Awaken Sirens

@Hades_god_of_death The night was dark, not a even a star shined down on the lonely figure sitting under an old oak tree. The air was cold with a winter breeze and as the lone figure breathed a cloud of warmth disapated into nothing. Alone they stayed unmoving as frozed tears trailed from cerlean eyes and down the porcelain skin onto the dirt bellow. Its long raven strands flowing over a shoulder as if it was made of the purest silk. Their robes layed tattered and torn what once was white silk over sky blue was now tainted with deep crimson like roses blooming over a white canvas. A light drew near and a woman shined her light upon them in in a voice gentle and conscerned she ask ' sir are you hurt? Let me call for help' but before she could the man spoke in a gently whisper ' thank you for your kindness but it will be of no use to me im afraid...' Confused she kneeled in front of him with a trembling voice she begged the man to let her make the call and like a father soothing a startled child he said ' my pain has long sense faded and these tears i shed are not my own.' The woman was stunned but curiosity reared its face and she asked ' how can the tears not be your own?' The man smiled gently and looked up at the dawning sky through the branches of the mighty oak ' they are that of my people who have long sense passed on never knowing why there end came so soon. This tree is all that remains of what was once here.' The woman shook her and looked towards the sunrise holding onto the stained sleeve ' if you say so but now lets get you some help'  a minute passed and he never answered she turned to face him only to find nothing but the base of an old oak tree. She looked to her hand that once held blood staind silk but just like the tree there was nothing except for the deep crimson blood upon her palm. He was not gone for he was never there.

@SolomonRobert no problem☺

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