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::Chapter 17: Sebille::

"Tell me about your Mother."

Mayleah looked up curiously as she slipped her shoe back on, and lowered her gown. "What do you mean?"

"I mean. . ." What DID I mean? I know that was very broad question, but. . . the fairy feet. . . maybe there was a chance that Mayleah or her Mother was a fairy? No. . . That would be impossible. If one of them was, in fact, a fairy, Mayleah would know. From the way it sounded like Mayleah had no clue about what her tiny feet really indicated. Maybe she just has a tiny drop of fairy blood, like me. I mean, that can't be too uncommon. . . "Just. . . how was she?"

She stared at me blankly, and I noticed that she slightly raised one of her eyebrows. "She's nice," she stated plainly.

"Oh. . . oh well, that's good I guess." I smiled softly. After a few moments of hesitation I spoke again. "Err. . . why didn't F-Father bring her with him?" I didn't realize that I was speaking in a voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

"She ran away with another man."

"What?!?" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. "She. . . I-I mean, I'm really sorry about that but. . ." I sorted through my thoughts for the right word. "Who?"

Mayleah shrugged calmly, as though she spoke of this topic often, yet I could still detect discomfort from the way she mostly kept her gaze to the ground. "I don't know him exactly. . . Just some old married man."

"Married?!" My eyes grew even wider.

She nodded slowly. "It may be a shock for you, but it's not for me. My- I mean our Father wasn't the first. . . and there were plenty after him, even after I was born. . ."

I shook my head in disbelief. What was wrong with this woman?! "They- They know she's married right?"

She nodded again. "Most of them, anyway. . ."

"Then. . . Why. . . How. . .?"

By now Mayleah looked very uncomfortable. She lightly swung her foot into the air in front of her as she fidgeted with her hands. "I-I don't. . . I d-don't know. . ." She backed away and walked a few steps towards the palace doors.

She was lying. I was burning with envy for a few moments before I calmed down inside and spoke. "You do know."

She walked up to the entrance of our home, and stopped right before she entered. She turned back around, facing me. "She sings," she said calmly with a nervous laugh. "She sings." With that she turned around and hastily headed back inside.

She. . . sings? I repeated in my thoughts, terribly confused. Though those words triggered something in the back of my mind.

After a few more minutes of pondering on that subject, my eyes grew wide. There was a story Mandy used to read me when I was a child, maybe about ten years ago. . . the details were foggy but I remembered the main part of the story quite clearly. It was about a woman who used her voice to seduce men. And eventually led them to their death.

I felt a shiver go up my spine as I thought about the story, when I realized I was outside alone. I quickly ran towards the palace and rushed towards the kitchen to get Mandy.

"Mandy!" I cried, crashing through the swinging kitchen doors. I found her standing by the counter, holding a basket of bread, which she abruptly dropped at the sudden interruption. I gasped. "I'm sorry, Mandy, but I have something to tell you."

"Oh, no, it's alright? What is it, sweets?" she asked, setting the empty basket onto the counter beside her. I told her what I had just heard from Mayleah.

Mandy's face was as wide as a ghost.

"Tell me the story again, Mandy."

"Well," she started. With a flick of her finger, the spilled contents on the floor flew into the air and dropped into the wastebasket. "The story was about a young woman, who would enchant men with her spell-like singing voice. Women who heard the song often were unaffected with it's spell, yet the men fell into a trance. She would seduce them each one by one, killing each of them off. . ." Mandy stopped, and shivered. "It seems to me that Mayleah's mother is a. . . siren."

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