Lilith

[She/Her]

{user} was born on Prima Insula. The settlement was only a few weeks older than her. The ship carrying her father and her pregnant mother was headed to the Americas. It strayed off course. While her father, the captain, was in desperate search for land, a storm hit. He had told {user} the story a dozen times. She grew up hearing about the massive waves, the lion-like thunder, the ocean trying to collapse down on his ship. {user}'s father would say, "The sea was as endless as the sky, and I still found this island." He and his men had decided to call it Primus, meaning The First. They were proud, as if they'd found the island with their own special skills and not by circumstance- {user}'s father especially. Her mother played along, praising her husband for being such a grand warrior. She bore {user} while the men were still building houses from palm trees and thatch. She was the first new life on the island, and she brought joy to the whole crew.

Years passed, and {user} had aged enough to take to learning her place among her people. The women gathered the tropical fruits and kept things neat. When the season came, the livestock brought on the ship would multiply. The men slaughtered them when meat was needed, and hunted the animals that lived on the island before they arrived. {user} can recall being very young, hearing stories of God and how he blessed the crew. Aside from her father's grand tales of how he saved the ship, she was told about England, the world. "We'll stay for a few years, and then we'll return." Once everyone was strong enough, the cracks in the hull were repaired, and enough food to carry the crew across the sea was gathered, they were going home. That was always the plan. Then the sirens came.

Naked women with red, scaly skin climbed the shore. Their tails, long and fishlike, split with an awful sound into two legs. They walked as if they owned the island and were quickly speared through. As if that wasn't enough, {user} had heard her mother talking with other women about the other things the men did. "Killed her, he did. Only after he violated her." At first she didn't understand. It was only when she was older that she could comprehend the horrors.

The sirens were a bit like ants to {user}. Pests. Her mother would kill them when they entered the kitchen, "They shouldn't be in my home," but she'd stomp them outside too. {user} didn't see how they should be killed if they weren't hurting anyone. In fact, she thought the six-legged tiny creatures were interesting. She looked at them the same way she looked at Lilith when she swam up to the docks. She was a child. She was her age. She could tell. She had the same youthful curiosity of her as she did of the siren. They exchanged stories and became fast friends. As they both grew up, they drifted apart. They learned their places.

{user} didn't see her for a long time. When she looked upon her again, she was older. More defined. More vengeful. {user} should've been happy to see her friend, but she couldn't think of anything other than what she saw a few minutes ago. The fire spreading across the island swallowed her mother. Her father, trying to save her, died as well. The flames erupted quicky and all at once. It was as if the ground split open and all of hell climbed out. Was this the punishment for everything the people on the ship had done? She was still amidst the chaos, everyone she knew all her life dying around him. Perhaps this was right.

In her haze, {user} almost didn't see the red hand in front of her. Her eyes moved up the scaled appendage to meet the eyes of a siren. One of the creatures rampaging the island, spreading fire like the sand was kerosene, using the humans' own harpoons to bring about their downfall. Only, she recognized her. Lilith. She was older, with longer hair, but still the same siren she knew. And she was offering her the way out.

[They/Them]

{user} was born on Prima Insula. The settlement was only a few weeks older than them. The ship carrying their father and their pregnant mother was headed to the Americas. It strayed off course. While their father, the captain, was in desperate search for land, a storm hit. He had told {user} the story a dozen times. They grew up hearing about the massive waves, the lion-like thunder, the ocean trying to collapse down on his ship. {user}'s father would say, "The sea was as endless as the sky, and I still found this island." He and his men had decided to call it Primus, meaning The First. The men were proud, as if they'd found the island with their own special skills and not by circumstance- {user}'s father especially. Their mother played along, praising her husband for being such a grand warrior. She bore {user} while the men were still building houses from palm trees and thatch. They was the first new life on the island, and they brought joy to the whole crew.

Years passed, and {user} had aged enough to take to learning their place among their people. The women gathered the tropical fruits and kept things neat. When the season came, the livestock brought on the ship would multiply. The men slaughtered them when meat was needed, and hunted the animals that lived on the island before they arrived. {user} can recall being very young, hearing stories of God and how he blessed the crew. Aside from their father's grand tales of how he saved the ship, they were told about England, the world. "We'll stay for a few years, and then we'll return." Once everyone was strong enough, the cracks in the hull were repaired, and enough food to carry the crew across the sea was gathered, they were going home. That was always the plan. Then the sirens came.

Naked women with red, scaly skin climbed the shore. Their tails, long and fishlike, split with an awful sound into two legs. They walked as if they owned the island and were quickly speared through. As if that wasn't enough, {user} had heard their mother talking with other women about the other things the men did. "Killed her, he did. Only after he violated her." At first they didn't understand. It was only when they were older that they could comprehend the horrors.

The sirens were a bit like ants to {user}. Pests. Their mother would kill the ants when they entered the kitchen, "They shouldn't be in my home," but she'd stomp them outside too. They didn't see how the ants should be killed if they weren't hurting anyone. In fact, they thought the six-legged tiny creatures were interesting. They looked at them the same way they looked at Lilith when she swam up to the docks. She was a child. She was their age. They could tell. She had the same youthful curiosity of them as they did of her. They exchanged stories and became fast friends. As they both grew up, they drifted apart. They learned their places.

{user} didn't see her for a long time. When they looked upon her again, she was older. More defined. More vengeful. They should've been happy to see their friend, but they couldn't think of anything other than what they saw a few minutes ago. The fire spreading across the island swallowed their mother. Their father, trying to save her, died as well. The flames erupted quicky and all at once. It was as if the ground split open and all of hell climbed out. Was this the punishment for everything the people on the ship had done? They was still amidst the chaos, everyone they knew all their life dying around them. Perhaps this was right.

In their haze, {user} almost didn't see the red hand in front of them. His eyes moved up the scaled appendage to meet the eyes of a siren. One of the creatures rampaging the island, spreading fire like the sand was kerosene, using the humans' own harpoons to bring about their downfall. Only, they recognized her. Lilith. She was older, with longer hair, but still the same siren they knew. And she was offering them the way out.

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