14 Recalling Dark Memories Of The Pas (1/2)

Dark.

Ah, so dark.

Hongyue stretched out her hands and tried to grasp something. Anything would do, she thought. Anything that would enable her to have the ability to leave here, to obtain a source of light. She was sick of this darkness, this emptiness that always surrounded her.

Eventually, as time passed, Hongyue gave up. She wasn't surprised. Hongyue loathed the darkness yet she knew nothing else other from it, so in a way, the darkness was her cursed home. A memory of her past life slowly started to replay.

A six-year-old little siren stumbled along the shore of the rocky island. Her pale, delicate feet had been sliced up by the jagged rocks as she climbed up the cliff in search for food. The path behind her was covered in blood. Her arms and body were also in the very condition, sweat and blood ran endlessly as the sun struck down on her back. He parents had advised her to keep hidden but they also never came back for her. What could she have done? At this point, she needed food. Her stomach ached day and night endlessly, but she couldn't tolerate it any longer. So she came up on land to locate a source of food. Her dry lips engulfed in the fresh air as she felt the world spin around her.

She collapsed.

Hours later, she woke up to a young girl poking her lightly with a stick and offering her food. Taking the food, Hongyue wolfed it down hungrily. She eyed the girl next to her. The girl had dark hair and brown eyes and looked to be about six to seven years of age. Delighted to see someone at the same age as her, the little siren hybrid happily conversed with her new friend as the sky became dark.

”Why were you so hungry?” The little girl asked.

”I was hiding. I didn't have food with me when I was hiding. My parents didn't come back either.” The siren murmured as she played with her fingers.

”Why were you hiding?”

Hongyue hesitated for a minute. Her parents always told her never to trust anyone else or give tell anyone of her identity. But, Hongyue glimpsed at the harmless girl in front of her. This young girl saved her life, and they seem to be friends, she thought. So the innocent, naive siren told the little girl her identity.

”I'm a siren.”

”Siren,” the little girl tasted the word. Slowly her eyes widened and turned dark, but the young siren never noticed.

”Do you have any more food?” The siren asked.

The little girl nodded.

Days went by as the two played with each other. The little girl would give the siren a share of food, and the two would chat as the sky turned dark. As time grew, the little girl didn't respond as often. The siren herself could feel a sense of tension and the friendly atmosphere was no longer there. However one day, the little girl asked the siren if she would help locate something that she lost. The naive siren agreed thinking it would be an opportunity for her to re-mend their relationship, not knowing of the upcoming horrors of that night.