Hi everyone, this is my first ever created story for viewers. I hope you find some enjoyment in the reading.
The Sorrowful Enchanter
The vast ocean; deep, wide, and continuously stretching for what seemed like eternity. This was his home, and contrary to most of his kind he did not dislike it. In fact he relished in the feel of the cool water as it glided over his skin when he swam. There were so many things that could be found in the ocean, existing to cause either a sense of fulfilling adventure or a sense of impending danger. But even with so much around him he could still find himself pondering on the idea of wanting more than what his species, if you could call them that, was known for. He had taken to finding his life both a curse and a gift.
Being able to roam free beneath the ocean's surface swimming and conversing with the various sea creatures or just exploring undiscovered caves and touching the various colored coral was a great way to spend the day. He could easily classify this experience as the positive to being who he was. But all the excitement and joy quickly turned to murky darkness that permeated his soul when he opened his lips and lets his melodious voice slip into the air when he sang. The songs he sang whether they were sad and sorrowful, angry and contemptible, or joyous; upon being heard they all would cause an eventual death to those who were not of his kind. That was just one of the horrid downsides to what he was, but to make things worse he was also the only male of his kind. With all of that being known he learned very quickly that the life of sirens were both joyous and tragic.
As it was with most of the Sirens, there was not a lot of his kind around. The island where he was living had only two others that lived with him. After being at the island for two years he had finally become friends with the two of them about a year ago.
****Flashback****
When he had first awoken on the island, he was disoriented. He had tried his best to remember how he had gotten there; the shock was when he had tried to stand and could not. He had looked down to see a glistening orange and red tail full of scales. He had to stop himself from screaming. With the way the sun was catching the scales that could be seen beneath the surface of the water, it caused a look of liquefied fire. After getting over the shock, he decided to move the half of his tail that was in the water. He was happy to see that it moved naturally and it seemed like there would be no problems.
Boy had he been wrong when he had decided that he would have no problems on this island. After about three weeks when he had finally gotten used to his new life and thought he was the only one on the island, they decided to finally show themselves. Not knowing where they could possibly have been hiding themselves before that. But when he saw them he was shocked, he knew there were more sirens out there but to see them here and in front of him came as a slight wake-up call.
Though his joy of not being alone anymore was easily erased when he got a good look at their faces. Looks of disgust and utter contempt permeated their features and deep into their eyes. The smaller female with raven black hair had made the decision she should voice her contempt at the male.
"Why are you even here?" her voice laced with barely contained disgust. The other female that was beside her seemed to be contemplating for a second on what she was going to say to him, "You do not belong here" was what came from her lips. He felt utterly lost, what was he going to do? The only people that were around here seemed to hate him because he was male where they were the norm for their species.
He did the only thing that he could to find comfort, he went beneath the surface and swam. The tears that would have been seen easily mixing with the naturally salted water around him. Seeking the comfort of the various species beneath the waters surface for so long he was able to find a way to understand and communicate with the various species around him. When he did find himself nearing the surface he would find himself scanning the area and began to search for a place he could call his own on the Island.
Finding an alcove that had the sandy shore speckled with various sizes of rocks and boulders, he had found his place of peace on the islands surface. For what seemed like months he had found solace in the beings beneath the surface and that of the various creatures from the islands forest that would be drawn to the waters edge when he sang. But every peace that has been found and created seemed to be broken, and for Ichigo it was not any different. The others had found him due to his songs. After dealing with the loathing for so long he began to just bottle the feelings of hurt and pain.
Ichigo had his back to the boulder as he looked to the star filled sky. The moon shown bright, reflecting beautifully upon the waters calm surface. Looking again to the sky he found himself staring at the moon while he was left to his thoughts. The pressure of keeping his emotions bottled for so long was starting to wear him down. Without consciously thinking, he parted his lips and began to sing. The melody was soft at first and carried through the night air with ease, but soon the melody changed. The tone became somber, filled with a deep longing and pain. As his song continued on, the pitch would rise and fall upon the feeling coursing through his being. So caught up in his song he was not aware of the women that had silently swam closer to hear the somber song.