suddenly a black cloud come down from the sky

Screamed the Siren, I'm not afraid of you!

I'm not afraid of you!

Into the wind, and gnash, and disgusting sea; the sea into which the Manticore would soon fall, himself fearless, never to die.

But the Siren did not know what fear was, and so the Manticore showed it to her. A composition, ephereal, of loss and incorrection; of death and destruction you didn't mean to cause, but you are a beast, and people are afraid of you (you should be too); of fact:

you didn't do what you were supposed to do

.

Nothing drives legends like a calling.