Left Behind
They left. That day, he took her, my 'sister', the thief. The skull in my vision was right. He chose her over me.
I watched them go; watched from the rooftops unseen, as they slipped away, alone in the night. Neither looked back.
When I stole back inside, his door was locked. I waited for dawn.
There was no farewell, no warning.
The gate guard, Hull, found me. Knife to my throat, he led me, pushed me from the walls. 'For witching his wife'; I saw murder in his eyes. The rocks below were to be my death; the sea caught my fall. Few would miss me.
Before the sun lit the sky, darkness swallowed me.
I washed up on their shore; the sirines. They welcomed me as a slave; they could not know what I am, I, who slip between dreams. Their queen I met in thought, her song holding my waking self. I awoke to chains; chains unseen, the fog upon my mind, the dreamlike state. She became mine. She, and her tribe.
There are other slaves, sailors taken from the seas; captured in storms, in raids, lured by the song, their ships broken by wreckers south of here. They too, are mine.
This is where it begins. From here, shall I expand; all shall know my name, the Son of Murder.
The world of man shall pay for what they did, for their gods, for my birth. Today the reign of terror hails from my hand. Those like me shall perish; the skull tells them the same lies. Who they are I know not, but they are out there. For my mother's people, for vengeance. For victory. Only I shall remain.
They shall call me the Prince of Murder.