Flying on, my adventure continuing, I briefly looked at the islands as I flew over them, but I had no concern, and spent most of my time trying tricks. I wanted to think that I was near, but I truly had no idea. Darkness fell, and the sleeping island emerged. Although I was quite confused.

“I truly have never seen an island like this, it is said there is only one in the whole world. Only in tales, but tales do it no justice.” Grandfather said awed.

“Well, what do you know about it?” I asked, caring less about the tales and more about the information.

“It is said there are tree folk within, but first, take in its beauty!” Grandfather said, taking on a form, and flying around.

“Oh please, we have more important things to do!” I said, before I realized what little time I might have left with grandfather.

I followed grandfather, taking in all of its beauty. Green leaves, brown bark, it was another specimen of tree I had yet to learn of.

“Okay! Back inside then!” Grandfather said.

I landed on one of the tree's roots. I went inside, and found what seemed to be a festival being held.

“Maybe we will not be attacked this time…” I said.

Music was playing and all of a sudden, I started following it without my will.

“Wynne? Wynne what on earth are you doing? WYNNE!!” Grandfather yelled, making his voice more powerful than the music for a split second.

I covered my ears once I could, and I ran outside in a flurry of panic.

“A siren.” Grandfather said.

“Oh really? Where in your tale does it mention a siren?” I said, very annoyed.

“Well, it mentions it but not during festivals!” Grandfather said.

“So why did you not mention it?” I asked, still quite annoyed that grandfather had not mentioned a siren.

“I figured it was a problem for later Wynne, you need to relax, it was a mistake.” Grandfather said calmly.

“Relax? RELAX?” I screamed, furious at grandfather.

“Wynne please!” Grandfather tried to calm me down.

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“NO! You are so annoying, ugh whatever.” I said, angrily.

“Excuse me? Sorry, who are you guys?” A small voice spoke lightly behind me.

“Huh?” I said, spinning around.

There was a small kid, definitely only about five. But most certainly a tree person. Their skin was like the bark of the tree. They had long hair, made of beige leaves. Their eyes were brown, and everything else seemed human-like. They were wearing poorly sewn clothes, as well.

“I am Wynne, this is my grandfather, we are on an adventure to find my corrupted and punished mother.” I said, wondering who the kid was.

“Oh, you came to our place at the wrong time. The festivals here are held to celebrate the siren and to feed it.” The kid spoke softly, their brown eyes full of confusion still.

“What is your name?” I asked one question at a time.

“My name is Quivyre Dreyllo.” Quivyre said.

“What a lovely name! What is your species name?” Grandfather asked.

“Drithious” Quivyre replied, still a bit confused.

“Well, my final question is why do you serve the siren? Also, what is its name?” I asked two questions.

“Well, its name is Iphanoire. But the reason we serve is… a story.” Quivyre said, gesturing to follow them, but I stayed still.

“We are not going in there! There is still a siren!” I said, losing trust in Quivyre.

“Right! I will go fetch some earplugs made for… humans?” Quivyre asked.

“Yes, I am a human.” I replied.

Quivyre skipped off happily, which was odd.

“So. What about your tales now?” I asked grandfather, very clearly winning the fight.

“Oh please, save it.” Grandfather said, annoyed that they lost, but intrigued by Quivyre.

After waiting for a bit, Quivyre had skipped back from the tree with two what I assumed to be earplugs.

“Here you go! Put these in your ears!” Quivyre said, handing the earplugs to me.

I put them in, and it felt like they were not there.

“Thank you, I am assuming spirits are not affected by Iphanoire?” I asked, worrying for grandfather.

“No, spirits do not have solid ears, or a solid brain, so Iphanoire’s violin playing will not affect them.” Quivyre said, going back into the tree.

I followed them, and was quickly horrified. Many upon many Drithious were walking towards the horrifying looking siren. The eyes were solid white, and it truly was extremely massive. The skin was light blue, and the lips were purple. Its hair was made of snakes, and it held a beautiful wooden violin.

“That is truly terrifying.” I said quietly.

“Quick, follow me, my parents will explain why we serve it.” Quivyre said, moving quickly.

Keeping up with Quivyre was difficult, but I managed, and they went into a bunker. I followed, and found that Quivyre took out the earplugs.

“Take them out, the whole place is sound proof.” Quivyre said.

I took them out, and nothing changed, but I heard footsteps.

“Quivyre, who are they?” Another tree person said, who I assumed to be Quivyres mother.

“This is Wynne and their grandfather.” Quivyre said.

“Ah, I am Damoira, and Quivyres father is Aeymar. They are the only other being in here.” Damoira said.

“Right… but why do you have to take such measures?” I asked, wondering.

“Of course, Quivyre, go to your room, you, follow me.” Damoira said, going into another room.

I was led into a room with a table and a few chairs.

“Please, sit down, I will tell you exactly what happened.” Damoira said, sitting down.

I sat down, and went completely quiet to listen.

“Long ago, centuries back, there were three families. The Dreyllos, the Sirorinnias and the Listrilkas. They had divided the tree into three parts, and treated each part like a kingdom. Dreyllo never went into Listrilkas territory. But, one day, Oloris Sirorinnias found an egg outside of the tree, and brought it to their leader. From there, the leader of each kingdom decided on what they should do with the egg. They all decided to bury it, but no nurturing only helped the egg, and after quite some time, the siren grew, and started playing the violin, messing with our minds. Our ancestors built this bunker, and resided here, but others had no idea, and we do not have the space for any more of our people.” Damoira said.

“Well, I do think I should head to bed, it seems to be quite late, and I am very tired.” I said, standing up.

“Of course, your bedroom is at the end of the hallway to the left.” Damoira said.

“Thank you.” I said, walking towards my room.

I collapsed onto the bed, and without further instructions, I fell into a deep slumber.