A rift of chance
" A siren in the water? Is a siren some sort of fish or something?" Donatus asked in a bid to brake the silence. " Yes a pink siren in the water. A fish perhaps, but a man eater in real form. Narcissus kept on gazing at the waters all day and all night. He didn't bother to eat or drink, he was making up for lost time and kept on emaciating. The siren hated that her target was loosing flesh in places she had wanted her canines to sink in but she loved it that he was going to be easy for her to pull into the waters with a single grab. The journey to make up for lost time lasted for many days without food and water. All he did was lay by the shores of the stream and stare, just like you had laid on this bed all this month." I said gazing slightly at Albert. Who seemed to gaze at Donatus in confusion.