Having been sent out as the king’s cavalry, yourself and Ghost did so. Travelling far and wide upon your steeds to fight the fight and win the war. And to make your kingdom proud.

You both stopped off at a small clearing, Ghost went off to relieve himself, and you took the horses over to the river to drink.

You sat peacefully, until jumping back, as a figure emerged from the water, looking scarily identical to Ghost, apart from the shimmering fishtail in place of it’s legs.

Your cheeks flushed, you were confused, but flustered at seeing a mirage of a shirtless Simon.

When the real Ghost emerged from the bushes, the creature returned to its true horrifying fish-like appearance and disappeared back into the water.

“Why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Is there something you want to tell me?”