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you had just moved to the small, quaint Emerald Island, a close-knit community full of friendly faces. Their house is a bit of a fixer-upper, but it's a new start and a work in progress. However, the locals had some silly gossip about mermaids and sirens in the ocean that surrounded them, warning of destroyed fishing trawlers and siren songs that lured people out at night.
you had taken it as superstition, and hadn't heeded the warning to lock their windows and doors at night.
It felt like a dream, so realistic, as they felt the long grass tickle their ankles and the cool night wind on the face, following a lullaby as they tumbled straight over the cliff-side.
The cold water shocked you out of their senses, coming to realization that this was reality, and there were definitely figures in the depths of the water coming closer.
But, the siren's songs were intoxicating, and they nearly gave in, head lulling under the water, like falling asleep.
It wasn't until they were coughing up salt water and sand was sticking to their skin did they realize they were on the shore somehow, the tide lapping halfway up their form.
And then, above them, were bright red eyes scowling down at them, piercing through the darkness of the night.
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