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Entry # 1
greengirlmadster
Tears burned Sira’s eyes as she fled the burning room. Tapestries fell to flames, and the ceiling groaned and threatened to collapse. Clutching her grey cloak about her, Sira gazed one last time at the burning scene. She coughed violently, and hurried out the front door. Her three daughters were waiting for her outside. Sira motioned for them to hurry down the hill, away from their home.
Her husband had been the most powerful man of the village. Covered in red hair, he was often known as the Rusty Blade where he resided. His wife, Sira, was known for her beautiful voice and unnatural beauty. After nearly 20, more and more people noticed the bruises on her neck and face when she sang in public. Although the neighbors would never tell, they often heard screams and yells, coming from Sira’s house. After the Rusty Blade had fallen asleep after drinking, Sira had decided that enough was enough. It was she who had set their house afire, and the village knew.
Sira had three daughters, and they were her treasure. They had inherited their mother’s voice and beauty and with raven hair, pale skin, and green eyes. Sira slid down the grassy slope easily, for dew had covered the grass. Catching up with her daughters, they broke into a sprint, Sira leading them towards the nearby beach.
The wind was whipping the sea into froth, but the four ran into the waves and fell on their knees.
"Great Mother! I pray to you, Powerful Sea, save your daughters from the torture of Man's hatred!", Sira cried as the waves wrapped around her waist. "Venerable Goddess, grant your daughters safety from Man! We beseech you, Mother, to let us be yours for all eternity in exchange for this request." Sira gasped as a huge wave formed 20 feet out and swooped towards her with great speed not capable of a natural wave. She widened her eyes as it the shape of a 20 foot-tall woman formed.
The Sea Goddess turned her blue gaze down at Sira, and spoke three words.
"For my Daughters."
Sira heard this not through her ears, but through her heart. Her eyes filled with tears as she silently thanked to Great Mother. A wave swept over Sira and her daughters, and their clothes were ripped from their bodies. Scales crept up their feet and bound their legs together. More scales twined around their torso. Gills formed on their necks, and their teeth grew sharper.
Sira gasped and grabbed onto a nearby rock. She knew she was under the water, but the Mother spoke before she could panic.
“Daughters, your task is set. With your Voice as your weapon, you are free to purge this world of men. But be warned—you may only live by me, and if you disobey, the consequences are grave. I name thee Sirens, bewitchers of men throughout eternity.”
Sira gulped deeply and, still clinging to her rock, spoke three words.
“For my Mother.”