Waves

We mermaids terrorized men for years, our beauty and our voices drove them crazy, we had fun making boats crash and sink, drowning men was our hobby, those were the good times. But men, being human, wanted to tame the sea, be able to control it and bend it to their will as we were able to.
They developed ways to avoid our charms and games, and revenge began.
Men wanted our powers, our bodies and their revenge for so many lives we had taken.
Men called us monsters, but weren't they worse than us?
Will love occur in the darkest of time? Will it lit up the darkest of souls?