Livia kneels over me, holding an arrowhead in her right hand. She is chanting over and over that it is time for us to rise against the humans, and that she will be the true siren. She states she will be the siren our people deserved all along, a siren that I could never become. At that moment, she plunges the arrowhead into the side of my swollen blood covered belly and rips me open with little effort. Agony causes me to scream out in pain and beg for her to stop. Tears fall as I fear my daughter and I will be dead soon. What will be the fate of our people and the land dwellers? Panic rises in me while I call out for help from water souls, shouting with any strength I can muster up, begging them to help. Begging for them to save my unborn daughter.
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