Note Ten: Siren's Cry

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Cumulonimbus clouds form tragically in the sky

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Cumulonimbus clouds form tragically in the sky

tampering with the aesthetically enchanting garish tropical sunset that most people admired much.

Waves dramatically splash against the powdered-crystal pink fine sand where I am walking leaving my footprints behind. The sea breeze where I used to breathe chills my spine down as I sense the gist of wrath from my father.

My whitish pearl tear rolled down to my eyes as I realized the cretinous decision I'd ever did in my life.

I left my home, Atlantis for just a fleeting love. I lied to my dad, Poseidon that I will visit the wounded seafarers on the coastline of an island and help them the way back home for we treasure them that much.

He commanded that I will ride on the horse made of diamonds that was given by him to keep me safe along the journey. Before we set off, I cast a spell on my horse to make him blind and deaf and manipulate his maneuver so that no one can know my true motive.

I arrived at a bay of an island where we agreed and I saw my secret lover's figure standing in the coconut trees. He leads me to a cave that was hidden from the prying eyes and we spent our night there together.

When the chariot of Apollo starts to cross the sky, I woke up merrily knowing that I slept with my man the whole night. But as I got up on our seaweed bed, I felt pain in my right eye.

I saw my reflection in the water, and I shrieked as I watch the blood dripping off of my eye socket. I hysterically looked for him to tell him that someone plucked my eye while I am sleeping and to punish the culprit.

But I could not feel his presence anymore. I am puzzled about where did he go. I stand up and I find him on the beach even though my eyes are still stinging on ache.

But nothing can compare to my lost eye when I found my horse succumb lying lifeless on the sand. I rush to him and I found out that his limbs were missing and someone lacerated his chest to steal his heart.

I cried in a cacophony and the waves rumbled as my angst fumed emotionally. I roamed my gazed and I found a razor-sharp hairpin beside my horse's corpse.

I clenched my hairpin in my palm without noticing my blood bursting out of my palm under too much pressure. And the waves behind me created a tsunami on the land.

As the water subsided, the life of the island wipes off by the onslaught discovering the body of my almost "everything". His eyes were wide open and a scorpion came out of his mouth.

I reach for his backpack that was still in his and I found the things he steal from me. I gritted my teeth at the realization that he deceive me and make me believe that a human like him would ever love me.

I saw the vulture of Ares flying in the sky and summoned them to eat the carcass of this traitor. I watched them devilishly devouring his flesh of him until his bones were only left.

For choosing him over my duty, my heart sank. How could I let his fleeting love cloud my rationality and my responsibility? Now, it was my fault why the seafarers that I must help died on the seashore, the murder of my horse, and the earthquake caused by my father in anger for disobeying him.

I am to blame for why people suffer right now because of my stupidity for letting my heart be fooled. I want to stop my father to punish the people who were innocent in my inane judgment. But I am scared to face the rage of my father.

In my cowardice, many people continuously died as the moment I amble this island. I could hear their agony from afar but I neglect to help them.

The Olympians tried to calm Poseidon's nerves to stop him from creating earthquakes. But no one can be swept away from the fire in his head, only I, his daughter he truly loves.

Could you sacrifice your numerous gems in one stone for your temporary happiness? Then, be brave to face the consequences not to run away and let others suffer from it. Don't try to be like me. 

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