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The Siren's Scion

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Karma

After Death

Familial Bond

Plot Twists

Bias

Freak

Remorse Family

Regret

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.

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12 Chapters
Chapter 1
My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete.Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away.I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous.Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition.My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding."But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood.I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all.Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?"He shoved me aside an
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Chapter 2
My mind drifted again, to when I was ten.At a community music class, the instructor discovered I had perfect pitch. I could play any melody after hearing it just once. Hope, a dangerous and fragile thing, bloomed in my chest again."I want to learn the piano," I told Liam carefully. "I know Elara can't be near it, but it can stay in my room. Please?"He thought for a moment, and I saw him almost nod.Then, a shriek from upstairs. "I forbid it!"I looked up to see Elara at the top of the staircase, her face a mask of dark fury. She stared at me, then began pounding her fists against her own thighs. "No! No! No!"Each impact made her pale skin mottle and bleed. I was paralyzed for the second time in my life.Liam rushed to her, grabbing her wrists to stop her self-harm. "Okay! Okay, she won't learn! I promise!"I turned back, my hope shattering as I saw the triumphant glint in Elara's eyes before Liam led her away.Later, I was in my room, staring at an old photo of a smiling, carefree
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Chapter 3
They say when you die, that's it. Nothingness.They're wrong.I was floating near the ceiling, looking down at my own body, small and pathetic in its congealed pool of blood. A sad, forgotten doll.My vision swirled, and I was suddenly pulled away, my spirit yanked across town to a sterile hospital room.Elara's hand was freshly bandaged. She sat on the edge of the bed, head bowed. Liam, after a failed call to my phone, scowled at the screen.My mother stood nearby. "The child still isn't answering?"Liam grunted in affirmation, a flicker of unease crossing his face. Mom waved a dismissive hand. "She pulled this running-away stunt when she was fourteen. So dramatic. She has no consideration for everything we're dealing with, especially with Elara."Liam's expression hardened, and he put his phone away. I watched, the ghost of a sob catching in my non-existent throat. I'll never answer your calls again, Liam. Will you care?Elara's voice, calm and flat, broke the silence. "When are you
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Chapter 4
That night, our parents stayed at the house. Liam slept fitfully on a cot next to Elara's bed.I tried to float away, to my body, to anywhere, but an invisible tether yanked me back whenever I went more than ten meters from them. Was I bound to Liam? Or to her?Liam, unable to sleep, stared at his phone. The screen glowed in the dark room. He opened our chat history.«Isla, your sister's condition is deteriorating. I'm sending you to Switzerland. Pack your things. My assistant, Mark, will pick you up in the morning.»«Please be mature about this.»Be mature. The phrase that had defined my entire life.Five minutes passed with no reply from a girl who would never reply again. He sighed in frustration, the worry lines on his forehead deepening. He called Mark."Mark, I need you to go to the house and---"Before he could finish, Elara bolted upright in bed, her eyes wide with terror. "Isla!"Liam jerked, instinctively hanging up. "Shhh, it's alright. Isla's gone."Mark, on the other end,
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Chapter 5
"The blood... there's so much blood..." Mark was breaking down.Liam ended the call, his hand falling to his side. He looked utterly lost.Elara, standing nearby, frowned. "What's wrong?"He turned to her, his eyes vacant. "Isla... she's gone."My spirit shuddered. So, they had found me.Elara froze. Her body began to tremble, a fine, constant shake. "Gone?"Our parents walked in, catching his last words. Mom's hand flew to her mouth, a choked gasp escaping."Drive! Now!" Dad barked, his face ashen.The four of them piled into the car, a silent, pale procession. I floated among them. To my shock, Elara was shaking uncontrollably, her newly bandaged hand clutching the seatbelt, fresh blood spots blooming on the white gauze. No one noticed. She didn't seem to care.Was that... grief? But you wanted me gone.Liam sat in the driver's seat, numb. He picked up his phone and dialed my number, over and over. "Isla... pick up... please, baby girl, just pick up..."The car sped through the stree
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Chapter 6
The silence of death was my new companion. The constant hum of anxiety that had filled my life was gone, replaced by a cold, observing stillness. I was a ghost, weightless yet tied to this house, to them. I could drift through walls, float to the high ceilings, but I couldn't cross the property line. My gilded cage had become an invisible one.Days blurred. I watched men in uniforms remove the blood-stained rug and scrub the floorboards until they shone, erasing the physical proof of my existence. Liam told the world I died of a "sudden, tragic illness." A smooth, polished lie to protect the family name. My parents left after three days, their grief a quiet, orderly affair. The house belonged to Liam and Elara again. And to me.Elara played the grieving sister perfectly when Liam was looking. But alone, her mask slipped. I saw it in her eyes—not sorrow, but a sharp, frantic fear. She jumped at small sounds, stared into corners too long. The paranoia was a new part of her life now. G
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Chapter 7
The fallout from the interview was immediate and glorious. Liam's phone became a permanent attachment to his ear, his voice a strained mix of fury and forced calm as he dealt with calls from the board of directors, spooked business partners, and family lawyers. The family name, once a symbol of old money and good reputation, was now a trending topic for all the wrong reasons. Reporters became permanent fixtures at our gate, their long-lens cameras pointed at the house.Elara fared the worst. The public, who had once pitied the "Fragile Mermaid," now painted her as a manipulative, possibly evil monster. Online forums lit up with theories. "She drove the quiet sister to suicide." "The Vance girl is possessed." If only they knew how close they were to the truth. I decided to help their imagination along.It started the night after the interview. Elara had been given strong medicine, a private doctor summoned to deal with her "hysterical breakdown." She was locked in her silk-padded ro
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Chapter 8
With Elara falling into public disgrace and private madness, the full, crushing weight of the disaster settled on Liam's shoulders. He was the head of the family now, the one supposed to be holding the crumbling pieces together. And he was failing. Spectacularly.I watched the change in him. The confident, impatient brother who had always had an answer, a plan, a command, became a haunted, hollowed-out man. The phone calls from the board became less sympathetic, more aggressive. Key business partners, "concerned about the negative publicity," started pulling out of deals. The word "liability" was whispered in meetings he no longer attended.He stopped sleeping. I'd see him pacing the halls long after midnight, a shadow in his own home, his footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space. Then, he found a solution. A temporary, destructive one. The locked liquor cabinet in our father's old study, once a display of expensive, untouched bottles, became his refuge. First, it was a glass of w
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Chapter 9
A new presence cut through the house's feverish atmosphere of guilt and fear. Aunt Cordelia arrived, a vision of sharp elegance. Her movements were precise, her black suit severe. Her smile towards Liam was thin and did not reach her eyes."My poor boy," she said, her voice a smooth, cool balm that seemed to soothe his raw edges. "I came the moment I heard. The news... it's unspeakable. And Elara... how is the poor darling holding up?"Liam, a tightly coiled spring of stress, seemed to weaken in her presence. Here was an adult, someone who seemed in control. "Aunt Cordelia. It's... a nightmare. Elara isn't well. She's seeing things, hearing things..."She's seeing me, I thought from my perch on the staircase, a sliver of cold satisfaction piercing my numbness."The mind is a fragile thing under such trauma," Cordelia murmured, her sharp, grey eyes sweeping the foyer, missing nothing. Her gaze passed over the space I occupied, and for a fleeting second, it seemed to pause. A faint, know
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Chapter 10
The knowledge settled in my core, a cold, heavy stone. Haunting Elara was pointless, like kicking a dog for its master's crimes. I had to reach her, the real her, the mind buried under layers of poison.I found her later in the bathroom, staring at her hollow-eyed reflection as if she didn't recognize the person staring back. The bandages on her hand were fresh, but her eyes held a sliver of something new—a clear, hopeless despair. The ring's influence, for the moment, was weak.I took a breath I didn't need and focused all my will. I didn't push with anger, but with a sharp, clear thought, aiming for that fragile sliver of clarity."It wasn't you."Elara flinched, her eyes darting around the empty room. "Go away," she whispered, her voice raw. "Just leave me alone.""She's been using you. Lying to you. The ring... it's the source.""Liar!" she hissed, her hands gripping the porcelain sink until her knuckles turned white. "You're just trying to confuse me! You want to turn everyone aga
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