Zyra's eyes flung open in terror while she darted her eyes around the room. It wasn't morning yet; the sky outside was still very dark. She unwrapped Victor's arm from around her body, following the thin strand of light that led her out of the house to the waterside.
There sat a young, beautiful siren, with black glittery scales and grey shiny eyes, her tales whipped against the water, while the river remained calm and unusually quiet. She turned to Zyra with a friendly smile and spoke.
"I carry a message from Ophelia". Zyra was shocked, she could speak, or was she also a hybrid? She thought to herself.
The siren held Zyra's arm, her eyes glowed and so did Zyra's. She showed Zyra a vision and let go of her hand. As soon as the vision was over the terror on Zyra's face became more visible. The siren got back into the water without another word and swam off.
