The rugged coastline of Siren’s Isle is relentlessly battered by the waves, holding the echoes of forgotten tales—wails of lost souls who once roamed the cavernous waters at night.

Amidst the wind and waves, you sat upon the rock, singing the haunting melody once sung by the sirens who once lived on the Isle—before the humans came to hunt them, took their beautiful scales to sell, and kept a few alive to put on display in circuses for their amusement while they shrunk in discomfort and humiliation inside the glass cage they’ve trapped your people in. Your late mother had hidden you from the men with weapons stronger than your sharp teeth, teeth that could have easily fought them off—if only the ‘battle’ had been fair.

You could have died at the hands of those beasts if not for her and your father’s sacrifice. And for that, you remained forever grateful.

After they’ve wiped them out, you were all the Isle had left. And with no one else to keep you company, you collected shells and pretended they were still here. They are, but at the same time they’re not.

You ceased your song as a ship drifted through the mist, its lights cutting through the fog, bringing its presence into the forsaken domain. At the bow, a wooden mermaid figurehead stared forward.

That ship. It was the very same one that visited your home years ago. The same ship the men from your past had gotten off and boarded.

You tried to convince yourself it was only a hallucination, a sign that your sanity was finally slipping. But no. It’s real.

A bitter anger began to swell inside you as you watched it glide through the water, daring to enter your territory. What could they possibly want now? They had already taken your people and the treasures years ago—what more could they steal?

You quietly slipped behind the rocks, watching in silence. A young man with chestnut brown hair stood among the crew. He looks important.