Songs From the Past (A Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fiction)

Prologue

7 years ago-

 Amanda's POV:

It was the stormiest night I could remember. The dark gray sky thundered loudly and usually calm sea raged upon the rocks.

That was what I remembered of the night I met one of my best friends.

I was sitting on the smaller inlets of rock near the spiraling, tall rocks that brought death upon all those whose ship even grazed them with my sisters. They were singing some sad, mournful song that would enchant sailors in the ocean. I, being but ten years old at the time, thought that no one was stupid enough to sail in this kind of weather. I was wrong.

There was a certain kind of slight ignorance to humans that let them to idiotic things: drink and drive, murder....

Sail in a horrible storm.

There was a family that night. A tall, dark-haired father, a slight mother, and a girl my age, frightened by the storm. They were trying to get out of it, apparently, but they heard my sisters' enchanting voices, calling them to a watery grave.

I had seen it all before.

First the humans started fighting, little verbal arguments here and there. Shouts that night ranged from, "You never do anything right!" to "I hate you!" echoed across the waves. I could see the girl struggling to cover her ears, to block out her parent's fights.

Then the humans would start physical assault. I heard slaps and punches, hair pulling and kicks, grunts and groans of pain. The girl was crying by then. I remember feeling sad for her. My parents fought all the time also. Mostly my father pleading with my mother to stop training us girls to kill, to start a new life and my mother yelling at him, threatening to move out. Those were the only times my sisters and I were close. Holding eachother those long, sleepless nights were ritual.

In the end she stayed, if only to continue the tradition of the Sirens before her, as we would train the next Sirens. Not out of love for our father or even us, but only for tradition.

After the physical assault, they would be so lured by the songs by then they would crash into the sharp, dangerous rocks and die instantly.

That night, they died quickly. I saw the girl though. She came up, gasping for air, and I began thinking: I didn't want to kill children near my age. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

I dived into the unforgiving sea that night Though the water was cold and resisted me, I prevailed, using what I was given to save that girl. I pulled her up to a sandy shore not far from the rocks her parents were killed by, and breathed life back into her, using some magic from my training to save her. I saw her gasp for air, her limp body hacking up the salty water. She sat up and looked at me. Tears ran down her eyes as she asked, "My parents?"

I shook my head. Gone.

Racking, hard, sobs came from her. "Where do I go now?" she cried.

Answering her as gently as I could, I said, "There's a city nearby. Find a woman named Sandy. She's a family friend of mine. I'll visit you when my sisters aren't watching and check up on you every once in a while."

Rubbing her eyes, she nodded a quick, OK.

We became best friends after that. Because you can't save someone's life without having a friendship before or after.

I found out her name was Sage after she shook her raven hair out of her brown eyes. When she looked at me, she looked thoughtful.

"Are you a Siren?" she asked the first day I visited her. I hesitated. Had she seen me? I decided to try to bluff before I answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked lightly, tossing my blond waves behind my shoulder. I opened my sea-green eyes wide with innocence.

"I mean," she said, slightly annoyed, "that I saw you that day, the day my" she gulped," parents were killed by your sisters' voice. I saw your tail before you came on land. I was slightly concious enough to see that. And your voice is like enchanting music. It... it makes me want to fight someone, almost." she finished. I saw her eyes and I knew she knew the truth. "Yes." I said carefully. "I'm a Siren. You can't tell anyone, ever though! Not even Sandy." Sandy, my father's friend from college who didn't know about my family's secret, was Sage's new guardian.

"I promise." Sage said solemnly, nodding her head. I was so grateful to have someone to confide in, someone to trust, I hugged her.

"But I don't do hugs often." Sage said, pushing herslef away from me, but gently, as to not hurt my feelings.

I laughed. And that was the start of a long friendship.

 Author's Note:

SO This was just a quick intro on how things come to be in the story. I hope you enjoy this story I worked hard on so please....

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