My Poor Unfortunate Soul

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I don’t know what happened.  I made a deal for true love and paid the price.  I was reduced to a pile of dust and then I watched my father attempt to use his magic to save me.  I died that day.  But being dead wasn't good enough for me.  I wanted death with the freedom of the living.  So when that witch died and her reduced dust form fell to the slimy sea floor I knew it was my chance.  I took her magic and soul and with it I swam from my watery grave.  Those mourning me screamed in terror.  I saw a few pull weapons drawn as well. I was faster than them, but highly outnumbered.  So I swam and swam till I came to that sunken ship.  There I rested. Now some might think that I would attempt to rebuild my reputation.  In fact several have told me to try and I did, really.  Of course none of them were around much longer to see my attempts.  When I first tried to go home I lost my left forearm and had to replace it. Since I am technically dead I of course do rot.  So I tried a few spells on this little fish I found mourning my death.  I stopped rotting and had a cute new pet.  Well that's from my point of view of course. Of course they all come along when the music starts.  They don’t have a choice.  I was told from birth I had a beautiful voice but people didn’t know its real power.  They hear the echo and think that it's a loved one in need.  Everyone hears something different.  They hurry along, to stupid to get help first.  And that's how they meet their end.

Author's Note

I wrote a Parody of Poor unfortunate souls for this Story. Maybe I'll post that later.