Siren of The Mist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 08, 2010

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The sky was as dark as the empty universe, yet not a single star was present. Causing the sky to be cold and heartless as the rain thundered down into the frothing ocean, where waves as tall as the temple of Zeus was rising and crunching everything that got in its way, giving off a roar every time the huge waves clashed together. The wind was howling and forcefully breaking the waves and the rain assembled stones against the ship, a ship that had been on its way to Egypt when it had been caught in a storm so brutal that even the wise men could only shake in awe at its vigor. The brown planks were bending and squeaking from each time the waves hammered against the ship side or nearly drowned them from above. The deck was covered in several inches of the salty water, causing the sailors to slip with every step over the creaking planks, threatening to throw them overboard. The men were all tied to the mast, hanging in ropes as thick as their arms yet a number of them broke and the sailors tied to the rough ropes were sent into a cold wet death, drowning in the sea and unable to survive the horrible death of being thrown around as every last breath was taken from their screaming bodies until they rested in Poseidon’s wet cold grave.The men were fighting for their lives, trying to evade getting crushed by the huge waves and fighting to stay aboard with all their might, yet their muscles were sore, hurting and begging for them to give up and let themselves embrace their death. A light filled the sky, followed by a noise to loud that it forced the men to their knees, covering their ears in sharp pain. The younger members were screaming their lounges out in fear; sure that this would be their last moments alive, that they would never see their mothers, their wives ever again. The older men were up again, fighting intensely with the ship against the raging wind as a wave began build, getting larger and larger every second, and threatening to destroy the ship with its blow as it crushed down over it. A loud sound of tree breaking and screams of the sailors that were on the mast was drowned in the storm as the mast slowly fell to the side, broken by the powerful wave. The sailors struggled, clinging themselves to the mast with what was left of their strength, fighting a desperate fight and clinging themselves to life. The mast was now laying across the ship, balancing over it just as another wave seemed to assemble and give the final blow, sending them to their death.

It never reached them, the wind was gone, and the waves had silenced no longer threatening their lives. Not even a single breeze was left, as if the wind had been killed that moment by gods that had felt pity on them but instead a thick fog began to blur their vision, it was a thick moist blanket around the ship, making them unable to navigate or sail. The ocean was so calm that the mist reflected in the water like a mirror, everything was still, not even a wave disturbed the blank surface. No sound, it had disappeared like everything else, leaving them with a peace that was impossible for the sea, neither the rain was dripping down on them anymore, everything had changed in those quiet moments. The men looked around them with eyes filled with joy and fright at the same time, unable to understand how such a miracle existed, saving them from the ocean. Cries of joy were heard through the thick mist as those clinging to the mast fought their way back on the damaged ship, everyone gathering in the middle of the deck as if to assure that they were alive. It seemed like the storm had brought them far away, to land it seemed, only if there was land nearby then there was fog like this, it was a thing every sailor knew. The thought of land seemed only to spread joy amongst the survived sailors as they wished nothing else but to touch the ground, paying thanks to the gods and Mother Nature for letting them survive. Giving them a second chance in their lives to do what was right, to love their family and wives. Gentle sounds returned, the gentle sound of water against the sides of the ship, reminding them that they were floating through the tranquil water, yet they did not move. Their eyes were filled with fascination as huge rocks stuck up from the water and up in the sky, creating cliff like figures and arches over the water and creating rings of water in the dark mirror of water. Yet the ship didn’t hit a single one, it sailed by itself like if it knew where it was going, no one was controlling it, everyone just staring at the figures through the fog.

A younger sailor moved to the edge of the ship, almost slipping on his way before looking down in the darkness of the water. It seemed empty, lifeless and dark, as if life had died down there in a single moment after flourishing yet it was filled with rotten sea plants and fish so rotten that even the bones were visible. He pulled away from the edge again in loath, covering his mouth from the stench and looked around him with wild panicked eyes, a place where not even plant could live was a place for no man and he feared that they had just entered a place even more dangerous than the storm that had been tearing the ship apart. He attempted to obtain the attention from the sailors, but no one was listening to him, not even seeing him. It was like their attention had turned elsewhere, captured by something that was making their eyes so empty yet filled with fascination and astonishment. One and all looking towards the same place, like a mindless crowd. He turned his head, following their line of sight nervously, frightened what to see but when his own eyes fell upon that view they widened in awe. He could see light, light through the thick fog, mild sunrays down on an island with flowers so beautiful that it struck his heart, it was roses, violets, lilies and flowers he did not know the name of, tears filled his eyes, tears of joy, a joy he had yet to feel with his young body. The other sailors moved, gathering in the front of the ship, almost pushing each other to get as close to the meadow of flowers as possible while the ship slowly moved forward, they got nearer and nearer but abruptly the ship gave a light bump and everything was still.

The young sailor came to his senses once more and slowly ambled to the edge, leaning over the edge to find out what had stopped them from getting any further except he couldn’t see any rocks or the ground touching the ship, it was more than deep enough for them to move. The mist seemed to grow thicker, he could barely see the tips of his fingers, yet the island remained so clear and vivid it almost hurt this eyes. A voice appeared, it seemed like the voice as a woman yet it was so much more beautiful, it stroke right to his heart, draining all those troubled feelings and sadness out of his body. His heart seemed to skip several beats. Slowly his eyes grew empty of feelings. His body felt heavy, drained, yet filled with joy from the voice that formed words of a song he did not know. His feet began to move by themselves, so heavy yet determined. He saw the others jumping overboard into the dead water and step by step his feet dragged over the dark bending wooden planks of the ship, his fingers stretched out in front of him reaching for the voice as he reached the front of the ship. He slipped out off his sandals, feeling the wet wood beneath his cold feet before raising himself up, standing on the edge and looking down in the cold dark water. The song was so clear, so warm and soft, as if it was calling to him and him alone, seductive yet caring and loving, so beautiful that no instrument or voice could be compared.

His eyes wandered to the island, a figure had appeared, so soft in the light. He was sure it was a woman. Her hair was so long that it reached down in the flowers besides her that seemed to reach for her, bending towards her as had she been the sun itself. The shining hair was red as the finest copper, every strand of hair seemed to reflect the rays of sun that fell upon it and it waved like the ocean in gentle summer wind, held together by a ribbon of the purest gold thread. She was wearing the finest silken robe that reached all the way into the dark water, hiding her bottom but the while silk was tight on her body, revealing the form of her chest and clinging to her pale subtle body while dripping with water to the flowery ground. His head tilted lightly to the side, she had some amazing curves. He admired her from there, watching how men and fish swam to her with their eyes filled with joy. Her face lifted so slowly and her eyes moved to the ship, looking at him with eyes as gold as the ribbon in her hair, piercing his soul with feelings of unexplainable love and joy. He inhaled sharply at her beauty but he couldn’t move his eyes from her even though he would have tried. Her song filled his head, pushing away thoughts and memories. As the last sailor he leaned forward, letting his body fall, surrounded by the air as he took one last breath before he broke the surface of the water and let it encloses him.

The coldness seeped though his clothes, throughout his skin to his bones and the water drenched his hair and clothes, making him heavy. He swam towards the surface, coughing and gasping as he resurfaced, his mind seemed cleared for a moment as he remembered what he was doing but he was drawn into the song once more, thoughts and feats pulled away from him. He did not feel the cold anymore, only the warmth from her song that spread through his veins like salt in the ocean. He started to swim towards her, yet she seemed so far away, he swam all he could however it felt like he got nowhere. She was still looking at him with those golden eyes, as if calling his name over and over again, begging him to come closer. He couldn’t reach her; he wanted to reach her more than anything in the world. He wanted nothing else but that, she was the only thing he wanted now, the only thing that mattered. If there were gods in the world then let him reach her he begged. She slowly stretched out her hand towards him, it was so slender and fine like a maiden that had never worked a single day in her life, so delicate and innocent.

He reached out to her, his fingers brushed the tip of her finger. The skin had been so soft that he gasped in delight by the light touch. Her golden eyes were so soft, her tender pink lips formed the words of an unknown song as he once again reached out, he seized her beautiful hand and the other clutched the edge of the island, just being there for several seconds, unable to speak or move by the feeling of her touch. He crawled up on the isle, laying down in the meadow of flowers, feeling the soft ground beneath his body as he lay down besides her, no longer moving, just staring at her from the ground in awe like all the other sailors, fish and birds that began to gather around her, struggling to get close to her yet they did not touch her in fright that she might disappear by a single touch. The young sailor’s hand was as the only one touching her before her soft hand slid out from his touch and a lyre appeared in her hands pastel hands. The music filled their hearts with bliss and everything was forgotten, only she existed in their mind and she blissfully played on, enthralling them in her spell and filling them with merry.

She played on and on, never did her fingers stop or her voice silence in the mist. Never once did they look away from her, never once did they think of anything but her, never once did they speak, never once did they eat. One by one their bodies surrendered to the dark waters yet they died with a smile on their lips unlike any other man you would have ever seen, like their life had been fulfilled by her voice. One by one were they pushed into the water by another man wanting their place until only the young sailor was left, looking at her from the same place he had laid down. flowers were surrounding him, binding him softly to the ground with their thin bodies, covering his body with their flowers. He had not noticed the others’ death, neither how long he had been on the meadow with her, listening to her song. She turned to him, gazing at him with those golden eyes, letting her soft slender fingers brush over his dark skin, making him gasp in glee yet his body was too heavy, it refused to move the slightest bit. She gently cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand, leaning down bit by bit as his eyelids got heavier by the second. Her voice seemed to get further away even though she was so close that their skin almost touched, he wanted to reach out for her but he felt so tired, emptied of energy and powers, slowly his life was seeping out of his cold body, but he was smiling until the end. She let her fingers brush through that rough dry black hair, entangling her fingers deeply into it, as if trying to keep him alive, not wanting that last glimpse of life to seep out of him but it was too late and soon all life slipped through her fingers from his body and he was looking at her with those lifeless brown eyes.

The lyre was gone, thrown on the ground and a tear streamed down her soft cheek, dripping down as pearl from her chin to his face that was now so cold and turning so pale. His lips were blue of cold so dry they were cracking. Her lips closed, everything once again turned deadly quiet, so quiet that everything that had yet not died cried of sadness, getting killed from her silence, a silence none could bare after hearing her song. She clutched the young sailor close in her warm bosom, pearls of tears were dripping down from her closed eyes, crying in pain and sadness, once again alone with her curse. Her golden eyes opened, filled with those pearls of tears as she slipped him into the cold dark water, he was the last sailor, the last one that had jumped and the last that had died. The ship was gone, it had long ago found its way back to the ocean, floating around like a ghost ship with a broken mast and the mist seemed to thicken around her isle, making it invisible in the mist, strangling every single ray of sunlight until only the dark fog was left. She curled together, crying out her pain yet no sound escaped her lips. Only a scream was heard in the mist, a scream so filled with pain and sorrow that it did not belong to any human but a creature pained with an unending curse of death.


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