The Singer's Tale (REWRITING)

This Village Is Crazy As Hell

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Sairen (Mystery Girl With NO NAME): You gonna stop?

Me: Never. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHH-

@~Mystery Girl~@

I walked through the forest, Latin and Greek (No idea why their named after languages), flying on either side of me. The two watched the forest, expecting something to pop up and try to kill me. Or to catch dinner. Who knows.... They are demons.

"Mistress, are you going to sing tonight?" Greek asked and I nodded at her, while Lating scolded her stupidity, "Of course she is going to sing, baka!" Latin hissed and Greek 'hmphed'.

"Well, it was a legitimate question, teme!" Greek spat back and the two started to argue, making me sigh, "Stop your lovers spat and let's get going." I commanded and they quickly stopped, continuing to fly beside me. They bowed their heads in submission and I nodded, although, the fluster in their movements didn't go unnoticed.

I never really talk, as you can see. I had also gotten used to having them call me mistress and for them to fight.... all the time.

We arrived to our usual resting spot and I sat down at the edge of the cliff. Our sleeping area was a sort of clearing. There was a cliff that edged over the tree tops and a small lake below, to which I bathe in. I usually come up to the cliff to sing or just watch the scenery, it gets quite beautiful during the night and at sunrise or sunset. Plus, we sleep in a cave at the foot of the cliff.

Latin and Greek landed on either side of me and got ready, pulling their instruments from their backs. Yes, they can play instruments.... Also, they can sing. I taught them, hehe.

Anyway, I hummed the beginning, deciding what I wanted to play tonight. I sensed many presences surrounding me and so, I placed my bright white hood over my head, making sure to hide my face in the shadow of the hood.

"Come little children

I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchanment

Come little children

The time's come to play

Here in my garden of shadows,"

I sang and Greek and Latin let out a set of instrumental 'woos' as they played their instruments perfectly, knowing the melody. I heard the sound of small feet scrunching against the ground and slightly smiled.

"Follow, sweet children

I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain and the sorrows

Weep not poor children

For life is this way

Murdering beauty, and passions,"

This time, all three of us let out a set of 'woos' and I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked down to see a little girl with bright rosy hair looking up at me with a small smile and blush on her face. I looked back and saw a group of children walking my way. They all crowded aorund me as I sang, which made me smile even more.