Extract from The Old Siren by Martin Cid
What do you think about the forgotten worlds we left, about the treasures we wasted , about the meaning of destiny, about those eternities we could find? The siren, Thalia, watched me with her wasted and sharp eyes of goodness, mother and innocent killer. Where were we going to spend those eternities? Where were we going to lose our souls? Plenty of time, plenty of wasted feelings of sorrow and revenge, swollen with the pride of the chosen ones, armed with the whispers of our guilty past. I was there and you were here. Where am I Thalia, siren of the seven seas, muse of murders and beautiful ugly voice of my evil guilty choice? I embarked on this ship of fears and resentments and this day my eternity began. Where are you going to kill me, Goodness of the lost seas, silent Queen of my thinking? Soon, my dear friend, very soon. Go outside my head, cruelest fear in the deepest moor of my thinking! You will do, dear friend, you need to do it. It will be easy, dear sailor. It will be the easiest movement you will do in your whole life. I cannot move now, my eyelids are open and I can feel my blood scraping my veins with her cruel poison. How would I be able to kill a man? I do not want cowards in my ship, sailor. Have you heard the prophecy?
The who drinks the Blood of the Lamb
Will Drink my Blood
And He will became my King
And the Queen will choose twelve
And they all will cleave the Seven Seas
To Demand their Revenge