The Siren Rina

Acknowledgements: Rina, for being kind enough to tell me her story Father, for teaching me to expand on creativity And to that special someone who is in all our hearts

Many of you may or may not heard of the race of Sirens, for here published in the very library is a tome bearing the name of "Sora- Those of the Siren" by Lady Banston. However, this is a story of Rina, also a Siren, who sheds a bit of light on the lives of the Siren in their way of secluded life.

West of our land of Aabahran are two islands, of approximately the same size. One, composed of mainly forestland, belongs to the Siren. The other, mainly flatland, belongs to the Seran. The Siren are a race of woman, and the Seran, a race of males. In most of people's eyes, the two are born with highly attractive features, although, Rina would say they are not, and most everyone else is "normal".

Once every year the Seran come to the Siren island from their flatlands to reproduce. They are met with an opposition called "wraithes" in order to mate. If the Seran fails to win the battle, the wraith continues to burn a Siren's forest until she can hide no more, and then plant their seed of offspring within. Thus, more wraiths are born unto the island. However, if the Seran wins, two children are born; one male, and one female. It is then at the age of five when the child Seran grows his wings and flies to the flatland island, before his mature desires settle in.

For a Siren, the hunger for the flesh of Man is quite powerful. It is the same for the Seran, only they hunger for the flesh of a woman. The Siren or Seran would lure them into a secluded area, and then devour their helpless victim. Although, the flesh is not a supplementory factor to their diet, only a powerful desire. For Rina, this unnecessary pull for the man's flesh has built a guilt on her for years, and she came to Aabahran in hopes of taming such.

At first arriving to Aabahran, Rina was a ranger who was always alert. Her passion for the flesh was unchain'd, and was a very present danger for those who would be lured. In stepping into the transition of becoming a Druid, the starving thirst was put at bay, and her taste of violence was placed a few notches below. No more startled awakenings, no need for such a high alert. More peace has come into the life of Rina.