Snippet #1963288

In a small yellow chateau house on the edge of the city lived a family of three...it used to be a family of four until four years when a tragic accident befell the residents in the house. A tragic fire that took the life of their eldest, a boy named Josh. It left the family torn and distant to one another, and the other child, a girl, took it the hardest it seemed.

Though one wouldn't guess it by what she was doing currently. Residing in the turret, up a case of spiral stairs lead to a room painted in a shade of dark blue that was stuck somewhere between midnight an navy, was sitting a teenage girl with, surprise surprise, dark blue hair. Her face was bathed in the dull glow of her laptop and she was muttering softly to herself. “Die beast! Die!” It seemed that she was playing one of her many mmorpgs, this one was called Winter Fire, it was her favorite one. She was playing as her main character Avalian, an elven warlock with ice blue hair and yellow eyes. She was currently killing a bunch of snakes for their fangs, a quest item that she needed. Then, right as she was about to kill her last dread snake...her internet went out! “OH COMEON!” She yelled at her computer, slamming a balled fist onto the desk, the red bull can shaking. She hated when her parents did that! They thought she was now spending way to much time on her computer then going out with friends or trying to get a better job then drawing and selling her own comics.

Little did they know that she DID have a second better paying job. Albeit it wasn't exactly something her parents would be proud of. Their homeschooled little girl was selling essays online, and getting paid very well for it. She had a separate bank account that wasn't connected to theirs, and always gave a reason to why she could afford new things, like she sold a lot of comics that week. Speaking of comics she supposed she should go back on working the newest page. She pushed herself off of her chair and hobbled over to her drawing desk, plopping down with a sigh. What would Rue say to her wizard teacher? She stared at the half finished page, running her fingers through boyish cut blue hair before letting out an exasperated sigh. She just couldn't think of it.

Kyla, known as Kyle to her larping buddies, Watson decided that was that, she would go to bed and get some sleep, caving into her parents passive aggressive demand. She pushed her hands on her desk, sending the rolling chair backwards towards her bed before she stopped it and crawled into bed. Taking off what was needed in order to sleep comfortably. She stared at her anime posters covering her ceiling before finally drifting off to sleep.

Yali Stromrider awoke in the middle of her usually resting spot, a sunken log on the edge of naga and mer territory. Her red purple eyes surveyed the areas, looking for some of her naga friends. Many people would find it odd that she hung out more with nagas then her mer relatives, or even her more kind. Even more so since nagas didn't get along with her mer relatives, and there for she shouldn't be friends with them. But honestly she didn't care about the war, or what her kind thought. She liked her naga friends, they were kind to her and answered her questions.

The siren slowly stretched before swimming up to the surface and towards her friend Srinivas's house, only stopping to put on her glamour. But there was something wrong with her glamour, well her really. She could only transform her gills, making them fish like or amphibian. She couldn't change how she looked, which frustrated her to no end. But Srinivas was used to that, mocked her for it yes, but he was just teasing her. She crawled up to land and into her friends cave.

“Hello? You home Slither?” A nickname she had given him when they first met and she couldn't figure out how to pronounce his name. She could now pronounce his name...but called him Slither to piss him off.

“Yes Sushi, I am home and what are you doing here?” A deep velvety voice responded as a green haired naga slithered into the light. By naga standards he was a looker, to her. Well he still was a looker but more her friend then anything else. Plus...well Slither didn't slither that way.

“You invited me over, remember. I sang for you so you are going to tell me more about the human realm.”

“Oh yes, that is right...alright darling. I will tell you more about the human world.”

And with that her naga friend started to spin a tale of magic, knights, kings and queens. Of food and dancing and being seen. It was a tale that most people would find uninteresting, having lived it and seen it. But to her it was a fantasy world, she barely ever traveled to human cities, her looks preventing her for the most part. Only the towns on the edge of the oceans would not mind her looks. But she wanted to see so much more...if only she had something to cover her body up more. But seaweed was all she had. That is...

“Oh, I got you something from one of the markets, they were selling these beautiful robes that would compliment your skin, eyes, lips and hair. It was hard to find but for you I would do anything. I know how much you want to travel.” And with that he took something out of the shaded area of the cave and handed it to her. It was long gray robe with a dull purple sash that drapped off the shoulder and onto her hip. Yali let out a squeak of happiness and gave her friend a happy hug. “For that you deserve another song. But first let me try this on!”

She quickly slipped the robe over her skin and her small seaweed outfit, he was right as always, it did suit her to a T. “Oh it is beautiful! Thank you so much!”

“Yes, yes. I am amazing and sexy I know I know.” Srinivas said, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. “But less praise and more singing. I love your voice, it is like the coming of a storm, calm but with a strength behind it.”

Her cheeks turned a nice purplish color before she opened her mouth and started to sing.

“Twas Friday morn when we set sail 
And we were not far from the land 
When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid 
With a comb and a glass in her hand
O the ocean's waves will roll 
And the stormy winds will blow 
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top 
And the landlubbers lie down below (below, below) 
And the landlubbers lie down below
And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship 
And a well-spoken man was he 
I have me a wife in Salem by the sea 
And tonight she a widow will be
And up spoke the cookie of our gallant ship 
And a red hot cookie was he 
Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans 
Than I do for the bottom of the sea
Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship 
And a nasty little lad was he. 
I'm not quite sure I can spell "mermaid" 
But I'm going to the bottom of the sea.
Then three times around went our gallant ship 
And three times around went she 
Three times around went our gallant ship 
And she sank to the bottom of the sea”
It was a song about her mer cousins, one that she found amusing and her friend seemed to like it. Her voice was loud and clear, with a quiet strength behind it. She started off singing softly, but started to become louder and louder. She wasn't sure if anyone would be able to hear her, if there was a mer or another being near by.