This is a short story that is first in a series.

In a time of famine, with the magical and human worlds colliding, she swam from the depths of the sea, the last of her kind. Humans thirsted for control of Dark Waters leaving the Mermaid Kingdom in ruin.
Some magic should not be touched by mortal hands. Some of us are born to greatness and some corrupt it. The darkness that hides inside the human heart should never be given control of magic. My name is Lyria Aquamarine, the child goddess of Poseidon, the last of the merpeople. This is the story of how the Sirens came forth.