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[alura]

[purple collar]


My name is Alura. I was discovered lying unconscious on the shores of Loch Ness. At the time, it was assumed that I was simply another foundling, but on the eve of my 13th birthday, the Siren's Song began. They were searching for me.

My new family, filled with terror should they be caught, hid me, taken with the very charm and beauty I so easily exuded; yet, so sadly lacking in their own offspring.

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Though I am mysteriously beautiful, it is my voice that holds men captive. When I sing, my heritage is apparent. Kingdoms have sent heralds to my family, begging that I be allowed to come their empires, destined to be the darling of the court. But still my family continued to hide me, knowing that I was so much more than just my voice. They sought to find a man who could love me, not just for my gift; but for every part of me.

I suppose that in physical appearance I am considered quite striking, though I tend not to dwell on it overmuch. I have hip length curly hair, white blonde with natural strawberry streaks. It is of a most unusual hue, which only furthers the speculation that I am not of this world, in a human way of speaking. My eyes are an odd golden-amber hue and when you look at them in a certain light, I have been told that it is like looking into a sea of golden satin with no end and no beginning.

Like most 'fair maidens of surpassing beauty' my lips are ruby red and my teeth are white and strong with no decay. My body is tall and slender, sleek with muscles and abundant curves; my buttocks small but rounded, like a ripe peach. My breasts are mouth-watering, barely a handful, but more than enough for most and yet; for all the beauty which I possess, even the meanest viellen of the field is lost to me.

While it is true that stories of the wonder of my voice have traveresed the five kingdoms, it is the small, dragonfly shaped birthmark high on my left cheek that most speak of, though they would never let me hear them. All but a few enlightened ones speculate that I must be a witch with a voice like mine and the damning mark on my face (I also have a larger one on my right buttock; no one knows that but me and my mother and sisters).

Yet only those closest to me hear the Siren Calls that drag me forth to my window each night. And to them, the villagers, I am not only a witch; I am birthed of the devil himself; his unholy spawn.

I am lonely. So lonely. Apart in my beauty and my gifts, and yet, for all my pain, I must remain calm and unmoved. For should I ever show any hint of shame or emotion, tragedy should surely befall me at the hands of those who believe the worst of me.

Every night, I still sit at the window and listen to the Siren's Songs, filled with an anguished sadness that mere words could never explain. All I can dream of is finding the father that I never knew. And every night, I go to bed as I arise. Alone.

Until tonight.

When I saw the shadows tonight, I was overcome with curiousity, despite my family's earlier warnings. I had never seen such a sight. There were lights flashing everywhere; what sounded like the trample of hundreds of feet. Thinking to hide in the shadows where I could watch, protected from harm, I snuck out to see what it was all about.

They struck swiftly.

Now, my path, my future and my very life are at stake. I don't know what lies ahead for me, but I do know this: I will never escape.

Somehow, they have taken me to another time and place and I know not the way home to my own century. How they did it is unclear to me, yet I know I am lost to my home forever.

Beware of my voice. For if I sing to you, you may well fall victim to my lures. The music my mouth makes is pure, unadulterated sex and many a man has dashed himself against razor sharp rocks at the songs of my mother and sisters.

Yet ,though my voice sings of sex and pure pleasure, I am an innocent, unknown by the hands of man or woman.

And that's what frightens me most of all. That what my voice has sung of since the day I could first put notes together may truly be who I am after all.

Even more frightening to me is that despite my own best intentions, I may soon discover it for myself.