A tale of remembrance, redemption, and the song that heals.
This story came through late at night — half dream, half memory — guided by the waters themselves.
They spoke of the sea’s ancient daughters, of songs that once lured men to their deaths, and of a witch who dared to remind them what love truly sounds like.
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The Arrival
Esmeralda landed with a dull thud on the ground. She let out a small scream and tried in vain to grab a branch. Instead, she fell flat on her backside right into a tiny mound of soil that a mole had so skillfully left behind.
Grumbling, she pushed her hat back up, which had slipped over her eyes.
“What a hassle to get here. A portal through a water well… by all the stars, who comes up with such nonsense?”
Her loyal companion, the crow, emerged from the same portal and landed on a branch above her head. Esmeralda looked up, amused.
“Earthly portal travel is a bit rusty,” she said. “My talents lie elsewhere.”
She waved her hand, and a purple shimmer ran across her dress. The dirt vanished, leaving the fabric shining brighter than Mr. Clean’s bald head under the morning sun.
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The Forest’s Lullaby
The forest looked peaceful, as if it had been sung to sleep by an ancient melody that still whispered through the leaves. It was a gentle song — sweet and seductive, like a ripe red apple.
Esmeralda’s senses sharpened; her ears began to tingle. She knelt down, touching the grass to ground herself for what was coming.
The image of the forest shifted and turned into a scene from the past: a young man wandered dreamily among the trees, drawn by the siren call of a soft, feminine voice. Esmeralda followed him to the edge of a waterfall.
He stared at the water, his mind lost in the song. Slowly, he undressed and stepped forward. A pale arm reached out and pulled him beneath the surface.
Only a few bubbles and clothes on the shore remained as proof he had ever been there.
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A Touch of Grace
The forest returned to its tranquil silence, as though nothing had happened.
Esmeralda looked at Krista, the crow, and smiled.
“This one could use a touch of grace and refinement, don’t you think?”
She spoke in an ancient tongue and formed a symbol with her hands. Her shape began to shift — long black hair, porcelain skin, draped in a thin blue fabric that flowed elegantly around her body. Her eyes were dark yet radiant, glimmering like sea crystals filled with ancient wisdom.
Her voice joined the melody — soft, inviting, and full of warmth. She stepped into the water, placing her hands gently upon its surface. The vibration of her tone sank deeper, until she felt it resonate beneath her feet.
The water began to bubble, and fins appeared, circling her carefully, exploring her energy.
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Eyes from the Deep
When Esmeralda stopped singing, she saw eyes like her own emerging from the depths. The sirens had surfaced — still, silent, and watching.
They did not reveal their mouths, and Esmeralda knew why.
“I see you,” she said softly. “I hear you. I feel you… and I am one of you.”
A siren with a crown of shells and seaweed — Serena, the queen — stepped forward. Her tone was cool, edged with suspicion.
“What are you doing here? You left us. You chose the disgrace and forgot the blood. You denied your nature and turned away from who we are. What do you seek?”
The others stirred restlessly in the water, their disapproval rippling across the surface.
Esmeralda’s voice was calm, steady.
“My sisters, I never forgot you. I did not abandon you. I went in search of healing, of love and understanding.
These were once our gifts — but we lost them, caught in our war against humankind.
Our nature is our strength.”
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The Remembrance
She lifted a black crystal shimmering with deep blue light. Holding it in both hands, she lowered it into the water. The crystal began to glow, and soon the entire pool radiated with sapphire light.
The sirens’ eyes shimmered like stars scattered across a summer night.
A sudden flash of white light rippled through the forest.
“The curse is broken,” Esmeralda whispered. “You are free, my dear sisters.”
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The Blessing
The sirens exhaled as one — a deep, collective breath of release. Their forms began to change: pointed ears, large soulful eyes, and soft pink lips curving into gentle smiles. Their skin glowed with life; their golden hair cascaded over their shoulders.
Serena’s crown transformed into a radiant diadem of shells and pearls.
She spoke, her voice filled with both sorrow and grace.
“My sister, the pain and anger have lived too long within us. The injustice we suffered became our curse. We drowned in our own depths, mirrors of the wars within mankind.
But now that we remember who we truly are, balance will return.
We will be mirrors once more — this time of love and compassion.”
Esmeralda smiled, diving into the water to embrace Serena. The sirens gathered around them, forming a circle as they sang a song of joy and homecoming.
Their love rippled through the forest, through timelines and dimensions — healing old wounds, softening ancient rage, and restoring harmony once more.
Your Turn
✨ What do you feel when reading this tale?
Do the sirens speak to something within you — a memory, a wound, or maybe a hidden strength waiting to rise?
This is just a snippet of a story that is so magical and waiting to be told.. would you be interested in a full story of Esmeralda and the sirens?
Wisdom From The Heart 