((Logan and Amael started this back up. I'm encouraged to practice writing again; i.e., I'm bored, haha))
As the west gate of the arena opens, the roar of the crowd softens into silence as a woman slowly emerges in a daze. Even the youngest spectators recognize her, except for those lacking grandparents with stories of the terrible sirens. If anyone escape this day, those stories will grow one-thousand time across the kingdom, spread by young and old.
The siren--Leucosia--makes no pretense to hide her body. Important parts have been covered by the vengeful noble who delivered her, but she wears no armor nor cloak. Few winged creatures, such as she, willingly weigh themselves down. Leucosia's only adornments are the wooden shield attached to her right forearm and the lyre to her left, the leather attachments keeping her hands free. The only weapons she needs are her voice and her talon-like nails, though none have lived to tell of a siren using them.
As the enchantment upon Leucosia begins to wane and the haze over her mind eases, she instinctively moves her lips. Soon, the siren's dreaded song will incite a bloody path back the isle of Anthemoessa.
As the west gate of the arena opens, the roar of the crowd softens into silence as a woman slowly emerges in a daze. Even the youngest spectators recognize her, except for those lacking grandparents with stories of the terrible sirens. If anyone escape this day, those stories will grow one-thousand time across the kingdom, spread by young and old.
The siren--Leucosia--makes no pretense to hide her body. Important parts have been covered by the vengeful noble who delivered her, but she wears no armor nor cloak. Few winged creatures, such as she, willingly weigh themselves down. Leucosia's only adornments are the wooden shield attached to her right forearm and the lyre to her left, the leather attachments keeping her hands free. The only weapons she needs are her voice and her talon-like nails, though none have lived to tell of a siren using them.
As the enchantment upon Leucosia begins to wane and the haze over her mind eases, she instinctively moves her lips. Soon, the siren's dreaded song will incite a bloody path back the isle of Anthemoessa.
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