sight of one, touch one, kiss one. One by one, men would walk into their death. Taken by the ocean. The sea gave no mercy.

"We tried to save them all" Loralie said this with great sadness.

Not every life was spared. The men of the earth began to resent them. Hate them. Watching the sirens, night by night, bring in bodies from the ocean. Bodies of the ones they weren't able to save, and the men blamed the sirens for their deaths.

Eventually the men began to hunt the sirens. They fought as hard as theh could, but the men's weapons were beyond the sirens ability. They would spear the sirens, drag o

their writhing bodies to the beach, and burn them.

The Sirens screams would echo through the air and the waters. So piercing, so magical, and yet so deathly some men would commit suicide at the sound.

The sirens began to dwindle. Just a few dozen of them were left, and Loralie was left trying to find a way to protect them all. A way to save them. And eventually they all had to decide to stop singing.

Many years later, a man rowed out into their waters and began to sing. He sang a hypnotizing melody, one of the sirens melodies, and Loralie heard. She watched from a distance, but never approached. Then the next night he came again, and again. Repeating it for months on end.

All the sirens began to listen. They had missed the sound of their songs. The Siren's heads would pop out of the water around his small boat as he rowed, and he would sing to them.

One night, under a bright full moon he came, and sat silently, waiting. Loralie popped her head out of the water and watched. The only one of the sirens to reveal herself to him that night. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time when he finally asked

"What is your name?"

Loralie glared at him and went to swim away, and he called back

"Please, please don't leave" and began to sing.

This was a song Loralie had never heard, but it was about her.

"Underneath the waters. Magic you will find. It swims amongst the Ocean. Endless in time.

Its beauty will bestow you, with a gift of the Sea. Singing on the waters, just for you and me."

Loralie stayed and listened to his song. And when he finished, the man said

"My name is Victor, Victor Frankenstein."

Victor was the one who helped the sirens to safety. The sirens gave him the secrets of their magic, and he gave them his. He gave the sirens legs, so they could leave the waters and live ashore. Live somewhere they can sing again.

"Victor helped us, and I think he could help you and Anora." Loralie says as she finishes her story.