Temptation of the Ocean

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It was the dead of night, and Tommy was still awake.

He was outside, in the forest clearing nearby.

He sat upon the grass, the tips of his fingers brushing against the dew of the lime blades.

They were a much darker shade now. I mean, it was night after all.

And then it hit him;

His date of birth was coming up soon.

He knew what would happen soon after; he would become 18, and he would no longer look like a child.

It's something that does with sirens - they tend to look more like adults once they're of age.

Sirens tend to go through some sort of glow-up after that, they would look completely different.

Sirens are known to be beautiful, correct?

Those are the ones that went through the adult trade. Tommy was eventually going to end up similar to that.

However, he was concerned as it would raise the suspicions of his family.

He sighed, laying on the grass.

He wasn't able to swim now, but the dewdrops could sustain him.

The ambience of owls and trees waving lulled Tommy, his eyelids drooping.

Eventually, he gave in, allowing the sleep to welcome him.

He was welcomed with some sort of scenery laid out.

Wait.

This was too familiar.

No, not this dream.

Not fucking again.

Fire rose in the forests, his tail behind himself.

Well, his younger figure.

He was 6. Fucking 6 years old.

Luckily, he was tall for his age (not as tall as Wilbur,) so he was able to evade the enemy.

Miraculously.

(shocker!!)

His younger self ducked behind a tree, pressing their back against it's hind.

He was panting, gasping for air. That sprint would have left him breathless.

He then inhaled sharply, not making a sound.

Distantly, grass was being trampled.

one.

step.

two.

step.

They were getting closer.

Feet were being stamped onto the ground, producing a heavy sound.

It got closer and closer.

His heart began beating faster.

His chest rose and deflated, in time with the distance between the steps.

Torches ran past, yells of commandment following suit.

Soon, there was no sound.

His younger self whimpered, sliding down onto the grass.

He shook in fear.

He couldn't move. He can't. They were going to come back. It always happens.

He huffed, shaking his head.