my heart my sacrifice

To say Siren was worried for her children was an understatement, but she tried to remember their godly heritage. Maybe that was why she had been blessed with them to begin with. They were here to help see this madness to its end.

That was a good theory, except they all seemed to be plagued with the glowing sickness and Siren didn’t know how she could begin to fix them. Of course the herbalist in her tried to convince the pups to take their supplements but you could only give a sick puppy so many bitter herbs.

Siren fell into motherhood quite well despite the supernatural, and it didn’t keep her from wondering what growing up in a land of darkness like this would do to her two young children. The thought was often on her mind, especially as Siren prepared the evening meal and the nightly herbs she offered when any of the children turned up for dinner. Tonight she expected Albion and Scylla, but she never knew when Cerberus would be with them one night to the next.

A soft sigh left her lips as she refreshed the children’s beds and blankets from the ones stained with the glowing substance that plagued them.


"Siren Primrose Klein"