Far beneath the central waters of Thalassor's deepest trench—far from vaults, crowns, and thrones—lay a realm untouched by time. It was dark. Forgotten. Alive.
And it was calling to her.
The Siren stood alone in a vast cavern of jagged crystals and hollow shells, her long wet hair trailing behind her like a torn veil. Droplets clung to her skin, shimmering in a faint violet hue, the last trace of the vault's glow fading from her.
She blinked slowly, her gaze distant. She wasn't trembling from fear.
She was remembering.
And that was far more dangerous.
The voice in her head—soft and melodic—was no longer Dominic's.
It was hers.
"You are not a servant. You are not a pawn. You are not a gift left behind."
Her bare feet stepped into the shallow tide that crept through the cavern floor, the saltwater swirling with echoes of a time long buried.
Memories poured in like cold rain.
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Years Ago – The Forbidden Sea
She had once been called Lyrielle.
Not "the Siren."
Not a weapon.
But Lyrielle Thal'Cyr, first-born of the Sea Witches. A daughter of the Deep Choir, born with a voice that could make the sea weep and gods kneel.
The Siren Queen, Nearida, had once feared her.
That's why she silenced her.
That's why she ripped her name away and cast her into the vault like a broken relic.
And now… here she was again.
The legacy they tried to erase was singing back into her bones.
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Back in the Cavern – Present Day
The crystals around Lyrielle pulsed with soundless vibrations.
She stepped toward the heart of the cavern where a broken conch shell sat on a pedestal of bone coral. Old and cracked—but still breathing faintly with power.
Her hand hovered above it.
The moment her fingers brushed the shell, the cavern lit up like starlight under ice.
Visions crashed into her skull—
A court of sea witches chanting.
A circle of blood around a newborn girl.
A voice shrieking in fear.
And then… silence.
She snapped back, eyes wide.
The truth hit her like a wave.
She hadn't just been born with a voice.
She was the Song.
The original one.
The Deep Choir's final echo. Their cursed hope.
And Dominic?
He was waking something inside the sea.
But she?
She was waking something beneath it.
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Cut to: Queen Nearida's War Chamber
The queen was restless.
Her generals debated around the map table, their voices sharp and low.
She didn't care.
She could feel her.
"Lyrielle," Nearida whispered under her breath, like a name she wasn't supposed to say.
"She's remembering," the Leviathan General said, stepping beside her.
"I sealed her soul. I silenced her."
"You tried," he corrected her, eyes flicking with ancient irritation.
A tremor passed through the floor. Nearida's jaw clenched.
"She could unbind the Choir. If she sings again—"
"Then we'll have another war," the Leviathan said, "one not even the Trident can stop."
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Back in the Cavern
Lyrielle held the broken conch to her chest. Her heart was racing now—not out of fear.
Out of hunger.
Not for food. Not for power.
But for the truth.
If the Deep Choir's Song was still buried…
Then she had to finish it.
The sea had drowned her once.
Now it would listen.
She stood at the edge of the central pool, opened her mouth—
And began to sing.
No words.
Just a raw, haunting melody—one that bled through the cracks of the ocean like forgotten thunder.
Somewhere in the world above, schools of fish scattered. Seabirds screamed and flew from the surface. Ships groaned as if remembering something.
And deep in the vault…
Dominic flinched.
His breath hitched.
His heart skipped a beat.
That voice…
It wasn't just beautiful.
It was terrifying.
And ancient.
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Cut to: A Deep Chamber – The Sunken Choir Tomb
Miles beneath where even light dared to go, a temple of dead silence stood sealed.
And then—
CRACK.
The stones split.
Dozens of skeletal sirens—long dead—turned their empty sockets toward the ceiling.
The melody reached them.
They remembered.
And they began to rise.
The ocean groaned.
Not with waves. Not with storms.
But with voices.
Ancient. Hollow. Singing from the grave.
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Deep Beneath the Ruins of Thal'Cyr
Stone pillars cracked. Coral chandeliers shattered as long-dead sirens stirred in their glass coffins, sealed away centuries ago.
One by one, they sat up.
Empty eyes glowing.
Their mouths opened—but no sound came out.
They were waiting.
For her.
For Lyrielle.
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Above – In the Crystal Cavern
She stood at the center, arms raised, voice still echoing from the broken conch.
Her feet were barely touching the ground.
The water around her spun in slow circles—blue, purple, almost silver.
She was humming now. Low. Controlled.
But her song wasn't just a call.
It was a command.
And something was answering.
The floor of the cavern trembled.
Vines of kelp tore upward like tentacles, slithering across the edges of the walls.
Crystals cracked from the force of the sound.
Her eyes opened—glowing with pale, dangerous light.
"I remember now," she whispered.
Not to anyone.
Just to herself.
To the sea.
To the ones who tried to silence her.
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Cut to: Queen Nearida's Throne Room
The throne split in half as a wave of force hit the palace.
Guards fell. Tridents clattered.
Nearida rose from the rubble, golden crown tilting.
She looked east.
"She's begun the Choir," she said.
"Can we stop her?" one of her generals asked, bleeding from the forehead.
The Queen's eyes flickered.
"No. Not unless we find the Cradle."
"The Cradle's a myth," another said.
"No," she whispered. "It's where Lyrielle was born. It's where her real voice lives. If she reaches it first…"
She didn't finish.
She didn't need to.
They all felt it.
This wasn't just magic anymore.
This was something older.
Older than Poseidon. Older than Atlantis.
This was legacy.
And it wanted revenge.
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Meanwhile – On the Sea Above
Fishermen dropped their nets and stared into the waves.
The water had gone black. Not cloudy. Not dirty.
Just black.
Silent.
Then, ripples.
Then, bubbles.
Then—a hand.
It wasn't human.
Webbed fingers. Sharp nails. Glowing veins.
One siren. Then another. Then ten. Then hundreds.
All rising from the depths.
Hair flowing like seaweed. Bodies lit with the blue of death.
The Deep Choir had awoken.
And they weren't bound to any queen.
Not anymore.
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Cut to: Lyrielle, Kneeling by the Pool
Blood trickled from her nose, but she didn't care.
She'd touched too many old echoes too fast.
But the cost didn't matter.
She was no longer just Lyrielle.
She was the Voice of the Forgotten.
And the sea was listening again.
She looked into the pool—then deeper, into the rift below it.
Something moved there.
Not a siren. Not a beast.
Something older.
It stirred as if waking from a long sleep.
It looked up.
And it smiled.
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Cut to: Dominic, Elsewhere in the Sea Vaults
He collapsed against a stone wall, breathless.
"Aegirion," he said, eyes wide, "did you feel that?"
But Aegirion didn't answer.
He was staring out a broken window, skin pale.
"That's not just a song," Aegirion said quietly.
"That's a funeral."
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Cut to: The Surface – Warships Gathering
All across the southern ocean, ships began to gather—human navies, sea clans, mercenaries.
Everyone had heard the call.
Everyone was choosing a side.
Some wanted to stop the Deep Choir.
Others wanted to join it.
But they all knew one thing.
This war wasn't about the Trident anymore.
It wasn't even about Poseidon.
It was about who got to rule the sea once the old gods were gone.
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Back in the Cavern – Final Scene
Lyrielle rose slowly, voice silenced again, just for a moment.
She stared up, toward the ceiling.
"The throne you stole," she whispered, "wasn't built for you."
She closed her eyes.
"And the ocean hasn't forgiven you."