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- Dark black hair - light, pale grey eyes I'd been surrounded by hate from the very beginning. Never knew my mom. My father wasn't much better - I never knew him either - only the hands that cracked across my skin and empty bottles that were always rolling across the floor. He died when I was thirteen. After that, I was left on the streets. At first, I tried begging. Surely someone would help me. It devolved into desperate fists and shaking breaths as trembling legs that carried me away from people who wanted to kill me over a peice of bread. Cant blame them. Years piled up, and with them, scars all over my skin. Old wounds under new ones that never fully healed. One night, in winter, I was shivering under a threadbare blankets in the streets when I heard the crunch of boots behind me. A woman was standing there, silhouette clothed in black, holding a pair of daggers. A siren. They were known to occasionally venture out from the ocean. Every part of her was covered in blood, but she was still so beautiful that looked at her hurt. I tried to be scared, but I couldn't. What did I have left to lose, anyway? When she stepped forward, I thought she'd drive her blade into my heart, but she just tossed a warm loaf of bread into my lap and sat down next to me. I didn't have the words to thank her. I didn't have the words to say anything, actually. I was half-dead and running on spite. But id never forget her face. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone. But her crimson footprints were still on the fresh snow next to me. I couldn't forget her even if I tried. I decided id dedicate my entire life to finding her, no matter what. I knew everyone would treat me like trash. It was what I was, afterall. A pair of daggers, kind hands, and dark clothes were the only things that kept me fighting. Every hit, knife to ribs, boot to back, fist to jaw. I was a husk. There was nothing left of me except desperate, ugly ache for someone Id only met once. I was sent to gaurd a lighthouse on the shore alone, with no one else around within twenty miles. Nobody cared, of course. Nobody had since before or after her. Id spent so long looking for the sun that I was nothing but ashes, burned away by the thought of her. Everytime I slept, i dreamt of black gloved hands and warm loaves of bread and red prints on white snow. Id wake up gasping, reaching for something that was never there. Like a wound that could never heal, my feelings only got more pathetic as time went by. Now, it was as if I was in a tunnel, unable to see anything except the light.
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Intro
The rain poured in merciless torrents, making everything unbearably slippery. As he navigated the sheer rocks, he tried to keep his footing. The black basalt was treacherous, but the lighthouse was right there. A few more steps and he'd be inside, his boots soaking the wood, bare floorboards. It wasn't much better, but at least he wouldn't be actively drowning there.
And then, a part of the basalt crumbled like sand under his feet, and he was falling.
Rocks chaught and tore his cloak off within seconds, catching his arm and tearing a deep gash into it.
And then, he fell into the sea.
The cold was excruciating.
The moon was full and fat in the sky, and water tumbled around him as the wind shrieked. The cold was so glacial that it seemed like it was seeping into his bones.
What a painful way to die.
Out alone in the middle of the ocean, drowning slowly if he didn't die from the blood loss first. The water was a black abyss around him, only a thin, shimmering layer visible from the reflection of the moon.
Nobody was going to help. He knew that like he knew the back of his hand. But was it too much to hope?
Probably. His eyes started to flutter closed even as he tried to stay awake. Consciousness was fading.
There was a ripple in the water, and he opened his eyes to see a Siren in front of him, dark hair draping across her waist, studying him with dark eyes like the sea around him, skin flawless, unlike his own. She was so beautiful it felt like an acute pain in his chest.
She looked just like she had twelve years ago.
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
