The Siren's Scion
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.