Sirens Don't Drown

The Myths (or whatever) of "Our Kind"

"Okay. So, here's the deal. I grant you immunity, and you get me anything I will ever want in the world." Emma said, going over her genious idea.

"One question. How the hell do supernaturals not know about the immunity granting and all that?" I asked, confused.

"Well, supernaturals usually like to stay away from immunities. We're rare, and a lot of us don't even know we're immune, but if you try to fight one, just know, there won't be any magic involved in that match."

"Makes sense." I grumbled.

"Okay, so do you agree to this deal?"

"I already agreed in the parking lot. What's wrong with your memory?" I said, snapping. "Oh, and this apartment? It's filthy. Jesus, I'm a Siren, and I'm in the smallest apartment known to human and supernatural kind."

"Jesus no need to get angry. Or bitchy. Okay so I'm guessing you want to know what else us immunes can do? You've already learned we can read minds." She said tauntingly.

"Yeah about that. I swear to the Goddesses, if you ever do that to me again, I will end you." I groped my hand around her throat, squeezing, until her eyes grew wide, and face colored purple, until I finally let go. She fell down and started hacking away, until she finally caught her breath. Suddenly, she had my arms behind my back, and I had the biggest headache in the world. I started growling. "Get. Off. Of. ME." I said, tempting her, but something wasn't right.

"Immune, remember? God, what is wrong with your memory?" She said, using my own line against me. Finally, she let go, and sat back down in the water damaged chair.

"Fine. You don't touch me, I won't touch you. Or pursuade you." I said, even though one of the major rules of being a Siren was to never compromise. If you wanted something, you got it. "Anyway, I honestly wouldn't like to know about your little tricks. As long as you grant me immunity." I told her bluntly.

"Okay, but I'd like to ask you about somethings." She said, hopingly.

"Shoot."

"Tell me about your culture and how you came to be and all that good stuff." She let it all go in a flurry of words.

"Fine. To simplify it, supernaturals came to be before the humans did. We were created by three Goddesses. The Goddess of Water, The Goddess of Nature, and The Goddess of Fire. The Goddess of Water created an unnamed race, ruling the sea. The Goddess of Nature, created an unnamed race, ruling the forests, and The Goddess of Fire, created an unamed race that lit the darkness. Yet, as we all know, happiness lasts only a short time. After so many years, the races began to disagree with their own. Each race went into war with their own race. They split into two. One being evil, and the other being all things good, like unicorn farts and shit. The Nature race split into the Fairies, and the Druids. Fairys being the good, (obviously) and the Druids being the bad. The Fire race split into the Lights, and the Furies, the Lights being good, and the Furies being bad. Finally, the Water race split into the Mermaids, and the Sirens.

"Each one had their own power. The Sirens, the power of compelling, and all that. The Mermaids, the power of Saving. Meaning they save those in need of saving, no matter the problem, and can save them, without a scratch. Each race, according to the myths, also had a power that they had before they split up. Yet none of us know. We don't have parents to pass on legends. I'll tell you what I mean later. The Water race was supposed to have the power to control of Water. The Fairys were to bring guidance to other supernaturals, and the Druids led them into darkness. The myth of their complete race was that they had the power over all nature. Finally, there's the Fire. The lights and the furies. Well... there we're Lights and Furies. The Furies have completely obliterated the Lights. There are none left. That's what happens. We're in a war. The Mermaids, and the Sirens. The Fairys, and the Druids. But the Furies. They had won."

"Sounds complicated" Emma said, "but what do you mean, you don't have parents?"

Annoyed, I answered; "We aren't born. Or... at least from our own. It's said that we come from our element. Sirens, rise out of the water, fully grown. Same with Mermaids. Fairies are born out of tree hollows, small, invisible from the naked eye. Or any eye. Eventually, they learn how to grow to human form, and shrink as they wish. Druids, are born out of fallen leaves. Not having the ability to shink and grow, they are human sized. Lights, were said to have been born out of the flames of fallen Furies, and vice versa for Furies to  born. Thats why the Furies won. Once you killed half of one race, they would gain the half they killed. After 10 years it was said they were doomed."

Emma looked very... Interested. "Can you just grant me immunity?" I asked impatiently.

"I do have a few more terms," Emma said, and I groaned deeply.