Song Bird

Chapter 1

Sirens.

The thought of a siren brings a chill down anyone's spine in this world. The idea that there were creatures powerful enough to control a human's mind with merely just a simple song or a hum of a tune frightens them to the core.

And that was a reality you were forced to accept.

Many servants within the manor find it difficult to look you in the eye. Fearful of what would become of them if they crossed you in any way. Sure some don't noticeably cower in fear, but you do notice the way many would flinch if you so much as to raise your voice.

While others looked at you in disgust and contempt. Not liking the fact their boss would bring such a dangerous creature into their midst, even if it meant they were more powerful than the other groups out there. Yet they were smart enough to not act out their true feelings and treated you with a decent amount of respect.

"They're afraid of you," is what father would tell you, "they're afraid of what you're capable of."

Growing up, you've learned at an early age that you were different from everyone else. You couldn't understand why every time you got angry it was like the animals in the forest would go into a frenzy. Or how scared the servants would get when you yelled. Or how relieved everyone would be if you were in a good mood.

It was only after father gave you a teacher at the age of 6 did you finally have a better understanding of the world around you.

Wendy was a very kind teacher to you, but you can tell even if you've known each other for so long, the woman practically being the closest thing to a mother figure to you, is still so very frightful of you. Especially ever since you lashed out at her in your rebellious teen years.

You've long since apologized, and she's long since forgiven you, but even now you can tell just how her body tenses whenever you get a bit frustrated.

But nonetheless, she does her job. But it's not the type of education most of your human counterparts would have.

No, Wendy was teaching you songs.

Different songs, each representing different things. Some were meant for healing, others were used to help the plants grow, but the one that took most of your energy was the one related to death.

Wendy was a bit nervous teaching you this, afraid she would get into the crossfire and end her life prematurely due to your singing. But you've both come to the realization at age 11 that you could direct the tune to focus only on one thing.

To test it, she put three plants in front of you, and directed you to focus your attention only on the middle one. You wait for her to put on soundproof headphones and sing your heart out. To both your surprise, only the middle wilted while the other two beside it remained untouched.

And it was at the age of 12 did you kill your first person.

You've never once stepped foot out of the manor. Because outside in the real world, people are much crueler than those inside the manor. Crueler than any villain you've read about in the library.

Some are so cruel that they deserve nothing but death.

At least, that's what father had told you when he brought a villain kneeling before you.

You remember the way he crouched down to the man's height with a wicked grin, "have some respect, William, and behave in front of my daughter," he growled, his hand taking a fistful of his hair and yanking it back, forcing the whimpering man to look at you.

The sight of him had you cowering in fear, causing you to take a step back.

You then felt a hand get gently placed on your shoulder, looking up you find Lucas, a guard that you've grown fond of and has grown fond of you as well, offering you a small smile, "it's alright Y/n, there's no need to be so afraid," he reassured you in a soft voice.