His feet moved in a different direction than he wanted to go. The haunting melody entwined around his body, leading him to her. He thought it must be a her. For who could possess such an ethereal voice? The song kept going, high then low. Almost like the tides rising and falling. Mixed in was the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. The sea caressing the beach in a way that brought a moan from his lips.
As he crested a hill, she was there, sitting on a rock jutting out of the water under the moonlight. Her silver hair blew in the wind, catching the shimmer of the dark sea and the light of the moon. He had never seen such beauty before. In the dark recess of his mind, he remembered the legends of the sirens and how they would lure sailors to their deaths. But he chased these thoughts away. For surely a woman of such allure could not do something so wicked.
The closer he got, the stronger her pull was. Her song was mournful, and her green eyes seemed filled with tears. She sang of how lonely she was, how she needed someone to fill the longing within her. He wanted to be that someone.
He pushed his hair out of his face as he stepped into the icy waves. She sang and pleaded to him to take off his clothes. She needed to feel his strong body next to her. He obliged and shed his furs, boots, and trousers. Though he shivered, she told him to make haste. He was now waist deep in the waves and didn't remember getting that far. She sang to him to not be discouraged. It wasn't far to go.
