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The Siren’s Curse

Feb 6, 2025

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The sea was patient.
So were its monsters.

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A Hunter and the Hunted

Elias Graves no longer sailed the ocean freely.

He fled it.

Each time his ship docked in port, he stayed longer than before. First a week, then a month. Then longer still. He told himself it was because of repairs, trade, bad weather—but he knew the truth.

He was hiding.

But the sea did not forget him.

One night, in a nameless coastal town, he woke to find his boots filled with seawater.

Another night, he passed a fisherman with silver eyes—and knew he had been seen.

And once, in a tavern crowded with drunken sailors, he heard the song.

Soft. Beckoning.

He had bolted from his seat before he could even think.

The sirens were waiting.

She was waiting.

The Wreck of the Nightwind

Elias had known this day would come.

He stood on the Nightwind’s deck, staring at the churning waters below. His ship, his home, his grave.

They had found him.

The sky was starless, the wind motionless.

The sea—unnaturally calm.

And then, from the depths, she rose.

The siren with silver hair and black eyes.

No disguises this time. No tattered sailor’s coat or whispers of mercy.

Only scales slick with moonlight, and vengeance carved into every sharp edge of her smile.

“You ran.” Her voice carried over the silent waves.

Elias exhaled sharply. “I knew you’d follow.”

Her dark eyes glowed, filled with something he couldn’t name. “You wounded me,” she murmured, tilting her hand. The scar he had left was still there—a thin silver line across her palm.

A mark of his defiance.

A mark of his doom.

Elias forced a smirk. “I’ll do worse if you try to take me.”

She sighed, almost… regretful.

“Elias,” she whispered, and for the first time, it wasn’t a command.

It was his name.

A plea.

For what, he didn’t know.

Then she lifted her hand—and the ocean obeyed.

The waves rose. The sky vanished.

And the sea swallowed the Nightwind whole.

The Drowning

Elias did not fight the water.

He had fought before—fought and won—but this was different.

This time, the ocean had no intention of letting him leave.

It pulled him down, down, down, into the dark.

Past his ship’s shattered remains.

Past the bones of drowned men.

And there, in the abyss, she waited.

Her silver hair floated like smoke, her arms open.

Elias gasped, lungs burning. He had no choice.

He reached for her.

She caught him, cradling him as if he were something fragile. Something precious.

And then she kissed him.

Salt filled his mouth, his throat, his lungs—

And the sea became his world.

The Price of Love

When Elias opened his eyes, he was no longer drowning.

He was breathing.

He was alive.

But not as a man.

His skin was paler, his eyes darker, his hands no longer entirely human.

His legs… gone.

In their place, a sleek, silver tail shimmered beneath the deep.

The siren—his siren—smiled.

“You belong to the sea now, Elias.”

Her words were neither cruel nor kind. They simply were.

He should have felt fear. Rage.

But all he felt was peace.

The ocean hummed around him, whispering secrets he had never heard before. The waves no longer pushed against him—they carried him. Embraced him.

And somewhere, in the vast silence of the deep, the echoes of his past self faded.

Elias Graves, the captain, was gone.

Elias, the siren, had been born.

A Siren’s Legacy

Sailors still tell his story.

They say the sea claimed him.

That the sirens dragged him into the abyss.

But sometimes, on nights when the ocean is too still, ships will hear a voice in the mist—a man’s voice.

Low. Haunting. Beautiful.

A siren’s song.

And those who listen never return.

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