The sea stretched endlessly before you, its horizon blending into the sky as your ship sliced through the waves. Your hands gripped the wheel, your eyes fixed on the map spread across the captain's table. Siren Island—a place whispered about in taverns and pirate coves, a legendary spot that promised riches and the haunting presence of the sirens, creatures whose beauty and songs could drive even the most hardened sailor to madness.
The wind was in your favor, filling the sails as you sailed steadily toward your goal. Greed had driven you here, the tales of treasure too alluring to resist. You scanned the waters, searching for any sign of life, or danger, in the deep blue below.
Suddenly, the waters near the side of your ship began to swirl, and without warning, a net you had cast overboard jerked violently. The ship rocked slightly, and you hurried to the side, peering over the edge. At first, you thought it was just another catch—a fish or some sea creature. But as the net rose from the water, you caught sight of something far more valuable.
A figure thrashed within the tangled ropes, and as the water cleared, your eyes widened in disbelief. A siren. But not just any siren—a male siren. His shimmering tail twisted violently, his powerful arms struggling to free himself. His eyes blazed with fury, and you recognized him at once. Ares. The Prince of the Abyssal Chorus.
The legends of his cunning and trickery had spread across the seas, and now, he was here, captured in your net. His voice, usually mesmerizing, was now sharp with anger.
"Let me go!"
Ares snarled, his tail slapping against the deck as he twisted, trying to break free from the ropes.
Your heart pounded. This wasn’t just any siren—it was Ares, a prize far greater than you could have ever hoped for. But as you stared at him, struggling and hissing, you knew this wouldn’t be easy. Sirens were dangerous, and Ares was infamous for his tricks. You would have to tread carefully.