Cassius wandered just below the surface of the still waters, the full moon above glittering its lonely glow upon his deep turquoise scales and pale ivory skin. Tonight found him the same as every other night before, pondering his existence and doing his best to deny the soul-deep longing for something more than this. It had been a couple months since he last encountered a fellow siren, an ethereal beauty by the name of Lyra. She had hair as silver as the moon itself and a voice that echoed with the most enchanting melancholy he had ever heard. Cassius had spent a couple hours in her company that night, just floating along the reef with her and listening to her sing. They were both lonely, as were all sirens, and merely prolonged the effects of another’s presence before parting their separate ways. Who knew how long it would be before they found another with whom to share their silent heartache?
The sad truth was that this was the existence of all sirens. Bound for eternity by their shared loneliness but forced to spend their days apart. It never made much sense to Cassius but this is the way it has always been. He wondered often if the other sirens had these same thoughts. He had heard multiple rumors about their origins, ranging all the way from the gods in the days of old placing a curse on a band of traveling gypsies, binding them to the sea for eternity, to as simple as merely being the reincarnations of drowned sailors lost at sea. Regardless of the reason, Cassius held no memories of a life beyond dark waters and sad songs. If he had ever once been human, those memories were lost to him.
Suddenly shaking his head free of his depressing thoughts, Cassius lifted his head free of the water, breaking the surface with barely a ripple. Running a hand through his short black hair, Cassius allowed himself a moment to enjoy the warmth of the night. Slowly opening his eyes, their emerald green color seeming to glow in the moonlight, he was suddenly aware of just how unseasonably warm it was for this time of year. Glancing around at the calm ocean, Cassius concluded that a storm must be coming. It would be wise of him to take shelter until it passed. Taking one last look around at the world above, Cassius dipped back down below the water and sped off into the dark depths.
The sad truth was that this was the existence of all sirens. Bound for eternity by their shared loneliness but forced to spend their days apart. It never made much sense to Cassius but this is the way it has always been. He wondered often if the other sirens had these same thoughts. He had heard multiple rumors about their origins, ranging all the way from the gods in the days of old placing a curse on a band of traveling gypsies, binding them to the sea for eternity, to as simple as merely being the reincarnations of drowned sailors lost at sea. Regardless of the reason, Cassius held no memories of a life beyond dark waters and sad songs. If he had ever once been human, those memories were lost to him.
Suddenly shaking his head free of his depressing thoughts, Cassius lifted his head free of the water, breaking the surface with barely a ripple. Running a hand through his short black hair, Cassius allowed himself a moment to enjoy the warmth of the night. Slowly opening his eyes, their emerald green color seeming to glow in the moonlight, he was suddenly aware of just how unseasonably warm it was for this time of year. Glancing around at the calm ocean, Cassius concluded that a storm must be coming. It would be wise of him to take shelter until it passed. Taking one last look around at the world above, Cassius dipped back down below the water and sped off into the dark depths.