A/N: Well, here the real first chapter. Couldn't just leave you guys with that tid bit now could I? This would usually be where I would put any warnings, but I think were good for this chapter. Enjoy!
Maya's Trust
She had never learned to trust.
The Abby had been a hard place. Nothing was simple, nothing was safe. Wherever she turned the Siren would hear of one plot or another: an assassination, a scam, a way into her good graces, hell, even a way into her bed. When she wasn't hearing scandal, she was training. Hard. The monks never went easy on her. They said a goddess had to be "perfect".
But Maya wasn't a goddess. She was human.
Every once in a while, when the Siren was alone, she would check the scars on her back. Overtime they had filled up with the same dark blue tint of her markings. They were a part of her now, both in mind and body.
Maya had always wanted a friend. Someone...like her. And if not that, then at least someone to talk to who wouldn't blackmail her at the end of the day. The monks had always told her that they were her friends, but then they would kill and steal and lie. That wasn't what friends do.
She didn't even think about family. The Siren hardly knew what the word meant.
It wasn't long until Maya just...closed herself off. She withheld herself from everyone and kept their words and promises at a distance. The fire that was once within her was slowly dying, smothered by all corruption and moral filth.
That's when she decided to leave; to make her own life. She wanted to know more about her Siren lineage and she had finally gotten a lead.
Even Pandora couldn't be as bad as this.