Percy gasped for breath. She opened her eyes just to realize she could see absolutely nothing but darkness. She was beggining to question her sight when a voice broke through her thoughts. "Don't worry, Perceus, your sight works perfectly fine. You cannot see because I cannot show you all yet." Percy's body tensed at the sound of the voice, but relaxed a bit when she realized the voice didn't want to hurt her. "You said you couldn't show me 'all'. What part of it will you tell me?" Percy's voice sounded horace, but she didn't care. She needed to know. The voice chuckled. "You're smarter they give you credit for. Indeed, I am planning on telling you something, but first, do you know the myth of the banshee?" Percy stopped to think for a second. "The wailing woman. They scream or sing when someone dies. It is said that there voices are powerful enough to travelthrough countries or even continents. Why are you asking me this again?" "Because every myth has a real base. And what do you think that myth's base is. I'll give you a clue. Me. I'm, of course, not a banshee but something quite similar. You see, I the sirens' mother, a crature even more acient than the gods, daughter of the primordial Pondo himself I am The Siren."
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The Siren's Call
FanfictionPerseus Andromeda Jackson. That was her name. The name of the heroine that was forgotten, betrayed and abandoned by the people she loved. She runs away, away from her so-called friends, from the murder of her family, from everything. She walkes with...
