Name:: Meidlie Rynela
Pronunciation:: [mey-EED-lee-ey ree-NEH-luh]
Alias:: Meidli, Mei, Lie
Gender:: Female
Age:: 21 years old
Status:: Taken
Personality:: Shy, quiet, gentle, moody at times, rude to some, usually judges people by first impressions, sociable once she trusts a person
Crush:: No one
Love:: Ryorken
Kits:: None
Family:: Kiralia Rynela - Deceased, Isume Hinalaai - Deceased
Birthdate:: December 6, 1988
Birthplace:: The Isles of Siren
Current Residence:: Wandering
Occupation:: Grade II Siren
Species:: Siren Illusionist
Neopets Species:: Snow Xweetok
Abilities:: Creating illusions, able to shoot short beams of light from her paws, changing a person's emotions or actions with her songs, calling to people with her songs, accessing abilities she isn't normally capable of using when feeling threatened or if someone she cares about is in trouble

Introduction

Obviously every story has the ups and downs, the sad times and the happy times, the heartbreak and the friendships. Of course Meidlie's past is not different, rarely straying off from those lines. The beginning is an extremely brief introduction to Meidlie's life, starting from birth, and then it skips to when she is about five years old. At the beginning of each chapter (except for the prologue) there will be a list of a characters and a "note from Sky", mainly to help clear things up and keep confusion to a minimum. Usually pasts can get a little confusing. Oh, and also? This color font means Meidlie is speaking, and for everyone else the font color will be this. Italics mean a person is thinking. Anyways, now onto the story!

Prologue: Beautiful Melody

Melody, Melody fits her. How about that? A white xweetok with blue-tinged markings spoke softly as to prevent startling his newborn daughter. His eyes were kind as he looked down on his beloved daughter as he and his love decided on a name for the newborn kit.

The kit's mother looked up at her love, a slight frown creasing her brow. It... is fitting but... but it's a little boring, hun... she replied in a quiet, musical voice. She tilted her head a little to the side, keeping her gaze on her child. She had refused to part with her baby after she was born and checked for any problems, she wouldn't even allow the kit's father to hold her.

The father, called Isume, sighed softly, wondering what they could possibly name her. So... um... then what should we call her Kiralia? You reject everything, and this is the closest we've gotten to getting an accepted name... how about you choose then since you're picky about it?

Kiralia shot a light glare in Isume's direction. I am not picky, she replied, shaking her head, I just don't want my only, darling daughter to be named something horrible! It has to be the perfect name for her... She smiled a little when she earned a scowl from Isume, and she stifled a giggle of amusement. So what about the word for melody in my old clan's native language? It'd still give the same meaning, but it'd be much prettier and elegant!

The male shrugged, anything to finish this naming business. But he had one question first, So... what by chance is this word?

Meidlie, was the simple reply as Kiralia began to rock back and forth, hushing the little kit as she began to whimper and squirm. The child's tiny eyes opened slowly, cautiously, at the sound of her mother's voice. Eyes fully widened she glanced around uneasily and let out a squeak-like noise. Her mother grinned. See? She approves! She likes that name.

Isume smiled, peering over his love's shoulder down at his child. Well I can't argue with that... Meidlie... it's perfect for her. Meidlie...

Chapter 1: A Lullaby

A young xweetok with a glossy blue pelt with various snowy-blue markings jolted awake, eyes wide with fright as a horrible, high-pitched scream-like noise aroused her from her deep slumber. Cringing, she rubbed her eyes jadedly, sighing heavily as she did her best to rise from the soft, comfortable ground. The female looked around wearily at the strange, abandoned human tent her tribe had found several days ago, and where she and her parents were camping. She wobbled over to the entrance of the fairly-large tent, lifting the tent flap with her paw and peering outside. It was still dark outside, and nighttime apparently, because it didn't seem like the sun would rise any time soon. How strange... the xweetok thought, wondering why she had woken up and why there was that horrid noise, which she became aware of as she ducked back into the tent, fear flooding her mind and body at something she had seen. There were members of her tribe dashing everywhere in all directions, some scooping up their kits, and some of the older children trying to find their parents. Some of the xweetoks were screaming, and some were actually calling out words, though they were inaudible to her.

Suddenly she detected a disgusting smell that seemed to be rising directly from the ground, though she knew it obviously wasn't. Most likely, it was leaking underneath the tent, which wasn't exactly the most sturdy. The smell seemed to be resting in the air surrounding the female and she let out a sickened groan.

Meidlie did her best to clear her mind, which was beginning to get clouded over by the thick smoke that was invading her tent and smothering her in darkness. She felt a nauseating feeling creep into her stomach as she heard a terrible but enchanting song from outside. Her sensitive ears twitched, having heard music before but nothing like this. This song was nothing like anything the female had heard before, and obviously, as a Siren she had heard more than enough singing in her lifetime, and she hadn't even been alive that long.

Chapter 2: My Knight In Shining Armor

Introduction

This story is basically based off of a role play between Nix and I! I changed it a little and made it more detailed so it would sound better and more exciting though of course it was already amazing as is. Anyways, Nix gets half of the credit on this even though I rewrote it, because without her this story and encounter between Meidlie and Ryorken would never had occurred. This color font means Meidlie speaking, this color font means Ryorken is speaking, and this color font means Ithre is speaking. Italics signify that a character is thinking. So, now, onto this amazing story!

Chapter 1: Introductions

Rain was coming down harshly in sheets, but the droplets were warm and thus created a nice, soothing effect instead of a gloomy one. Despite the awful weather, Ryorken was actually rather enjoying himself, despite his dislike of water. He sat at the top of a particularly large hill, staring down and watching the water droplets splatter across the lake at the bottom of the small, miniature valley. Such a strange effect that makes... the male thought as he watched the way the rain splashed against the surface of the ring of water and bounced back slightly before sinking down into the depths of the lake. Strangely he had never truthfully noticed that before.

A song drifted through the valley and though the sound was coming out in soft whispers, the song was being carried by the wind and could be heard everywhere that breeze traveled. The source of the gorgeous song was a xweetok with a blue pelt and various shades of snowy-blue striped markings were stretched across her body. The female walked through the forests, eyes closed as she stepped to the rhythm of the sweet, pure, and enchanting song she was singing. As a Siren, the xweetok had spent years of mastering the art of music, and since she was unlike the rest of her kind, she did not take pleasure in torturing others and using her magic for utter evil. She was careful when around others, and knew how to control the side effects to her music, meaning she had the ability to prevent her listeners from being held mentally captive by her beautiful melodies. Lately she hadn't seen too many people, though, which was a problem, for she had become accustomed to adding the hint of magic to her songs, since truthfully that magic made her voice stronger and her ballads prettier. Now, if only this girl knew that she wasn't alone, and that she should be taking caution.

Ryorken, who's sensitive ears could pick up even the faintest sounds, caught the distant singing almost immediately. Suddenly he sat up straighter, brushing his rain-soaked hair out of his eyes. Who was singing? It was so, so beautiful. The male stood up, blinking his eyes rapidly to clear his vision, fighting against the pouring rain. I'll... go find them, he decided, murmuring aloud and trotting around the lake with a slight twinge of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach.

Chapter 2: Close To Death