Call of the Siren

Waves

The steep, rocky hills lining the ocean stuck out like spines on a dragon's back, each one jetting out with the sun highlighting the grey spikes. The young, naive hunter trekked across the vast land of sand, his armor glistening against the light in the long stretch of blue. The tropical waters were beautifully engaging, relaxing, almost. Almost, because he had a job to do. Violent, yes, but he must do what he was told to earn the Kiodons [currency in the far lands of Ghalzar] to support not only himself, but his family.

His job was to kill the Siren once and for all.

Within the moss-covered cave was a whole new world. Jewels littered within the rocks, daggers and spears jammed into the crevices. Scales and glitter lay everywhere, alongside golden shards scattered everywhere. The beauty of the crystal waters ended at the entrance, but there was still a pool of it planted in the middle.

He closed the gap between him and the pool, eyeing it up from top to bottom, when he noticed a girl at the middle. She looked blue like the waters, and her hair was wet and glossy. Her skin, frail and rubbery, scales lining the joints connecting with each other. Cheeks, pale blue and fair, with fins protruding from them. She was gorgeous, amazingly shaped and curved, the prettiest woman he'd ever seen, and just then, she turned to him. A passionate face, glowing orbs for eyes, a well carved jaw and charming lips.

She began to sing, it rung throughout the cave like a heavenly wave. The stunning song brought him closer, and closer. He dropped his weapons, drawing nearer to the girl. His feet descended below the turquoise liquids, and his legs joined soon after in the tropical warmth of the water. Her mouth open in song, teeth emerging, now becoming sharp like daggers. No-one escaped, and he was the only one to break the magic bringing him closer. She did not like this, no she did not. The singing did not stop as her tail fluttered down, lifting her into the air. Her back cracking, fin-like appendages emerging from within, allowing the creature flight.

He scrambled on the rocky surfacing, grabbing his rifle and bullets, turning on his heel to fire at the glorious monster. Her fingers became claws, sharper by the second, and she darted towards him. He began running, firing backwards aimlessly at the siren. She stopped her pursuit, singing louder as the caves walls began to shed their gems. The once engraved jewels, now as sharp as her teeth, jetted towards him. He jumped over a few, shooting another in half, but didn't spot two that struck his left leg hard. He pulled the crystals out and threw them back at the siren and surprisingly they continued to jet forwards like rockets. Impaling her torso, she stopped her song, to screech. His ears rang and his head hurt, he pursued to the beach. She followed shortly after, brushing the jewels off like they were nothing, but visible scars left. He continued shooting, very few connecting with her skin, but one bullet struck her on the forehead. 

She fell to the ground, her fins drying up and her skin becoming pale, and he stopped shooting, slowly but cautiously approaching. The waves were slow and soothing as he wiped his forehead on his sleeve, his headache still raging on. Kneeling down, he got a closer look at the fair flesh of the deceased creature, the scales armored her perfectly, noticing a few bullets lodged between them. The waves began to part as a humongous fin erected from the sterile waters. His eyes hit against the sides of their cases, locking onto the emerging beast. Fish and sea life alike fled from the scene, a few dropping from the enormous surface of the creature. The bulky arms lifting the creature arose, fins lining its sides, but the most jaw-dropping feature, the eyes. Glossy spheres with pupils that looked like black holes, staring deep into yours. Its teeth large enough to crush a ship, even as futuristic as the warships on Ghalzar, sharper than blades, legends spoke of the creature's breath being enough to suffocate a demon for a thousand years, the creature that only one man had been able to kill. Xyzar, and no way did he have as much strength as that brave soul. He raised his gun, as the Ghalzar Leviathan brushed away the oceans currents. Bullets striking its enormous scale-covered hide, its claws crushing the very ground beneath it. One foot at a time, it closed the gap between the two.