Here's the thing, Siren's don't drown. We push everyone underwater, so we stay afloat. Even if that means the drowning of another Siren. We live by a saying. In order for one to float, one must drown. For most of you, "Titanic," probably comes to mind. Yet, with Sirens, there is none of that lovey dovey, let-me-sacrifice-myself-so-you-can-live, crap. We don't love, we flirt. If by some rare moment, that we fall victim to so called, "True Loves Kiss," we lose our abilities. What can I say. Love is powerful. Love is to Sirens how Kryptonite is to Superman. We don't do love. End of story.
My story isn't happy, Sirens do not get happy endings, or happy beginnings. Yet, we do get happy middles. That's when we can flaunt our flirty personalities all over town, and get whatever we want. Speaking of which, if you don't have a big enough brain to piece together what a Siren is, or haven't been subjected to the myths and stories, then let me tell you how the Greek thought of us. They thought of us, as a lesson. Don't believe what you see on the outside, for on the inside, it may be the darkest form of evil you have ever seen, heard and never touched, because no one ever laid a hand on a Siren. Sirens are beautiful, with a bright outside, charming, amazing. That's why the sailors in Greece rode their ships straight into the rocky shore of my ancestors island. That and the fact that our voices are so alluring. Singing combined with beauty equals danger in it's purest form.
There are a couple things about this that are wrong, although they had gotten it pretty spot on. Not all Sirens are girls. Like me, as proof.
Anyway, here this is where my "fairy tale" begins.
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Sirens Don't Drown
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