So Sirenes, your character is half-nymph and the lost child of the Nymph Queen? OK, then.
BTW, I prefer your character's old pattern of speech better. I think her personality should be more... elegant, maybe? I don't like seeing her with "farmer slangs" and things like that. Maybe it's because she's female and I'm subconsciously sexist, but still.
Editing in progress. Don't post story parts until I'm finished, please.
It was midnight, and Jonathan lay perfectly still in bed. He didn't need sleep, and normally he would put on his shroud of darkness and venture outsite. But right now they were in an unpredictable and hostile environment, and it might not be the best idea to go out alone at night. And there was another thing that bothered Jonathan, something about the white-haired girl Sirenes that they met today. There was something unusual and intriguing about her.
Jonathan was sure that this girl was not the weak female she appeared to be. Deep within her, there seemed to be a strange, mysterious grace that was almost similar to... It sounded completely ludicrous, but something about Sirenes felt similar to Jonathan's lover Nyxia Nocturn, the Black Nymph. Jonathan remembered the feeling when he first held the vial of Nymph's Tears in his hand, and within it held an otherworldly presence that felt similar to what he saw in Sirenes today. What could this mysterious girl be, and what secrets did she hold?
As though sensing his unease, Jonathan felt Nyxia's consciousness touching his own, through the thought-connecting pendant she had given her before his departure. Ever since then, they had been communicating like this every single day. His face softening, Jonathan smiled. "Hey, Nyx."
The dark shadows in the room gathered themselves into a shimmering, ethereal image of Nyxia. She was as beautiful as ever, but her dark hair and gown melted into the shadows at the edge. This was a mental illusion created by Nyxia, and only Jonathan could see it. Smiling, Nyxia reached forward to "touch" his hand. "Hey, John."
Jonathan closed his eyes as he shared the memories of what happened today to Nyxia. "So, do you sense anything about this girl Sirenes?" Jonathan asked.
"I'm not sure..." The ethereal image of Nyxia frowned slightly. "I do feel something special, but it seems... incomplete. As if it's not whole. I'm sorry, but I don't know what she is."
So even the Black Nymph didn't know... Just what mysteries did this silver-haired girl hold? And what would happen to them on their journey to end the Fallen Elves? Only time would tell. But as for now, Jonathan closed his eyes and lay back, silently enjoying his lover's presence.