Blood dribbles down your chin as you scream yourself hoarse till your voice splinters. Whatever gods are above they don't answer when the chains holding you captive tighten cruelly into your wounds

You are in pitch dark with the smell of death and rot heavy in stale dungeon air, the dulling metal slowly but surely leeching your powers out of you

This is it you think, you lips curving into a feral bloody grin when your voice no longer works. This is how the Siren princess of Aquaes dies. Shackled and reduced to rags in the enemy kingdom