Chapter 15: 15- Shining like a swan
The anguish that sowed fears passed between us, because I felt his fear of never seeing me again, fears that spread like the breeze carries aromas.
Ignacio is dedicated to science, but science is a pretext. An ecological river of duties and relationships that inspire respect and infuse it with value. But the true value I find extinguished in his chest, his value now lies in being with a beautiful woman, loving and knowing that he is loved. Are human men so different from werewolves? Well, I don't see the beast in him, just a man wanting to know he is loved. But I know that there is a monster inside him, and I remain attentive, I blink several times to discern what I feel having him in front of me. I blink and look at him intensely.
His gaze and his thoughts at times are filled with a dense, gray fog that evokes sad things. Things captured in life, well learned in his experiences as a werewolf.
“Shadow, disastrous, heartbreak, pain, loneliness, rejection, yacht, whips, pitiful whips, wound, wounded siren”
\- Mia run! –I hear Ignacio say. At that moment I understand that I have been lost in thoughts of what is happening right now, the yacht is attacked and subdued by men holding whips and fishing nets. They are mermaid hunters.
\- A mermaid is injured - I repeat, and my skin crawls, because my mother's spirit is present in my heart - My sisters!
I feel the tears running down my cheeks, Ignacio's hand holds my shoulder and he directs me towards the interior of the yacht, I feel the pain in my chest of a wounded mermaid, a strong pain in my knee and cheek, I can feel the flesh wet and the heat of blood.
\- Where are my sisters? – I ask in sobs but Ignacio leads me walking in front of me and holding me tightly by the arm. Inside everything is dark and the silence is flooded by what is happening on deck. I hear men fighting and screaming and the sound of wood breaking during battle.
I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing, Ignacio takes my shoulders with both hands and places me on a wooden chair, in front of a small, elegant kitchen.
\- Mia, those men are mermaid hunters, somehow they knew they were with us, which means they know we are planning an alliance between mermaids and werewolves. It is not safe for you to be seen in this place, we must escape and avoid fighting. – He repeats to me.11- the sirens the origin
The gorgons, half monstrous birds, half murderous sirens, lived in the sea of fire. Nathalie went from being a mermaid, a nymph of the sea, to being the body where a monster lived, locked in the most remote caves at the end of the ocean. She used to go with Rossy to the Syrens meetings, and invoke the Luciferic demons of envy, chaos, entropy and destruction of everything beautiful and pure. Little by little, human sacrifices began, of men and women, and they began to transgress the teachings of Isis.