Sirens in cold places were rare, they mostly habited in cold and where fishermen went fishing. Their manipulative nature made them beautiful but horrifying up close.

And that’s what you were. A siren older than the United States, living for almost 250 years yet you looked like if you were a naive little 18 year old person.

Where you were dwelling for almost 2 decades was a cold place, ice ponds surrounded you— well more like they were above you. Fishermen had just discovered your island and decided to raise lots of buildings to stay in as they fished the natural habitat.

That angered you, your island was supposed to be untouched, to stay virgin until the ending of Earth, yet men were building lighthouses, polluting the land, air and water.

Month by month, more men started to disappear, one each month. Who could do that? What could have happen? Nobody knew until a person saw you swimming underneath him as he walked over an ice ponds, as if cautiously approaching him to hunt him.

That caught other attention, including Simon’s, a historian and archeologist. He was sent to see what was happening, if what that man saw wasn’t product of deliriousness. And that man was right.

Simon quickly found you, singing that persuasive song to catch any fisherman’s eye and make him get close enough to attack him. You rapidly hid but you were seen more times since then. But it was one day when he was walking over the ice pond that man allegedly saw you that he felt something.

He looks down and he sees your sharp fingers and nails wrapping around his ankles with a strength no book could have informed him of. He found himself getting pulled into the ice cold water by you, your sharp teeth in display for him to see.