As I looked out over the ice covered ocean, I heard a soft voice singingto my right. I followed the sound, the voice insnaring me in the beautiful yet sad tone. I came upon a young lad/maiden sitting on the rocky shore in rags, singing in the old tongue of our ancestors. A siren! I said, my voice causing the creature to stop singing and glance back at me, their mesmerizing eyes taken ng my breath away. I was smitten.
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