{ZEPHYROS}
"SIRENE!"
My voice rolled across the forbidden waters, low and thunderous, echoing into the deepest pockets of the lake where sunlight never touched. The surface, still as polished obsidian, reflected only the pale shimmer of the moon.
"Come out."
Silence.
I felt my patience thinning—her favorite game.
"Sirene," I growled, sharper this time. "Come out, or I will drag you out myself."
Again, nothing.
I exhaled through my teeth.
Very well.
I lifted my hand, fingers slicing through the chilled night air. The magic stirred instantly—responding to my irritation, the lake trembled, shuddered, and then rose in a violent surge.
Water slammed upward like a living beast, parting and crashing aside until a figure was forced from its depths.
She emerged with a hiss of displaced water: long waves of cerulean hair cascading down a body cut from fantasy, eyes crystalline and unblinking, luminous with irritation.
