The Tree of the Siren

Okay, so the picture is a little off from the actual setting of the story, but this was originally for a Weekly Photo Challenge. ūüôā

A young girl ran through the forest behind her house after her boyfriend broke up with her. She kept running even though twigs and branches were snatching at her legs and tearing her white dress. Eventually she ran far enough that she emerged on the other side of the forest to a place similar to that in the photo. Only, instead of ocean, there was a vast valley and where the father and daughter are, there was a single large tree which she climbed and perched herself in. This tree stood surrounded by patches of beautiful flowers and bushes and had branches overhanging the edge of the cliff which then dropped down to the valley floor. On the other side of the valley were mountains covered by green foliage that grew from the start of the valley up to the highest peak on those mountains.

The sun was just beginning to set, the sun casting a pink-orange glow over everything surrounding the girl. Sunset was a magical time. Everything was so beautiful; so at peace. She began to feel different. A feeling she’d never experience before began to creep inside he, overwhelming her at first but she soon gave into it- feeling the warmth, peace and tranquility coursing through her entire being. Then there, up in the tree, looking out over the valley, she began to sing.

Her voice was soft and angelic – the soft, warm breeze picking up speed as it carried the lyrics of her eerily, beautiful song into the distance. Her voice echoed through the valley as though it were bouncing off the surrounding mountains.

Continuing to sing, each of her notes growing louder and more powerful than the last. The wind gained more speed, intensifying as the song climbed in crescendo; her long, blonde hair whipped through the air as though wanting to be swept away with the wind. All around her, the leaves, branches and bushes rustled louder as if to compete with the volume of the song. Reaching the climax of her song she stopped suddenly. The trees became silent and the wind still.

The sun was almost¬†below the horizon now and it was time she went home. She did not want to go home. She didn’t want to see¬†him¬†again. But, she must. The forest is no place for a young girl after dark. After one last look at the horizon, she turned and jumped out of the tree. She headed for the forest but stopped. Turning around to face the tree again, she notice a small pink flower near the top. It wasn’t there before. At least, she didn’t think so.

Beginning for the forest once more, she saw a figure emerging from the thick foliage. It was the youngest son of the new neighbours.

“What are you doing here?” She questioned the boy looking upset and sounding quite scared.

The boy just smiled and replied, “You have a lovely voice”.

The title is random because I couldn’t think of anything for it.. Ha ha! Another piece I’ve brought over from my main blog. There was¬†originally¬†more to this story, but I think this is a good place to end it for now. ;D

Hope

The sun cast an orange glow over Alyssa as it peeked above the horizon. Worry over her mother’s disappearance meant another sleepless night for the young girl as her fears continued to plague her dreams. Looking out over the lake, she watched the sky’s reflection as the rising sun changed the colours of the clouds. Another day, another seemingly endless trek through the forest to find something. Anything.

She looked back over at her sleeping friend through the dying flames of the fire, her only companion on this long journey. She had known him less than a year before he volunteered to accompany her, but over the few weeks they’d been on the search, Alyssa had begun to feel like they had known each other for many more years.

Even with great company, she was beginning to tire. Not only physically, but mentally also. She began to wonder if she would find anything, if there was any point to this search or if there would even be anything left to find. Dark, empty thoughts began to fill her head, crushing every ray of hope and every shred of confidence until the soft touch of a hand brought her out of her torments.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Tal said gently, taking Alyssa into his arms as he stroked her hair tenderly.

“I just don’t know if I can’t do it anymore,” she sobbed into his chest.

Leaning back to look into his friends eyes, Tal asked, “Do what anymore?”

“We’ve been searching for any sign of her for five weeks now and still we’ve found nothing! Is there even anything to find?” she leaned back into Tal’s muscular chest and they sat in silence for a while as he let her cry until there were no more tears.

“You see that?” Tal asked his friend, pointing towards the horizon. When Alyssa lifted her head and turned her gaze to follow the direction of his hand, he continued , “That beautiful sunrise? It is the beginning of a new day. A day full of new possibilities of new opportunities to arise. You haven’t given up yet, I know you haven’t. And I also know you won’t. We both know you’re mother is still alive out her somewhere, you can feel it, and just the same, I’m sure she can feel you looking for her.¬†I don’t care how long it takes to find her, we will find her, and yes I said ‘we’ because I’m not going anywhere.”

You know what that sunrise means for us? Not just another long day walking through an endless wood, but it means another day she’s alive and another day we’re out here looking for her. For us, it means that there is¬†Hope.”

I’ve just brought this one over from my main blog. Thought it would fit in better here as this is my free-write writing blog after all. (: