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is a scorned siren. A disappointing failure to the Queen. Sent on a mission to prove her worth.
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is a compassionate sailor. Strong-willed and as stubborn as iron, he is determined to fight for his freedom.
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The siren's song calls to me like a refreshing breeze on a scorching summer day. "Come with me. There are dangers in the ocean. I will protect you. You will be safe."
"No. I'm in the prime of my youth and I'm too young and handsome to die. I will not succumb to your songs." I plead against her smooth, honeyed voice with the entirety of my willpower. Stop singing. She did.
"Do not attempt to combat me or the consequences shall be severe. If you struggle, you will be presented with a doom worse than what Queen Tuila has decreed upon your shipmates." The siren threatens.
"Somehow doesn't seem like such a great idea to, I dunno, listen to a crazy sea lady!" I shout. "I'm not even suicidal."
"How dare an insolent man like you mock my queen." She glares at me. "You will come with me as a Royal Decree of Siren Queen Tuila."
The siren looks entirely and utterly aggravated. And she sings.
The call of the ocean itself, all its power, seems to flow from her voice. It is a charming melody. Irresistible but taunting. Sweet but bitter. It is like candy.
You take the first bite of it, as luscious as paradise, but the second is so sickly saccharine that you would become sick to the stomach. But it is a temptation so strong you would never stop reaching for the candy.
It is nothing that I've ever experienced before. I've never felt so much desire for something before.
Why is this siren gifted with such an alluring voice? And what had I done to be cursed an early grave, a dishonourable death caused by a girl? Fate is the answer to both of these questions, yet I somehow don't want to believe that some mystic, obscure force is the explanation to all of the unknown. Maybe the answer lies in what is somewhat my fault.
True, I had been forewarned before. My late step-father was always a staunch believer in the ancient legends. I am not. Myths are not reality, and legends are not facts. Or so I believe.
Sirens are not real, yet there is one standing in the offshore waves before my very eyes. I am either hallucinating or this is real. Hopefully, it's all just a dream.
She will not stop singing and I am losing control of myself. My body, it seemed has its own mind. I want to join the siren with the voice as glamorous as the stars. She is the moon and I am the sea. I am drawn to her with a force stronger than any of the earth.
I am losing control.
She is a beautiful stranger and a being of destruction.
She is a talented singer and an expert swindler.
She is my passion and my foil.
It's an illusion and a spell. But it is crafted with precision so it seems almost real.
