Awakening of Protaris: Embracing the Siren Within
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You breathe in the salty ocean air as you stroll along the Californian beach, the waves lapping gently at your feet. The sky is a brilliant blue, dotted with white, fluffy clouds, and the sun beats down warmly on your skin. To your left, you notice a nearby rocky island, jutting out of the water, surrounded by cliffs and treacherous rocks. You've never seen any signs of habitation there, no humans, no animals. It’s as if the island exists in a bubble of solitude.
A sense of curiosity washes over you. You decide to swim across to the island. The water is cool and refreshing as you dive in, the current gentle. With strong strokes, you make your way to the rocky shore and pull yourself up, water streaming off your body. You take a moment to catch your breath and look around. Something is strange about this place, something otherworldly.
As you explore, you feel a sudden tingling sensation spread over your body. The air around you seems to shimmer with a mystical light. Before you can react, a force grips you, and you fall to your knees. Your legs are growing numb. No, not just numb—changing.
Your legs start to fuse together, the bones and muscles shifting and melding into one another. You gasp in shock, but no sound escapes your lips. Your skin begins to bleach itself, transforming to a violet hue, your chest and belly taking on a pale, white underbelly. Your heart races as you watch your limbs reshape, your new sleek, powerful tail stretching out with a fish fin forming at the end. Smaller fins sprout by your torso, aiding in your newfound aquatic nature.
A sharp pain erupts in your neck. You claw at it desperately, feeling slits form on each side, opening up like gills. You try to draw breath, and to your surprise, the air rushes in, cool and refreshing.
"No! This isn't happening! I don't want to be a monster!" you cry out, though your voice sounds thinner, more melodic than before.
Your fingers contort, your fingernails sharpening into retractable claws. Your hair lengthens, cascading down to your shoulders, now a darker, wilder shade. You feel your ears morph into fins, your human nose shrinking away, leaving only your nostrils. Your teeth sharpen into lethal fangs, made for tearing flesh. And on your forehead, a strange appendage grows, pulsing with a bioluminescent light—an anglerfish-like lure to see in the fog and the dark.
Blackness washes over your eyes, coloring them completely. Your vision shifts, becoming keener, sharper. The world appears different, the light playing off the water in new ways.
A voice echoes in your mind, "Stop resisting, child. Embrace your true self."
You shake your head, trying to hold onto your human memories, but they begin to slip away like sand through your fingers. The island's spell is powerful, and it claws at your human consciousness, erasing, replacing.
"What is this place?" you wonder aloud, but the words come out in a language you don’t recognize. Or do you? The language feels strangely familiar, comforting.
"Wake up, siren," the voice continues. "Your human life was but a dream."
Memories flood back, memories of being loved and cherished by your parents, who were also sirens. You recall the tragic day in the 8th century BC, when Odysseus, that so-called hero, slaughtered your kin, slicing off their tails and leaving them to drown. You see your parents’ faces, their desperate eyes.
"Mother, Father, I'm sorry," you whisper, now fully understanding the pain you’ve carried for millennia.
As the transformation completes, you no longer recognize the terror of the human you once were. That life was a mere illusion. You, Protaris, son of the sea, are awakening.
"Protaris, my love," a siren voice calls out—a voice you know all too well. Your siren wife, her beauty unparalleled, swims up to join you, her tail gleaming in the light. “Did you have the human dream again?”
"Yes," you reply, your voice now calm, flowing like the waves. "But it’s over now. I’m awake."
Your siren children appear, their laughter musical. You gather them close, your heart swelling with pride and love. This is your family, your legacy.
"Papa, can we sing to the sailors now?" one of your children asks, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Yes, little one," you say, smiling. "Let’s show them the beauty of our song."
You and your family rise to the surface, your haunting melodies filling the air, the spell of your voices leading unsuspecting sailors to their doom. To you, they are the barbarians, and you, the keeper of the ocean’s peace, are merely reclaiming what was taken.
With every note, every haunting melody, you are content, complete. This is what you were meant to be. A siren, a protector of the realm of the sea, a guardian of the ancient ways.
As you embrace your true nature, the human dream fades completely, and you live in the eternal reality of the sea—now, and forever.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli10 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
AI Prompts
Prompt: Write the POV transformation story of the male human turning into a siren (a mythological man-eating mermaid) male, complete with body changes (his human legs fusing to become a mermaid tail with a fish fin at the end (as well as small fins by the sides close to his torso), his skin bleaching itself to be violet in color with a white underbelly (chest and belly), his body becoming lean and athletic, three gill slits forming on each side of his neck (to allow him to breathe underwater in addition to air), his fingernails sharpening into claw-like nails (which can retract to avoid scratching other sirens), his hair lengthening to reach his shoulders, his human ears turning into fins in their place, his human nose shrinking away to leave only his nostrils, his human teeth growing and sharpening into a predator's rows of teeth/fangs, an anglerfish-like lure growing on his forehead (to aid him in seeing in the fog and in the dark), his human eyes darkening to be completely black in color, etc), voice change, supernatural powers gain (gaining him the ability to make hypnotic and hauntingly alluring/melodious voices/songs to attract his victims, the ability to shapeshift to resemble his victims' loved ones or desired love to attract his victims (only the upper half of his body like the torso, arms, and head can shapeshift, so he usually hides his tail behind any object (rocks, etc) or under water) to attract victims, immortality so he cannot die from age nor diseases/viruses (since he is an immortal creature who had lived since during 40th century BC), and other powers to fit his species as a siren), age change, and mind/mental changes (with the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with a male siren's personality and memories, despite the reader's best efforts of fighting his/her new personality and memories, making the reader completely forget he was a human being, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago, and only remembered ever being a male siren, realizing that he had always been a siren and never a human to begin with, and realizing that he was daydreaming about being a human before he awoken to his true self (a siren)). The story is that the human reader is taking a stroll on a Californian beach and found a nearby rocky island surrounded by cliffs and rocks that was strangely not inhabited by any humans or other animals, so he takes a swim and goes to the island, only to feel the island (which actually closely resembles Sirenum Scopuli, a mythical island off the coast of Greece that was filled with sirens where the sirens lived and lured sailors to their deaths) literally changing him through a spell, causing his whole transformation into a siren to occur. After the physical transformation, which is terrifying to the human, the mind/mental change occurs, making him terrified of losing himself to the creature he is transforming into (he doesn't want to turn into a monster, let alone a creature that has eaten humans according to mythology); however, something in the human's, now the siren's, mind tells him that he is simply waking up from his false human life, which was not real and was only the dream that the siren himself had, before he started snapping out of it. After all that, he realized that he had always been a siren (which he realized, by now, are not monsters) since his birth (as a siren, his true self) in the seas off the coast of Greece during 40th century BC, having remembered being loved/cherished by his kindly/gentle parents, who were also sirens, before, when he was a teenager, this parents and the other sirens were tragically killed in Sirenum Scopuli during 8th century BC by the Greek "hero" Odysseus, king of Ithaca, who (along with Odysseus's crewmates), are not heroes to the sirens and are viewed by the sirens as villains (especially Odysseus himself), since didn't spare the male siren's family or the other sirens (despite the sirens' plead) and Odysseus (and his crewmates) had cut off his family's tails (as well as tails of the many other sirens) before dumping his family to the ocean to drown (since they couldn't swim without their tails), with few remaining sirens, including the male siren himself, having survived the genocide, and since then, the male siren has become avengeful for his parent's deaths against humans, who he sees are barbaric due to what they did to his parents and the many other sirens. Since then, the male siren has migrated to that island (the one where he dreamed of his false "human" life) that is located off the coast of California, where he since had company with his siren wife (which he genuinely loves and cares for) and his siren children (which he also genuinely loves and cares for, even playing with them and protecting them against harm), and he and his loving/cherished family had always been together devouring humans who either came to their island or got too close to their island, even to modern times (21st century). He is truly happy about his current life with his siren family, with a loving wife and playful children, and is happy to have never been human to begin with (since he knows that humans are barbaric monsters, and he is happy to know that he has snapped out of his human dream and back to his reality), with he and his family always having hunted human sailors who either came to his family's island or got to close to the island. There should be quotes from the characters in this story, from the human himself (as well as his siren self), as well as quotes from the siren male's family, and also include the quotes from the siren male's flashbacks (including quotes of those of his parents, as well as quotes of those of Odysseus and his crewmates, and quotes of those of the human prey/victims hunted by the male siren and his family), so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking (even including a name for the siren male once the transformation is over). Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: You breathe in the salty ocean air as you stroll along the Californian beach, the waves lapping gently at your feet. The sky is a brilliant blue, dotted with white, fluffy clouds, and the sun beats down warmly on your skin. To your left, you notice a nearby rocky island, jutting out of the water, surrounded by cliffs and treacherous rocks. You've never seen any signs of habitation there, no humans, no animals. It’s as if the island exists in a bubble of solitude. A sense of curiosity washes over you. You decide to swim across to the island. The water is cool and refreshing as you dive in, the current gentle. With strong strokes, you make your way to the rocky shore and pull yourself up, water streaming off your body. You take a moment to catch your breath and look around. Something is strange about this place, something otherworldly. As you explore, you feel a sudden tingling sensation spread over your body. The air around you seems to shimmer with a mystical light. Before you can react, a force grips you, and you fall to your knees. Your legs are growing numb. No, not just numb—changing. Your legs start to fuse together, the bones and muscles shifting and melding into one another. You gasp in shock, but no sound escapes your lips. Your skin begins to bleach itself, transforming to a violet hue, your chest and belly taking on a pale, white underbelly. Your heart races as you watch your limbs reshape, your new sleek, powerful tail stretching out with a fish fin forming at the end. Smaller fins sprout by your torso, aiding in your newfound aquatic nature. A sharp pain erupts in your neck. You claw at it desperately, feeling slits form on each side, opening up like gills. You try to draw breath, and to your surprise, the air rushes in, cool and refreshing. "No! This isn't happening! I don't want to be a monster!" you cry out, though your voice sounds thinner, more melodic than before. Your fingers contort, your fingernails sharpening into retractable claws. Your hair lengthens, cascading down to your shoulders, now a darker, wilder shade. You feel your ears morph into fins, your human nose shrinking away, leaving only your nostrils. Your teeth sharpen into lethal fangs, made for tearing flesh. And on your forehead, a strange appendage grows, pulsing with a bioluminescent light—an anglerfish-like lure to see in the fog and the dark. Blackness washes over your eyes, coloring them completely. Your vision shifts, becoming keener, sharper. The world appears different, the light playing off the water in new ways. A voice echoes in your mind, "Stop resisting, child. Embrace your true self." You shake your head, trying to hold onto your human memories, but they begin to slip away like sand through your fingers. The island's spell is powerful, and it claws at your human consciousness, erasing, replacing. "What is this place?" you wonder aloud, but the words come out in a language you don’t recognize. Or do you? The language feels strangely familiar, comforting. "Wake up, siren," the voice continues. "Your human life was but a dream." Memories flood back, memories of being loved and cherished by your parents, who were also sirens. You recall the tragic day in the 8th century BC, when Odysseus, that so-called hero, slaughtered your kin, slicing off their tails and leaving them to drown. You see your parents’ faces, their desperate eyes. "Mother, Father, I'm sorry," you whisper, now fully understanding the pain you’ve carried for millennia. As the transformation completes, you no longer recognize the terror of the human you once were. That life was a mere illusion. You, Protaris, son of the sea, are awakening. "Protaris, my love," a siren voice calls out—a voice you know all too well. Your siren wife, her beauty unparalleled, swims up to join you, her tail gleaming in the light. “Did you have the human dream again?” "Yes," you reply, your voice now calm, flowing like the waves. "But it’s over now. I’m awake." Your siren children appear, their laughter musical. You gather them close, your heart swelling with pride and love. This is your family, your legacy. "Papa, can we sing to the sailors now?" one of your children asks, her eyes bright with excitement. "Yes, little one," you say, smiling. "Let’s show them the beauty of our song." You and your family rise to the surface, your haunting melodies filling the air, the spell of your voices leading unsuspecting sailors to their doom. To you, they are the barbarians, and you, the keeper of the ocean’s peace, are merely reclaiming what was taken. With every note, every haunting melody, you are content, complete. This is what you were meant to be. A siren, a protector of the realm of the sea, a guardian of the ancient ways. As you embrace your true nature, the human dream fades completely, and you live in the eternal reality of the sea—now, and forever.
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