Lost in a New World {Discontinued Version} <Read Des for Rewrite info>

Under the Weeping Ones {6}

Tommy Pov

I sat there, nor knowing what to do. The others had gone to sleep long ago.
Technoblade lay away from us, curling up on a rock, a bit like a cat. Phil lay next to the entrance of the cave, and Tubbo was next to me, both of us cuddled into the single blanket.

Why was I awake? Well honestly it's not of your beeswax, but I couldn't sleep. That lanky bloke wouldn't let me.
He was so weird, I couldn't possibly be expected to sleep with him around. First, he kidnapped me. Second, he's part fish. Third, he's never around, probaly off killing people, the idiot . Fourth, to add on to my last excellent point, he never eats. I have never seen him eat. Not once!

I heard scuffling. I opened my eyes a bit to see the lanky figure moving from his loft. I knew it.
He had never slept. He was lying. The stupid siren had trapped us here and was going to kill us all. I watched him move and sensed he was about to turn. He seemed to be glancing at Technobalde then Phil. Quickly I shut my eyes, I can't let him know I am on to him. But I feel his stare. It lingers a bit too long, to the point it seems uncomfortable.

He walks out of the cave, I can hear him. I squint open my eyes. The outside is dark. He seems to be going.
He's probably going to get something to kill us with. I can't let him. I can't let him hurt Tubbo. He is stupid and clingy. But no one is going to murder my best friend without getting through me. He's one of the only ones I've got.

I quietly get up, tensing as Tubbo stirs. He grumbles, turns towards me and snores softly.
I was lucky this time. I quietly crept out of the cave, seeing the outside world. If it wasn't for my situation, it would of been eerie. There was practically no light and I hardy saw any life.

   I followed him, creeping around from tree to tree. I found a sharp stick. It wasn't the best weapon, but it's what I had.
I snapped out of though about weapons. I can't think about it right now, I might lose him. Speaking of, where was he?

I heard a twig snap and scurried towards the noise.
I had been following him for perhaps half an hour, when he stopped. He walked to a tree and put his hand on it. A small circle with strange deigns around it seemed glow an ocean blue. Then the earth seemed to shake slightly. The grass around his slowly turned brown, the deadness reaching out like a dying man. I hopped back as it approached. There was something in the air.
Small water droplets, coming from the ground and the surrounding trees. I glanced at the thing, it's eyes seemed to be completely white. Then the droppers came crashing down, almost aggressively. The grass perked up, even more green than before. The old tree shifted from the giant oak into a weeping willow. He pulled back the long branches that seemed to Ozzie sorrow and walked in. The tree started to glow again, so I did what I do best, make hasty decisions. I ran in.

I was so quick to go I never noticed the inscription.
Dry your tears, as your sorrows are safe here, my love.

          What I saw shocked me to my core. It was a lake that seemed to lead into an ocean. Around it was a small meadow with blooming flowers. Weeping willows lined the perimeter, but unlike the entrance, it didn't seem sad. There upon a rock ledge, illuminated by moon light was the siren.

"Hello human, I'm glad you followed me," he said calmly, not turning.
What the heck? How did he know?

"Umm you are? "

               "But of course. I thought I was going crazy for a moment there," he said, looking at his lute. He patted the rock he sat upon. "Come sit down for a while and listen to my tunes."