Siren (Boyxboy)

Siren (Boyxboy)

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Sye is a troubled boy, he is sent to a boarding school famous for 'fixing-broken-kids.' Sye gets stuffed into the old library attic as a welcoming party. Finding an old book with a watch in it. A pink watch. With flowers and sparkles. In a flash, Sye is suddenly sitting near a werewolf asleep near a big cherry tree. Pink puffy wings on his back and tight clothes on. The werewolf awaking beside him. The WANTED exiled werewolf, Vinmir. Sye is now a Siren. Mythical and dangerous in every way. The voice, the innocent look, and the innocent act that all Sirens do. All except for Sye. The watch is now a tattoo on Sye's wrist. Leaving no way to return to Earth. An Elf recruits Sye into the Rogue Elven Army. Now Sye wants to uncover the Empire's reason for enslaving the Sirens. Why are they forcing them to sing? Why are they doing all this? Now the real adventure begins... (Warning: if you do not like manga style chapter parts that build up the story, then don't read it. Thanks.)
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