Writing Prompt Wednesday #1

Hey guys! I hope you're all enjoying my blog so far. I'm going to start this new thing where every Wednesday I'll find a writing prompt (I'll try to credit the original creator of the prompt) and I'll write a story about it. You guys can write along too and see what you come up with. I'll try to post these every Wednesday, but I may miss a few. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

50 Creative Writing Ideas (with Prompts) to Boost Your Inspiration
​Prompt: 3. Write from perspective of a mythological siren stuck on the rocky shore of an ocean, trying to lure sailors to their deaths.

Corasia didn't want to be a siren. Many members of her family frowned upon this, saying that being a siren was a great honor, but Corasia didn't feel it. She didn't like that her songs-one of the only things that filled her with joy-lured innocent people to their untimely demise. But, it was her job and she was a siren. She did have a family, waiting hungrily down below the rocks. So, she sang. But as she did, she couldn't help but wish that things could be different.
Within minutes of her song starting, her family was feasting on a plentiful crew of sailors. The poor people couldn't even see what was coming. Many of her family said Corasia's song was beautiful and sweet-amazing even for a siren, but Corasia didn't see what they were talking about. how could a song that killed be beautiful?
"Well done, Corasia," her sister Celasiese praised, blood running down her chin. "I might not even need to go out tomorrow."
"If you're not going, I will," her other sister-Calorirea-said, a horrible blood lust filling her eyes. It was particularly awful-as she already had a handful of corpses at her disposal. Corasia thought she was going to be sick.
"Are you okay, darling?" Corasia's mother asked, looking concerned. "You look as if you're about to be ill."
"I'm fine, mother," Corasia said. "I just need some air."
She got up, trying to not look at the mangled bodies in front of her. As she left, she heard Calorirea murmur, "I swear, she's messed up."
"She's gotta be the worse siren ever," Celasiese murmured back. At one time, these comments might've bothered Corasia, but now they bounced off of her skin as if they were no more harmful than a droplet of water.
She climbed to the top of the rocks, taking deep breaths and closing her eyes. Once she had steadied herself a bit, she opened her eyes and glanced around. The dense fog covering the cove hid almost everything from view, so she couldn't see much. But she didn't see any ships, so she did the one thing that always calmed her down-singing.
As she sat there on the rocks, humming a soft tune, she heard a splash. She paused for a moment, confused, before seeing the man's head bobbing in the water. Corasia sighed sadly and started humming again. It killed her, but Calorirea would be delighted.

The man started swimming forward strongly, and the closer he got the closer Corasia could see what he was seeing. Sirens lured people by what they wanted-not necessarily by their...well...physical attributes. There were some who saw visions of horrible, horrible things that cannot be described. Even Corasia did not mind killing these people. But when it was that of a man wanting peace on earth or a woman who wanted to bear a child-Corasia could hardly bare holding their heads underwater.
The man was close enough now so Corasia could see what he looked like. A strong face and build, piercing eyes, and black hair. Or was it brown? It was hard to tell when it was wet. She could also now hear him calling in a strangled voice, "Sara! Sara I'm coming! Hold on Sara I'm coming!"
As he got closer, Corasia could see a flash of a vision. Looking at it closely, she realized that it was a picture of a small child-a horrified look in her eyes-as she held her arms out to the man. A tower of fire poured down from behind her as a dragon swooped overhead. And Corasia heard the small child shriek, "Daddy! Help me! Save me Daddy!"
Corasia's voice was cut off as tears started pouring down her face. She couldn't do this anymore, not to this poor father who wanted-more than anything-to save his child. 
The man-who had reached the shore and had started to climb up the rocks-fell as the dazed sensation washed over him. Corasia ran over to him, kneeling by his side. 
His green eyes opened and-after looking dazed for a second-focused on Corasia's face. His face shifted into a scowl and in a gravelly voice he said, "Who are you? Where is Sara?"
"It was an illusion, everything's alright. Sara is fine," Corasia said.
The man sighed in relief. "Okay. Okay, good." He caught his breath then looked back up at Corasia. "Who are you? You have saved my life."
"I'm Corasia," she said.
"I'm Liam," he said, smiling a bit.
"Right," Corasia said. "Well, if you'd excuse me I must go."
"What? Why?"
"My family is waiting for me."
"Ah, I see," he said. "Family is the most important thing in the world, isn't it?"
"I guess," Corasia shrugged.
"You don't sound certain."
"My family isn't the best of people."
"I apologize."
"It's fine. It's not your fault."
"Do you really have to go back to them?" Liam asked. "If they treat you so terribly, why must you return?"
"Because I have to," Corasia shrugged.
"Not necessarily. You could come with me. I'm going on a great adventure-to make a better life for myself and my little Sara. I could use some assistance-especially from someone like you," Liam said. Corasia felt her face flush. "So? What do you say?"