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I felt cold.
Swimming swiftly through the silky ocean water, I looked to the ocean floor.
The coarse, grainy sand swirled around strands of slimy seaweed invitingly.
How I longed to roll in those comfortingly rough grains of sand.
Many thoughts pranced about in my head, most of them having to do with my new visitors.
They are interesting, are they not?
I am familiar with the way of man, though I do not long to experience human life myself.
Human's lives were much too complicated. Full of problems and killings and such.
The life of a siren was much more at ease. You could swim and sing and laugh any time you wanted.
Content is the feeling most adamant in my mind.
And yet I have no one. A lone creature. A single monster. One.
I had sisters. We were nine.
Of no particular family, we spent our time together.
Not one of us knew where we had come from, or from what we began.
Mysteries not meant to be solved. Secrets not meant to be revealed.
And yet my mind wanders.
Wandering, wandering.
A delighted laugh left my throat, only to be sensed, not heard. The endless, endless amounts of water masked the sound with a few suspended bubbles.
Rage, rage.
Emotions.
With myself, emotions flowed quickly and unpredictably.
Happiness came easily, as did anger.
Content.
And yet not.
Why was I not like others?
Why am I doomed to swim alone while other creatures swam together, with friends?
I often had companions, but they left quickly, just as soon as an escape made itself obvious.
Otherwise they turned on me and I was forced to kill them.
How I mourned when I killed them.
No life. No love.
Ah, how I longed to love.
My last companion had told me of love.
Her name was Jocelyn.
She spoke of love as if it was better than breathing.
"It is like the water you drink, the air you breath." her musical voice trilled softly in my mind. "Necessary, and still, you want it. Dwelling on it every moment of the day until you die. And the feeling never fades."
I had waved the words away, and yet, I was intrigued by them.
How could one person feel so much? I only had room for one emotion at a time.
And the emotions flowed so quickly.
I yelled out in agony and frustration as I accidentally swam into a large rock.
The jagged edge had sliced through my shoulder in a clean cut.
Anger welled up inside me as I glanced at the cut. It would be there for months, it was so deep.
As quickly as it had come, the anger ebbed away, leaving only pain and regret behind.
The pain would leave with time, but the regret would never slip away.
So, left to regret, experience pain, and contemplate the meaning of my existence, I swam slowly back to the shore.
The shore of the island where my thoughts dwelled.
Echoes of past conversations rang out my reeling mind.
'It's like nothing I've ever felt before.' the feminine voice whispered. 'And nothing I will ever feel again.'
I broke through the surface of the water, the blue colours swimming around me.
The sun shined hotly on my skin. I touched the cut and examined my webbed fingers. There was crimson blood dabbed on them.
I winced at the pain and headed towards the island. I could gather some healing plants along the coast.