Siren's Song

Siren's Song

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"I am a monster....but at the very least I'm a monster with respect." Asda is a young siren who is about to fulfill her rite of passage: when a siren must choose a human to drown for the first time. It doesn't go as she expected. A month later, she is confronted with a difficult thought: she must help Hali and Lena - practically her little sisters - fulfill their rite of passages and become murderers. A dream from when they were young has now become her worst nightmare, inevitable as it may be. But a hope blossoming in the depths of her mind causes Asda to believe in the unthinkable. To do the unthinkable. As all three of them start to fall in love with their new lives and with promises of a changed future, they will also soon learn that every action has a reaction, and every choice has its consequences. BASED ON WRITING PROMPT - LINK: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/479281585338218555/?lp=true
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