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I don't know where I came from. Nor do I know who I am. All I have is this birthmark... |
| [Introduction]
The town of Lorchon was a dreary one, with a dull, rounded landscape, and a dimly lit sky blocked out by a ceiling of grey clouds. It had cobblestone and dirt roads that rarely saw a horse or caravan, as well as houses that were dark and mysterious. It was a small and intimidating hamlet, but something just drew me in. The first welcoming thing I noticed was a tavern named 'The Sleepy Owl'. Instantly I headed inside, pulling up my robe's hood so shadows would disguise my face. The moment I entered, I heard voices all around me, there seemed to be alot of people here. I thought about turning to leave until someone called out to me. "Welcome!" A female voice greeted me, I looked up to face the bartender. She was a thin, curvatious women with long, platnum blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. She wore a low rounded neckline that exposed quite a bit of her cleavage, "Come on in stranger, welcome to The Sleepy Owl!" I sat at the bar in front of the woman and ordered a light drink. "Coming right up!" She cooed, "Hey missy..." "Yes?" I responded, my voice quiet. "Why do you have your hood up, it's not proper edicate, you know." My heart stopped a bit, if I took off my hood, I'd be... "Yes, I... I know that, I'm sorry..." I mumbled. "I have to ask you to take it off." I froze, and decided not to refuse. "OK..." I said, sliding the hood down, revealing my face. My face was, more or less, dark white, maybe a hint of grey in my complexion, with dark shadows around my eyes and full, dark lips that were almost black. My eyes were a piercing yellow, a colour you don't find on most people, with hip length balck hair that was pulled over one shoulder. I had to admit, I didn't know what how she was going to react, and I braced for the worse. She gave me a strange look and observed my face, "Well, that's nothing to be ashamed about, deary. I'll have your drink in just a second." I let out a quiet sigh and looked down at my reflection in the drink. What am I? Where did I come from? And why don't I look normal? |
| "So, what's your name?" She asked me, "My name's Gloria Evans." "I'm Lunette." I said with a polite bow of my head. "That's a pretty name," Glora mused, "And what brings you here?" "I..." I paused, was it really a good idea to tell this woman about who I was? "I don't know who I am exactly." "Oh?" Gloria asked, "You lost your memory?" "Yes..." But it's not that simple... |
| " Well whatever what’ll ya have?" the woman beamed "Jest Water please." I no longer wanted to drink ale but my throat was so parched. The waitress twirled around and walked to the kitchen. The bar was loud. Many men dancing and singing it was a relief to be around so much merriment. A woman approached the stage. She had long black lochs of hair streaming down her back. Her skin was snow wight. She wore a simple dress but her beauty made it seem fit for a queen. Once she was on stage the whole place went silent. I could here my own heart beet. When she started to sing there was definitely no mistaking it. She was the one I was looking for |
| She was the splitting image of myself, well... a part of myself, I suppose. She looked much like me, with full lips that were either naturally darkened or professionally darkened by makeup. Her song was soothing, one that could draw anyone into a trance of reminising ectasy. I rose, getting a good look at the woman, and quickly glanced over to the bartender who seemed to hover over the bar around me. "Who's that?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the singer. "A beauty, ain't she? She's a singer who calls herself the Moonlight Siren." "Moonlight Siren?" I mused, staring at the woman in disbelief. The moon? It had to be someone that was like me. Someone like myself could only understand due to my experience with the moon. "That's right." She said with a smirk, "She comes down here every two weeks to preform on our stage, she says she likes it here..." I bit my bottom lip; this was it. The answer I had been waiting for, this woman would no-doubt know the answers... But maybe I shouldn't have kept my hopes up. |
| The more I watched her the more things I noticed were different. My hair was pine start while hers were curly. And her eyes were so different from mine; they weren’t even the same colour. After the show I decided, that’s when I will talk to her. For some strange reason listing to her song made me fell better. All the pain from walking here drifted away like a petal on a river. Was that another difference between us? I know I can't do that with jest my voice alone. (I'm sorry! I didn't know what to right change this if you want!) |
| I watched her in interest, hanging off every lyric that escaped her lips. "She amazing." I commented, in awe. "Yeah," Gloria agreed, "I'd give anything to have a voice like that." --- Once the woman left the stage, I went up to her, my hood pulled back up in embarassment. For some reason, it felt un-unique of me to have the exact same complection of this stranger. "Um, Moonlight Siren?" I asked, not knowing what to call her. "Hm?" The woman asked, turning to greet me, "Oh are you a fan too?" Her tone was a bit self-absorbed. "Yes, you have a lovely voice." I said truthfully, "May I ask you a question in private?" I asked her. She looked confused. "In private, what's wrong with discussing it here?" She asked me, her lips curved downwards into a disappointed frown. "It's kind of private." I muttered, "I'm sorry if this sounds awkward." She looked thoughtful, "Come on, my house isn't far from here, we can talk then." I looked at her, extremely grateful, "Thank-you." I said with a little bow. |
| "I'm sorry." Anglia said looking at the ground. " I got the idea of this character from a book." I felt crushed but a new fire burned inside of me now. "Were is this book. Maybe I can find out more from it." It worried me when she didn't rise her head," The story was not about a race of people, it was about a powerful woman. Long ago she defended the world from destroying itself. But she disappeared and never returned. Her beautiful song never once filled the air again." She reached under her chair and pulled out an old brown book. "My grand father tout me how to read the old script so if you need any help.." The rough cover made me feel strange as it rubbed up agents my skin. I slowly opened the cover to see all these lines and markings that I some how understood. "I'll make you a deal, I'll travel with you and you take my book!" "W..W..W..Wha?" I stammered "I wanna get outa here so I'm using you. Well good night." and with that she ran to her room. Unwillingly I was forced to have a traveling companion. I let out a deep sigh. The words filled my head and sprang to life. "Who are you Moon light siren?" |
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