Fins of Fate

The Beginning

As told in Greek mythology. Sirens were believed to be dangerous creatures, and that when a passerby, usually sailors on voyages across the sea, heard their song. They would fall into the sirens spell, and engage in ill fated love making before being pulled to into the depths of the ocean, their life, taken.

It is also known that many forms of these creatures have been seen over the years. In those olden times, Sirens were recognized to be part woman, part bird. However, that is not the case in this story.

Before the birth of the first male siren, there was a great storm, and a flood that forced many of the finned sirens to swim from their rocky coves and seek shelter in the deeper, darker depths of the ocean, to wait out the dangerous, choppy tides above them.  A great thunder-clap and the clashing of lightening, gave birth to an ominous pale, blue light. 

It was said in rumor that the light could be seen from far and wide, as a beacon of hope that the storm would soon quiet and all would be calm again. Thus it was so. 

A man, of old age had been walking along the calm beaches of the pacific, after the storm subsided. Curious to see what had washed up from the sea. He stumbled upon an infant, wrapped in fine, pearl-white silk cloth. The infant was unscathed by the storm, and though the old man called out to anyone who may have been near by, hoping to find it's mother. He knew that this infant has been abandoned, left to be eaten by the sea. He called out once more, but with no reply.

The old man looked at the infant, who lay asleep, nestled into the mans arms as the man hobbled back to his house upon a cliff. He was greeted at the door by his wife. Though she was just as old, her eyes lit up with happiness, for she believed that the Gods had finally answered their prayers and gifted them with a child. They smiled at each other, then at the infant.

" What should we call this youngling?"

The old woman spoke, her voice was shaken, tears of happiness in her eyes as she and her husband sat down, staring at the infant boy. The old man thought for a moment, and began to tell his wife of the beautiful cloth he was wrapped in, how it seemed to glow with a heavenly light. As beautiful as the tales of paradise they had heard only in sermon. 

" Eden.."

The old man looked up at his wife as the name of the sacred garden left her wrinkled lips. He gave a smile, nodding in agreement.

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                                                                                  EDEN.