Damon instantly release a deep breath he didn't know he was holding. Learning the creature's name was a first step to proper communication.
He had so many questions to ask, now that he has established a basic level of communication, but he first needed to understand where he was.
He gazed at Isolyn, who though seemed less tense, because of his Empath skill, she still didn't seem to trust him. Damon took note that she didn't like being touch, so he let go of her hand, and made space to make her comfortable.
"I'm sorry about that, I.. didn't mean to startle you. It won't happen again, okay?"
The creature blushed, and gave him a shy smile, as she clenched her hands together and fiddled with her fingers, while looking downcast.
"Isolyn, I know it's difficult for you, but I need you to tell me about this place, and in exchange I will tell about where I come from, is that okay?"
The room was quiet for a full minute, Damon counted, before Isolyn lifted her head, and looked at him. And she nodded.
"Should I go first or will you?"
Isolyn shook her head, and glanced at him, with corners of her eyes, with an expectant look in her gaze. Damon took it to mean, she wanted him to start, so that's what Damon did.
He took a deep breath, and began, "I come from a planet called Earth -35, it's a beautiful world with advance technology and science, yet a primitive place that's always invaded by monsterous beasts from other world's, for what purpose, we don't know as the government hasn't told us anything.
What keeps normal citizens safe are unique people who are called gifted. They come from different backgrounds, but come together to fight the threat of our planet.
What makes my world primitive is that we have conquered space travel, and have managed to artificially create life on uninhabitable planets by fixing the problems that made them uninhabitable in the first place. We have made contact with other lifeforms moreso advance than us.
Not to mention we can heal almost every disease known to men, but yet we have failed time and time again to combine science and technology with magic, thus we are far behind from other terrestrial lifeforms that are able to combine their weird magic with their weird technology and the reasons they haven't colonized us is most probably having something to do with the fact our primitive nature of fighting with each other all the time has made us terrible slave investments. I mean throughout history we—"
Damon stopped talking when he realised, he had most definitely lost Isolyn amidst his rumbling. He cleared his throat, and said, "What about you, do you have interesting things to say about your world?"
Isolyn was about to shake her head, when she saw the hopeful look in Damon's eyes. She took a deep breath and looked at her hands.
"My Realm is called the Forgotten Oceans, it was created by our Ancestor Calythera, who made it after being betrayed by the man she loved. She spilled tears of forgetfulness to try and forget the pain and loss that gnawed at her heart, but she couldn't and so she forced herself to live in the world she made and start over.
She always loved the lights in the sky, she called stars, so she created a sea of them, unable to disappear even at brightest of days. She created her First Children called the Children Of The Sea, also know as Sirens.
Everything was peaceful, as her children built underwater kingdoms and temples in her name, and she started to heal. But then came the Hydra Dragons, they claimed this world as their own, saying the Sea of Forgetfulness called to them, and that meant it was their own.
They terrorised this world, and the ancestor couldn't do anything against them, because her power didn't lie in fighting, but in creation. Her children were taken and forced to breed, creating hybrids that brought shame to the Siren race.
Under the tyrannical rule of the hydra dragons, many of the Siren people ran away to the islands of protection, where the dragons couldn't reach, and my great grandfather was one of the abomination they managed to run away with.
They came to this islands not to simply run away forever but to also better themselves as warriors to be able to fight against the dragons. For the past 3000 years that has been the sole mission."
Isolyn started laughing, in a sort of self-deprecating tone filled with connotations of self-loathing and unbearable sadness masked by a smile, always a smile...
Isolyn finally looked up at Damon, with a smile like always, "They told me, my devil blood is the key to saving the people. They told me, I hold power that's unheard of before, and they told me, I was going to have to fight for my people. Me a hybrid scorned for my differences, unloved by anyone, not even my mother who hated my existence. Immediately after they told me that, I ran away."
Damon felt all the raw emotions Isolyn felt, they were practically being jammed down his throat as she resonated with every cell in his body.
"And they didn't find you?" Damon asked to keep his mind from having to feel, it was all too much.
Isolyn's smile widened, but even so it never reached her eyes, "they did, they sent my mother to come beg me to return," Isolyn's eyes suddenly became hollow, and she frightened Damon, as his heart practically leaped to his throat. "I killed her, and ever since then, they have never bothered me again."
The air froze, the atmosphere became tense, and palpable with nervous energy. Damon tried to hide it but he was scared for his life, but Isolyn never stopped smiling which made it all the more worse.
Isolyn turned away from him, "you called me beautiful," she said in a low tone. "I have been called by many names before, but never that, not to an abomination like me. An abomination it's only purpose is to be used as a weapon."
Isolyn stood up, and walked ahead, before stopping, "Thank you, for calling me that, it made me... happy. When I come back, I hope you'll be gone, before you come to hate or fear me."
She was about to walked away when Damon grabbed her, and spinned her around. He looked into her widened eyes, "I'm not going anywhere, after all, you still haven't told me if you want to be my wife or not?"
Isolyn's eyed widened to the point Damon thought they might pop out. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words managed to escape her lips.
Seeing that Damon was waiting for a response. She gave him the only response she knew—she gave him a smile, not just any smile. But a genuine one that reached all the way to her eyes.