"Oh shit; not again!" You yell to yourself, while running down the stairs of your apartment; luggage in hand. This was the second and last time that you were going to miss youur flight. It was a week ago that you had been accepted to go abroad, as sort of an exchange student in another country. To you it seemed as though, this would be he perfect opportunity to get away, and explore a new city. Even if it were only for a year; it was surely something that would open your eyes up to the world around.
Coming from Italy and going to Japan was quite the transaction for you. Never before had you went such a far distance, to another place. But to you, this seemed to be worth it. Just knowing that this year couldd be the start of either something great, or terrible made you tremble in delight.
These thoughts seemed to cloud your mind as you boarded your flight; so much anticipation flowing through your veins. So you seemingly did not take notice that you had found your way onto the seat that you had took, nor the person whom sat next to you.
"Excuse me miss, but could you do me a favor?" A voice seemed to come from no where; pulling you out of your dream world.
"Oh, I'm sorry. What was it that you wanted?" You gave a smile to the women who had stood in front of your form with her daughter, or so you presumed to be; by her side.
She gave you a small smile, which seemed that she was a bit worried about someone or something. "My daughter here is on her way to Japan to see her father, and it seems that I have been plagued with some very important business to attend to. So I was wondering. . . ."
"Sure, I would be glad to watch her during this flight."
She gave a sigh, seeming to release her worry. "Thank you so very much. If there is any way in which I might be able to repay you, just call me." She gave you a single card with an address and phone number in the center. You knew that this had to be the address of her company and cell number, fore the number was not that of any within the city limits.
As you took another glance at the child, it seemed that she would be around the age of six or seven; maybe even eight. Her face showed that of worry and hazel eyes full of fright. It was obvious that she had never actually been by herself on a plane, let alone, with out her parents.
"Alright now Alyssa, it's time for me to leave now honey. Take good care of yourself, and try not to be a nusense to this young woman. I will see you as soon as I am done with business." The smile on her face seemed to quickly fade as the last sentence was said. It was strange as to how someone could be sad about seeing their child as soon as they were done with there business. Many people would be grateful and happy, or at leat most would have been. But it seemed that this women was not; like there was something troubling her thoughts. But maybe you were wrong, maybe she was just worried that her business; whatever it maybe, would take longer than she anticipated. What ever it might be that was troubling her left as she did when she found her way off the plane.
As soon as she was out of sight, you turned your gaze back towards the child whom had taken the initiative to stand in the isles, in the same spot that she stood with her mother. Her hazel eyes were staring at you with hesitation as she switched her weight onto the other leg.
"You don't have to be afraid; I wont bite." you spoke while smiling. The little girl only nodded while took a seat next to you, but keeping her eyes on you as if she were fascinated with something about you.
"I can understand why your staring at me; I mean I would stare at me if I had never met myself before as well. But could you tell me bwhy/b you keep glancing at me and then at you backpack?"
"Sorry." She audiated just above a whisper.
"You don't have to be sorry; I just wanted to know why you were staring. You can keep doing it, it will not kill me; annoy, yes but kill, no." You raise an eyebrow at the kid.
" Well, it's just that you look like a lady in my book." A smile began to crept across her face in a cute way, which couldn't help but make you smile back.
"Can I see?"
She simply nodded while opening a compartment in her bookbag. It took a few seconds before she was able to finally find what it was that she was looking for. As soon as it was found, she began to pull it out, revealing a large ebony book with many intricate designs lingering on the cover. It appeared to be a very old book; the leather had begun to peel on the sides. In fact; the thing looked very ancient, like it was around for many years to come. As you observed the overly large book, you noticed the words carved into the center of the book; it read 'FairyTales and Legend'."
'So I look like a character in a fairytale book; well that's new.'
"There!" She points to the image of a women dressed in a cream coloured tunic; leaves and tribal like images lined the bottom of the linen. The woman's hair seemed to be blowing in the wind as she stood on a lonesome rock, facing the rolling tides. The woman was a Siren; half female, half bird. You continued to stare at the image of the young woman, while reading the passage on the other page of the book. It took a good five minutes to read the fairytale, legend, or whatever it was. But even though you were done reading, there was one line or phrase that continued to play over and over again in your mind.
'She sings a song full of passion and content. A song that leads the approaching sailors to their death. One by one, they are lured; one by one, they drown or fall from thy cliffs. . . .'
