His eyes fluttered open as he lifted up his head.
Where was he? He thought to himself as he looked at the large, murky lake in front of him.
He tried to stand up but found himself tied to a dead tree by something wet and slimy feeling. He tried to pull against the slimy, weedy ropes, but the plants surprisingly held.
"You can't free yourself, human filth." The melodic voice wafted from the murky lake.
"I don't know what you want, but I didn't do anything to wrong you. I swear." He told the voice. He knew he would have known if he ever crossed this person because he would never forget a voice like it. It was very silvery and singsongy, like that of an angel's.
"Yes, you did." The feminine voice hissed back in a shrill musical note, hurting his ears. "Do you know who destroyed this whole forest?" She asked him.
He honestly didn't know who burned down this forest.
"No?" The voice asked. "Well, look in the lake and you'll see what race did."
He realized then what she was talking about. His heart dropped and he knew that this woman was holding a vendetta against the whole entire human race.
"Humans." He said weakly, looking at the ash-ground.
"Yesss. They came here with their torches and weapons and magic and destroyed everything just to kill a few innocent magical creatures that had done nothing to wrong them. Your kind is a plague upon Elementa. Go back across the sea where your kind wriggled out of the mud!"
"I'm—I'm sorry this happened to you. To all of the magical creatures living here. It's just—everyone in Et ignis in Terris is taught to hate magical creatures and that they are evil and will kills us and take our lands. I always thought what they said was right...until recently." He said, remembering he was basically a magical creature now. "But seeing what they did here makes me rethink all they used to tell me. Maybe it's the other way around instead. Maybe...maybe—,"
   "Humans are the evil ones that take our lands and kill us for sport just like they did to the Drekablóð, who are sadly no more." The melodic voice said remorsefully, like she regretted the passing of the Draconigena or Drekablóð. He always thought that the shapeshifter dragons were evil and killed without hesitation and penitence. Maybe humans were wrong about them too. They were wrong about most other things, so why not the Draconigena.
"Now, enough talk. It's time to end your pathetic life before you tell your human friends that I'm still here. You know too much and your blood will be shed for all the magical blood shed in your kind's guiltless slaughter." The woman said wickedly.
He tried once again to free himself from the weedy plants and failed again as well.
An eddy formed on the surface of the murky water, and a beautiful teenage aged nymph arose from the water. She wore a white dress with a train of lace dragging behind her on the water's surface as she walked on the water. A tiara made out of gems and shells rested on her sleek black hair. Her skin was a pale blue before taking on a human skin tone. Her aqua eyes were exquisitely enchanting. So much so that he had to turn his head away just to not look at them.
"Don't turn away from me." Her musical voice reached his ears, tempting him to look at her.
No. He had to stay strong if he wanted to survive this.
"Look at me, my love." She said again.
He gritted his teeth as he fought against her hypnotic voice.
"Look at me, let me see your eyes. They show so much about a person, don't you agree." She said, her cold hand touching him on the cheek. He shivered at the contact, and wanted to get away. But part of him wanted to embrace her, and let her do whatever she wanted with him, even kill him, which she so desired.
"Looook aaaaaat meeee." She sounded out, prompting him to obey her command.
He fought her voice off as hard as he could, but it seemed impossible to do so.
She placed her hand on his other cheek and turned his head gently to look at her.
At the sight of her eyes, he felt everything else important melt away. It was like all his worries were gone. Emptied into the depths of the lake, never to be seen again.
"Do you want to stay with me forever and ever?" She asked him.
His heart said yes but his brain said no. He was tore between the two.
She leaned in, and kissed him on the lips. Her lips were so soft and warm and tasted like the sweetest honey.
Then she pulled back to his disappointment.
"How about now?"
He found himself nodding.
She smiled a smile that could melt even the most haunted warriors' hearts.
The ropes that held him slipped off.
She grabbed his hands in hers, and helped him to his feet, and led him one step at a time over to the lake.
He was so enchanted by her that he never wanted to leave her side, not even in death.
When they were chest deep, she stopped.
"If you want to be with me forever then you have to do whatever I want." She said, grasping his shoulders, and easing him back in the cold water till his head was completely covered.
Part of his mind went into panic at there being no air, but the rest of him remained calm so long as he could see her face through the murky water.
He was slowly starting to close his eyes when a sad sounding song reached his ears. His eyes flew open as his body went into panic at getting no air. He thrashed to get to the surface but the nymph kept him pinned down in the water and away from air.
He felt himself drifting further and further away by the second as he struggled to get his feet on the ground and his head above water.
Then the nymph holding him under disappeared as arms wrapped around his chest and shoved him above the surface.
He gasped for air as fast as he could, filling his lungs with life of all living things.
"Nixie! What is wrong with you? He's not a pure-blooded human!" A new feminine voice scolded the enchanting one.
"So what. He's still human. What difference does it make. His kind is responsible for all of this. So he can take part of the blame just as much as any pure-blooded human can." The one named Nixie argued back.
"You're a fool. He's Drekablóð, you moron. You could have just sentenced Elementa to a fate worse that what it already is."
"I won't believe he's Drekablóð till I see it. And how much worse can things already get?"
"How about the whole continent being destroyed along with everything and everyone on it. Do you want to lose our home along with our lives?"
He could barely follow along with what they were saying. Why was the one calling him a Draconigena? He wasn't draconis, et sanguinis.
"Fine, Mayim. Prove he is Drekablóð, then maybe I won't kill him." Nixie said.
   "Okay." Mayim responded.
   He faintly saw Nixie traveling back towards the shore.
   "You had better be Drekablóð or else we're both dead." The one called Mayim whispered in his ear.
"Quid?" He asked in the human native tongue.
   "Do you have a tattoo of a dragon somewhere on your body or not?" She asked. "If not, I might as well drown you myself."
   "Back." He said, starting to regain most of his sight and hearing back after his near death drowning experience.
   He heard her sigh a breath of relief.
   "Then it looks like it's your lucky day because my crazy sister won't get a chance to kill you."
   They had reached the shore where Nixie, the crazy psychopath that had almost drowned him, awaited.
   "Well, is he Drekablóð or not?" Nixie asked.
   "He is. Show her." Mayim told him.
   He pulled off his shirt, and turned around to reveal the tattoo that he couldn't see.
"By Amarantha's grace! It can't be." Nixie exclaimed.
"Sister, look. Einn af fjórum, Eldur. Carmentha was right. All our suffering will be over soon!" Mayim said with joy in her voice.
He sighed.
The crazy word tattoo thing was happening again.
He slipped back into his soaking shirt, and looked at the two for an explanation, but both were too busy talking excitedly.
Taking that as his cue to leave, he left the two nymph sisters, and headed back towards the direction of the camp before one decided to kill him or worse.

When he made it back, he saw Anahita sitting in front of a bowl, drawing water from the bowl and making swirling shapes in the air.
   "You're a nymph." He said, startling Anahita, making her drop the water shapes out of the air.
   Fear and trepidation shone in her ocean colored eyes, as he stared at her in shock.

P.S. Hope you guys are enjoying.