The Cruellest Weapon

The Cruellest Weapon

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"In the tapestry of our lives, duty weaves its intricate threads, entwining our hearts in a web of obligations. Yet, with each step along the path of duty, love's vibrant hues begin to fade. Duty, a solemn guardian, demands sacrifice and loyalty, but in its wake, it consumes the embers of love's flame. As duty's weight bears down, love's tender whispers grow faint, lost amidst the echoes of responsibility. Oh, how bittersweet the song of duty, for it binds our hands while love yearns to soar. In this cruel dance, we discover the tragic truth: duty, noble and unyielding, can be the silent slayer of love's tender bloom." - Unknown -
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A mermaid named Sirène, whose job as a mermaid is to guide those who have died at sea to rest their souls and not be trapped. She typically finds sailors whose ships have sunk, and pirates and convoys alike. Her personality is one of seriousness, and she does not express herself by facial expressions very often. She does sung lovely tunes though, ones of the sea and winds, not ones meant to lure anyone to their doom. She seldom spends time with other merfolk and prefers to be on her own. She is however very curious of the various emotions humans possess and their intensity, since she does not feel these. One day, while Sirène was staying near Pointe de Pen Hir, a dangerous cliffside that plunges right into the ocean. Looking upwards by chance, she saw a human, a man, standing dangerously near the edge of the rocks. The wind blew harshly and she could only watch and wait as he toppled over the edge and feel towards the ocean. She saw no fight in him as he fell. ________________________________________________________________ This is a fantasy story with my mermaid OC that I started making back when I was in middle school. I've used her character to help me through tough times and I am revisiting her. I want to make sure I have a place to remember her story, and make it a happier one than before.

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