Cursed Siren
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You know there was a time when I use to think that Sirens and Anti- Sirens were separated for a reason, until I realized that reason was why we lost so many people. I used to think that Anti-Siren's couldn't be trusted until I found myself trusting one. There was a time when I didn't trust any Siren because of my towns history until I found myself falling in love with one. I didn't think that my enemies where actually my friends, until I found the truth about my enemies. I used to think that you can always trust your loved ones till I found out that those closest to you are the ones you should fear the most. I used to think that heroes where the good guys and that villains were the bad guys until I realized that heroes and villains are just perceived differently to different people. I also used to think that when someone tells you they love you, you shouldn't be surprised by their want of keeping you closely no matter what until someone showed me that it wasn't called love but obsession. I used to think that I would find the one until I realized that the one was the one person that they hated but I loved. But the one big factor that was always lied so easily to my face was that I once thought I was human until I found out I was in fact the daughter of an Anti-Siren and Siren, the most powerful sea creature of all. My name is Sirenia Black and this is my story.
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