The Origin Story of a Captive Siren by Eve Lovestar
In the beginning, there was a rock.
This was an alternate world,
set back in a time so ancient
that time itself had not been invented yet.
Nothing was on it,
There was nothing except a mindless, silent rock.
On this rock, there was only a great, aching need for love.
Love is a great creator.
This world lacked animals and vegetation.
Thus, it lacked the growth that love brings.
But there was potential. Potential grew and became infinite.
Where the need for love meets infinite potential,
mystery and magic are born.
From this fertile absence, a blue foam emerged.
It simply existed
for what we might call an eternity,
though no time ticked in that place.
The foam began small
but grew vast and thick
until it covered the entire rock.
And this foam was magic.
From the foam came sound.
Not loud, not sharp,
but the tiniest whisper of transformation.
Love gave birth to sound.
Sound gave shape to love.
This sound became another layer of the foam,
a foam of music.
And from this musical foam,
all things on that rock would be created.
This foam, which I have named Aphrodite,
grew stronger over eternities,
until it developed a consciousness.
The first of its kind.
It stretched across the land,
created blue skies, humid winds, and wet earth.
And as it deepened in self-awareness,
it developed one thing: intention.
It decided to create.
And with that decision, Aphrodite became
a power, a force, a presence,
without a body, but full of divine magic.
She created flowers and beasts,
enchanted sounds and sacred objects,
spells and rhythms and movement.
And yet, it all became too much.
She was everywhere
and nowhere.
She needed a form to hold the power,
to protect the love,
to shape the magic.
So she manifested a daughter.
A being to hold her legacy.
To walk in form.
To protect, create, and sing magic.
A siren.
Immortal, beautiful, powerful,
more than any physical being on Earth.
And so, after much preparation,
a baby siren was born.
Tiny and breathtaking.
She had a glimmering purple tail,
with shimmers and pearls embedded in her scales,
scales like living treasure.
Her beauty was unlike anything known in the human world.
She was celestial, enchanted, alive.
And when she was born,
the most beautiful song was sung into existence.
Cradled in her mother’s music the baby was born.
Aphrodite manifested within the foam a sacred place:
Aphrodite’s Cave.
A cave of magic and memory,
filled with ancient water,
a mysterious arroyo,
and all of Aphrodite’s tools.
Within the cave was infinite possibility.
The cave echoed with music.
It danced with sound.
And in it, Aphrodite placed
her deepest knowledge and power.
She gave the siren a library,
but not like ours,
a library of pearls and glowing stones,
each carrying wisdom, memory, and magic.
This was to be the siren’s task:
to protect the magic,
to create beauty,
to learn and preserve
the sacred knowledge of the realm.
But this is only the beginning.
For the siren, though born of magic and love,
will one day be chained.
She will be captured,
imprisoned by those who fear her power.
Her wrists bound to cold iron.
Her song silenced.
Her freedom stolen.
But only for a time.
For she is no ordinary mermaid.
She is the siren of Love,
and she was born to be powerful.
To break her chains.
To sing again.
To fall in love,
and reclaim her voice.
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