The sun shines through the water surface, the rays dancing with the seaweed as it sways with the current. The light synchronised in a tango with the small reef fish that occupy the shallow water.
She swims elegantly through the dancing sun beams, having grown accustomed to her new life under the surface. A new life with a bitter meaning. Vengeful thoughts has filled her mind and every ship sailing the sea must pay the price of heartbreak.
Siren. A name given by the local villagers. Not one has seen the siren, only heard the tales from few survivors. The beautiful voice of the siren lures the sailors to their deaths. Enchanting. Beautiful. Deadly.
For years, the beautiful voice has lurked in the dark waters. For years, the sailors have feared the mystery of the sea. For years, she has felt the heartbreak from her first love. For years, she has stayed in the waters close to their lagoon, hoping he would one day return and show remorse for what he had done.
The lagoon where they had shared love was now home for her and her son. Their son. He was born from water and had never felt the ground beneath him. Great powers was bestowed upon him, water bending to his will. His innocence clear as the blue water, not to be disturbed by the wicked mankind, though his powers would be convenient for her revenge.
As she went for he daily search for food, having left her young at the hidden part of the lagoon, a tremendous object cast a shadow on the sea floor, putting an end to the dance of the sun and the current. She throws her gaze towards the object and smiles.
The deadly song within her invigorates as she rises towards the surface, nearing the monumental ship. Abruptly, She halts in her vengefulness. Familiarity makes an appearance within her.
The black Sparrow.
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Siren
FantasyThe story of a heart broken at sea. Last few chapters made by chat gpt, prompted by me
