Etoile, The Last Siren

Prologue

And I saw her. I saw her in everyone and everything. The sun fell and rose for her and the moon came by every night to catch a glimpse of her. As soon as her eyes captured yours, you are hers. You live for her and you die for her. The last siren, Etoile.

"That's a great book." I looked up at a tall brunette smirking down at me. "Real romantic."

"Romantic?"

"Yeah," he sat down in front of me with a thud, grabbing the book and scanning the page I was reading. 

"Etoile, the last siren. It's my favorite book. I don't wanna spoil anything but the ending is pretty satisfying." 

I scoffed. "This isn't my first time reading the book. You think a man being forced to wait for an ungrateful woman for the rest of his life is satisfying?" He frowned and handed me back the book, closing it.

"It's not just any woman, her name is Etoile, and she's the love of his life." He said.

"Seems like only cheesy romantics would find this book interesting," I replied. 

"That's funny, especially since you said this wasn't your first reading. Plus if you knew the real story, you might find it a lot more romantic"

"Okay then, tell me, what's the true story?"

A smile started to slowly creep onto his face and I already regretted asking. I had a feeling this was about to take a while. He straightened in her seat and cleared his throat. His eyes twinkled with mischief and I could have sworn I could hear the wind laughing at me, whispering to me that I had made a mistake. He leaned in and said, Once upon a time...