She stood on the rock, her piercing gaze searching the Ocean. As the Wind tied knots into her silky, chocolate colored hair, she saw what she had been anticipating- a ship. Slowly, she opened her mouth, and began to sing- an alluring song of hope. The ship turned towards the voice, and a malicious smile swept her face: her prize was near. Figures began jumping off their floating Hell, and began swimming frantically towards that singing, sweet thing of beauty- pale, ivory woman on the rock. The ship neared- her song turned dark, evil, chilling their blood. The cries of drowning men filled the air as her triumphant song dragged them under; hermagic ripped apart the planks of the ship. Alone now, she stood on the rock amidst the crimson waters- the Nameless Siren of the Dead.