The Pale Woman's Song

War

I WARNED YOU ALL BUT I WILL MARK IT, Calligenia's part does not contain anything specifically mentioned.

The warm sun illuminating the sea bed had little effect on the chill racing through the current as human and mer hid among rocky outcroppings and deep tunnels, ready to protect there home.

As her nature and status foretold, Amata floated, agitated, behind a golden coral fan, sharpening a spear carved from whalebone, shark tooth dagger strapped to her side. Feyre and Calligenia taking up arms on either side of her, both outfitted in the same way. However, Feyre now donned crimson warpaint splashed across her eyes and tail.

There young human companions also joined them, even though they were warned not to. Ant, in all his childish glory, had insisted he and Jeffrey also be painted red, even though Feyre insisted he would not be taking part in any violence.

"You know", Finn started nervously, keeping his voice low as he clutched Calligenia's arm, mindful of the angry crab snaping bellow him. "Maybe we can try diplomacy, you know. I, a fellow pirate, go out there with a Necton-", he motioned to Fontaine, and then to Feyre, "-and a siren. We try to talk things over".

As he spoke, Amata slowly lowered herself into a fighting stance, watching, somewhat annoyed, as the former pirate clambered out from behind the fan.

Only to have her pull him back behind as a harpoon shattered the stony coral where he had previously been.

"Or not"

With a mighty roar, the city of sirens emptied, a wave of ink and bone charging for the ships threatening there home.

Likewise, marauders and plunderers swarmed out of the submarines, following the underwater projectiles aimed at the growing cloud of teeth and claws.

"This is our element!", Amata's cry could be heard like a bell over the quickly approaching forces, her voice like a blade in the night. "This is our home!"

The Nektons, finding themselves suddenly exposed, pondered for a moment on what to do, as above them, the opposing armies clashed, screams echoing through the watery world.

YEAH HERE IT IS SKIP IF BLOOD MAKES YOU QUEESY

Feyre drove her dagger into the side of one of the pirates, head swiftly rising to see Amata storm forward, dispatching three in her charge for the Orca. Feyre pulled her blade from the marauder's side, leaving him to float for the sharks circling above as she joined the steady swarm of black falling into line.

A swell of pride rose up in her as she watched her daughter outmatch and outlast any who aimed their weapons at them.

The attach had been fast, the pirates unable to comprehend the speed in which the sirens had moved, but even then, even with there natural weapons, their enemies had come prepared.

A creature in the clutches of the sea was never meant to cross paths with a firearm. And their element of surprise was quickly running out.

The humans may not have been able to see it, but Feyre knew that they would soon regain their senses, and when that happened, she shuddered to think of what would happen.

Before any more worry and fear could burry its evil little tendrils into her blackened heart, she noticed a blur of white and orange speeding along the seafloor, hidden in the dappled golden light of the sun.

But so had, apparently, another pirate, who had escaped, mostly unscathed, from the onslaught of sirens.

With a powerful flick of her tail, she was upon him in moments. The man screeched like metal on metal as she buried her blade into his heart, screaming about monsters and devils as he died. Feyre only had to laugh, a wicked thing as his blood filled her senses. This had been her life before humans started reaching there greedy little claws into her realm. She was a hunter, a nightmare. something too terrifying to be considered real. She was a thing of horror.