The Tale of a Hybrid and a Siren (reorganized version)

Prologue: A Stormy Night

It was a night to not behold or a night of great wonder. It was a rainy night, and no stars would shine that night. A dreary echo shouted throughout a dark forest where a hooded figure ran as fast as she could. Flashes of lightening rattled the sky with loud thunderous bangs. The sounds were loud enough to make a human wake in fright or make a young person go deaf.

A loud growl of a hungry monster prowled through the woods known as the Greenwood Forest. It is known to be a dreadful place where Gorgons turn people to stone or lion shaped Manticores prowled, and even it rained poisonous venom instead of crystal, clear ocean water. It is a grave marked for any human traveler who dares to enter and travel through its unknown, murky, dark, damp forest.

However, one can and may travel through the forbidden and forsaken forest if one is smart of what to wear through the forest. A lone figure in a hooded cloak dashed through the woods of dreaded looking black-bark trees lines with purple, red-blazing leaves hanging onto dead branches blowing in a howling wind.

The lone figure carried an object in a bag made of lizard scales and animal skin, and the figure's cloak also made of leather and a layer of animal skin with black fur. It protected the figure from the dangers of the poisonous rain. The figure ran through the forest and pushing through thin bushes with large thorns to cut through a bear's fur.

Without a single halt, the figure just kept running if the figure was in a great rush to get away from something or someone. With loud, thundering noises splattering across the night sky and dark, tall, murky trees with long branches covering the sky, the figure had no way of knowing what was lurking above the treetops or what dangers laid in wait for the traveler to make a fatal mistake.

Then another loud roar was heard, but it wasn't a scary roar. It was more of a cry, a baby cry. The figure stopped to look at the bag and looked at the bag with a hidden expression. More likely, the figure concealed a newly, born infant in the bag, but it was not known as to why or what the figure was going to do with the infant.

"It's is alright, child," said the figure's voice. It was a soft female voice, and a woman hid herself from the rain and the bag she carried to protect the child from the rain. She wrapped the bag tighter around a baby she she carried in her arms.

In the words, there was no where for a person to run, but she was the border of the forest. She was almost out and headed straight to a destination. However, she knew she was being followed by someone, and this someone she didn't want getting her hands on the child.

Just as she was about to talk another step, the ground shattered like an earthquake and a large clearing like a hole was made in the treetops above the hooded woman. A soft growl was echoed behind her, and she turned to see the what was prowling behind her as she drew up a silver staff with dull emerald attached at the top.

Three tree trunks fell from the roots digging deep into the soil of which they drunk deep water, and each tree impounded the earth with a shuddering feeling of a crack wanting to open wide with a deep crevice.

Two black cloaked figures with black hoods that showed no faces floated in the air like terrifying ghosts. Their voices screeched with scratching, irrigating echoes. They held out white arms of bones, and the cloaks turned to a red-ruby color when they drifted down to the woman holding a baby in her bag. Their voices spoke a language and words that slivered with hissing like a snake. These weren't ghosts or sprits of the dead meant to haunt, but to taunt with words a person would never want to hear. Their voices meant to depress all who hear it, and fills them with the horrors of their past, trying to demoralize them.

These were banshees!

Their voices screeched to the hood of the woman's, but her face wasn't shown to the banshees' voices. However, she only stood with no screaming of horror. Her staff's emerald sparked a glowing ray of light, firing in two different directions at once.