The Song of Generations

 

Sophia stands and looks out across the ocean, the same spot she came to so many years ago when the Song of her Ancestors returned through her voice. She comes often, for with the Song came the Sight, she only has to close her eyes on this spot on the cliff to call upon the memories of the Siren that would come to give birth to her grandmother. She sees the young girl, a mirror image of herself, hiding in the forest while her sisters died, she sees her go back to the temple in the early dawn to collect up as much as she could carry, and then she buries these things in the woods.

Sophia returns to the round depression in the forest, the only patch of earth where nothing grows, and again she digs up the past. The earth yields hand carved wooden figures left behind by Odysseus’ men, here is a man, here is a horse, here is a small statue of a woman that she sees in her own mirror everyday. Today she is looking for a male statue, she has to be sure.

There is no denying that Sophia and her Daughter look like twins, both have eyes the color of a stormy sea when they are deep in thought, when they are happy and laughing these eyes become Agean blue. Their hair is similar in color, her daughter’s hair has more of a copper tinge than her’s, but otherwise it is the same. The grey streak in Sophia’s hair is the only identifying marker that she is the eldest of the two, Sophia is going on over two hundred years, her Daughter is only seventy or so, but they look no older than women in their twenties.

The man her daughter has brought home looks just like Sophia’s mate, dead these many years now, she sighs when she finds the wooden carving of a man, a statue carved thousands of years ago. It is Him. Sophia can see him as he sits in the bedroom with the Siren, he tells her “this is for you, so you will remember me”. He died on the island along with the rest of the crew, only Odyssues was permitted to leave, but before he died he planted a seed that would grow to be a generation of stunning women with beautiful voices, women that never aged and never died. The carving tells her that this man had family that waited for his return, that the generations of men that would come from this line would always hear the Song of the Sea.

Sophia wonders where her for formothers are if they cannot die as she walks back to the cliff with the statue in hand. She lifts her chin to the sun, breathes in deep the scent of ocean air, and looks down to the white rocks below. Her eyes turn storm grey as she realizes that there are more rocks than she remembers, she suddenly recalls a time when she first noticed that a new stone had traveled from the ocean to the shore, she assumed it was unearthed by heavy tides. Another mystery solved.

With her newfound knowledge Sophia looks to the heavens and laughs. She laughs at the circle of life, she laughs at the Siren’s, forever mated with the men of Odyssues’ Voyage, she laughs at the poor young man sleeping in the cabin in the woods, she is sure he is oblivious to his ancestory. The more she laughs the harder the waves crash onto the beach below, spraying Salt and Water as high as the cliffs. Salt and water, Sirens and Voyagers, Song and Legend. Sophia laughs again and says to the wind “we may have blood running through our veins, but in the end we are nothing more than Salt and Water ” and she turns and heads back to the forest.

The Wind carries her words back through time to a young girl who is quivering in the forest, and the girl with life in her womb cries tears of Salt and Water under the light of a Full Moon. The Wind moves on, searching for the whisper of another Legend.

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