Feel the rush of the ocean...
Intro:Humans are a curious species. Then again how would you have found yourself here if it hadn't of been your curiosity to find the source of the beautiful singing you could hear.
It was only a small blue house that stood in front of you. Most of the windows had a few boards left over them and the handle on the door was broken. But when it was only a safe house for a few nights it didn't really matter what it looked like or what state it was in.
The singing seemed to be coming from inside and as quietly as you could you moved up the few steps that stopped on the small porch. Glancing around you proceeded to the door and gave it a soft push. It creaked opened, but the singing didn't stop. You were more curious now to who or what was making the sound as anyone with a good instinct would've went quiet if their hide-out was being trespassed upon.
Moving your hand to your weapon - sword, gun, whatever - you prepared incase of an attack. Didn't want to really be running into trouble while you were just passing through. Already enough enemies on the ocean as it was.
Making your way down the hall the singing started to get louder. You were now able to make out some words.
"Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window...
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray...
Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me..."
You hadn't realised that you had stopped at the door of the room the person singing sat in. Eyes glanced through the crack in the door as the singer turned to look at you, a look of surprise passing over her face. You felt just as surprised, the song having stopped so your head cleared.
The next thing you knew she let out a small laugh and moved to stand, hand moving up to sweep some of her blonde fringe out of her face. It only fell back to where it sat over the corner of her right eye. The rest of the female's hair was a deep auburn, making the blue of her eyes stand out. She was dressed in normal clothes. Short black shorts making the large, swirling purple dragon tattoo on her thigh visible and it wasn't until you looked closely that you noticed a green star on her left cheek.
"I won't bite... you can come in. Don't look like a marine or someone who wants to fight." she said, moving to the small window and swining it open to let some light and air into the room. Motioning for you to sit down she does the same on the few cushions scattered across the rooms floor. It wasn't until now that younoticed beneath the fringe there was a small scar visible over her eye. The girl looked to you and smiled softly. "Got it in a tussle with someone trying to steal from me.They should know better though to try and steal from a thief... but I guess they weren't thinking straight.
You nodded, understanding what it was like to fight for something of yours. You noticed then the bow and quiver of arrows up against the wall and questioned her if she was an archer or just a collector. She laughed slightly and glanced over to the weapon.
"Collecting probably wouldn't be a good idea for me. I travel a lot. So, yes... I'm an archer. Was taught by my dad before I ran away. He wanted me to come a marine, but the more I knew about them... the more they started to get un-interesting." she said with a sigh, glancing to you from the corner of her eye. A small smirk covered her lips then and she moved to start singing slightly again.
"Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes ?til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway..."
Your mind kind of went blurry then and it wasn't til' the singing stopped you were able to look at her again.
"Don't worry... you haven't lost yout senses. My mother was a siren so I got some of her power. she told you softly, head tilted to the side before the sound of footsteps reached both your ears. She quickly moved to get up, grabbing a small shoulder bag and her weapon, strapping a dagger to her belt.
"Well this sure was fun. But I best be going. I don't want the villagers or marines on my tail." You moved to scramble to your feet, suprised she wasn't in a panic at all. She climbed up onto the sindow sill, glancing back at you as you spoke before she chuckle.
"Name's Xella... Xella Saltar." she answered before jumping down and moved off into the forest around the building.
History:
I was born to a marine father and a siren mother.
My mother had decided to live on land after meeting my father and that was how I came along.
My father always had me training with bow and arrows and close-combat(dagger) in case I needed to protect myself from attack. Of course the more my old-man went on about the marines and how they did justice, the more I found it boring and along with my friends made a promise that if we could, we would become pirates.
Not long after that my village was attacked, I was eight at the time, and my mother was killed, which in the long-term caused me more pain then was thought of. After my mother was taken, my father quit the marines and started to drink much heavier then before.
I was not one to break promises, so I practiced my pirating and fighting skills along with my friends that were able to escape the raid.
One day, when I was 16, my father actually caught me trying to steal a book and a small bag of Belli. Well being the depressed, drunk he was came after me and actually slashed me across the back with his double swords. The pain was excrutiating and if I hadn't of pushed myself to my feet I'd probably be dead.
I never fully trusted him after that and soon left the island to become a pirate.
I've has been travelling since.
Other:
I have a star tattoo under my left eye, while on my back I have an "X" shaped scar from my father and a scar over the corner of my right eye from a struggle I got into with a pick-pocket trying to steal form me.
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