Prologue
A very long ways from here, a young girl is raised in a temple of monks. She is no ordinary girl, and she knows that. It's obvious from the blue, swirling tattoos that are a part of her arm and left side of her body.
After many years of this training and isolation, the child is growing older, and now more intelligent. She's started to build things that she wants that the monks wouldn't let her have; a comb, scraps of various guns clumsily welded and, in some cases, taped, together to create a crude pistol. Of course, the child had no use for such a weapon, but she wanted one anyways. She was told that she would be fighting evil forces, and that's why the child was to train.
Twenty-six years have passed since the blue-haired girl was left on the steps of the temple. It is almost her twenty-seventh birthday, even though the monks never let her celebrate, nor did they get her gifts. They said that it was something about controlling the amount of ego, but the child never listened. What was so wrong with celebrating another turn around a star? The child was growing up, and she was getting smarter. Stronger. Dangerous.
One morning, she woke from her bed made of straw and weaved grass as a cover. The twenty-six year old sat up, stretching herself out and getting ready for another day of training. She brought her legs to the side of the bed, for a moment just looking around the stone building. Something seemed different about this day. Wrong.
That didn't mean that she wouldn't be training, however. She picked up her makeshift comb from the crack in the wall where she hid it. She used it to straighten her almost sky blue hair off to the sides of her face, something that she'd been doing fro quite some time now. She simply liked the way that it kept her ears a little warmer. She didn't know how it looked, she'd never even seen a mirror before. The child had been deprived of so much that others around her had. The tattooed girl stood from her bed and put on her robe. It covered all of her body except for her head, which was sometimes covered by a hood. For now, though, she would walk with her blue hair shown. There were no monks nearby, which was one of the reasons why she was feeling like the day was odd.
The blue-haired woman walked to where the monks gathered to eat their usual bland breakfast, but none of the monks were there. "Hello?" she asked, looking around. She started to walk towards the front of the building, where she started to hear some commotion. Her pale eyes caught sight of a monk in his dark robe. She recognized the shape of his bald head and called his name. The monk hurried over, looking somewhat surprised to see her. "Ah, we've been looking for you," he said. "Come with me."
The monk led her to the front of the stone monastery, where their leader was waiting. Brother Sophis. He took notice of her, saying, "Today is a great day, Maya. Today, your training is finally put to use."
The Siren had noticed some people that were chained and forced to kneel on the stairs leading up to the huge gray stone building. "Who are these people?" she asked, worried for the answer.
"Terrorists. Criminals. Evil men. You will destroy them, as is your duty. This is what you have trained for!" he said, trying to convince her. These men did not look like they were bad men, as the monk said. They looked like townspeople. Scared townspeople.
"What?" she asked accusingly. "To execute unarmed men?"
"Do not question me, child! These men are a danger. Brother Harker, bring the fist sinner forward," Brother Sophis said.
"Yes, Brother Sophis." The monk called Harker moved one of the men forward.
"Oh god, not her - NOT HER!" the man yelled in fear.
The Siren turned her head to Brother Sophis, her eyes betraying the suspicion and hate that she was starting to feel. "What is this man guilty of?"
"Do not question—" Brother Sophis started, but he was cut off by the man saying something again.
"I promise - I'll pay! I'll get you your tithe, just don't let her near me!" he yelled, the fear very present in his voice.
"What?" the Siren asked disbelievingly. Was this what the monks had been training her for? This was nowhere near right.
"Do not listen child, execute him!" he said.
"Ah, to hell with it," the blue-haired woman said. Her blue Siren tattoos started to glow, a strange noise filling the air as Brother Sophis was lifted up into the air, unable to move much at all. This was Maya's ability that her Siren powers granted her.
"What are you doing, child? Put me DOWN!" he commanded.
"Twenty-seven years. For twenty-seven years you've been using me to keep these people frightened, haven't you?" she asked, not making any moves to let Brother Sophis down.
"You don't understand—" the monk started.
"SHUT UP! You didn't want me to protect this planet! You wanted me to keep it scared, keep me locked up so these people would do what you asked. Nobody's gonna disobey the Order if they've gotta face the wrath of a Siren - is that it!?" Maya yelled at him.
"You know nothing! Child, you have SO much left to learn! You—" Brother Sophis was cut off by the explosive sound of a bullet being fired.
"Don't. Call me. 'Child.' Everyone, get outta here! You have nothing to fear from the Order anymore - I'm leaving," she said, putting her makeshift pistol back into the pocket of her robe.
Brother Harker spoke cautiously. "But where will you go child - uhm, Maya?
"To Pandora. I'm gonna find some answers."