A/N Hi, so I was just thinking about syrens and what it takes to recognize them for what they are, and I got the idea for this. Enjoy!
Viking's Syren
"Are you sure?"
The witch's breath was cold on my neck.
"If you do this there is no going back."
I shivered. "Yes, Ekawa. I'm sure."
"Then, princess, there must be...payment. "
I shuddered. Ekawa was known for extracting terrible prices for her services. I knew what I wanted. What would I give for it?
"What do you want?"
"Your voice."
I relaxed. That was not so bad a price. In return for my voice, she would bring Hiccup Stoick'sSon here, and hide him from my sisters. She would also help me exact my Guise, which would close Hiccup's eyes to what I really was. He would see someone else.
"I accept your terms, Ekawa."
"Then let us begin."
She began to sing, no, to chant, in a weird witchy voice that soon went beyond even whale song, which was a real feat, considering where we were. She reached out, and I froze, but all she did was cut off a lock of my hair, and I shuddered when I saw her eyes. They were covered with a white film. She couldn't see me.
She called louder and louder, and when her voice began to hurt my ears the lock of my fiery red hair in her hands Transformed. It became a sea-scroll, which vanished at once.
"There, princess." Ekawa said tiredly. "My part of the deal is done. Now your price."
I took a deep breath and steeled myself.
"Well?!" Ekawa snapped.
I took a deep breath in, and when it came out again, it was my Song. I halfway hoped to bewitch the witch with it, but it didn't work. She took a bottle and captured the Song in it.
She shook with laughter as my voice died away. "Finally!" She exulted. A Syren's Song is mine!"
I tried to sing, but only my voice emerged. Not my Song. It was gone. I would never Hunt again. I would never Sing the birds to me. My sisters would never Listen to me again. My Prey was forever lost, too. The last piece of Prey that would ever come near me was Hiccup, but the thought of eating him was horrible.
What have I done?
