The Siren’s Rune Prologue

Here is the prologue to The Siren’s Rune.
I’d like to make a call out to all of my family and friends for encouraging me to write this story!
Thank you all, and enjoy the read.

 

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The Siren’s Rune—Prologue: Emelyn

 

Is this me? No it can’t be… I won’t allow it.

 

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, and I saw a gorgeous princess, someone who everyone else wanted to be.

 

The flawlessly smooth skin, the enchanting eyes, the flowing hair…it was all perfect—too perfect, like the painting of an angel.

 

With an elegant smile and some flattering words, men would flock to me, and I would occupy their every thought. I conversed with them in the ways of poetry, art, and song, but most importantly I knew when to hold my tongue.

 

My father, the king, held me in high regard and fawned over me as his most precious treasure. I possessed a powerful soul rune, a magical ability engraved into the hearts of every living thing. With it I could make anyone, be it woman or man, fall in love with me at first glance, but…

 

I always wondered…

 

Was it a blessing or a curse?

 

My half-sisters learned the way of runes—how to fight, how to kill, how to live—but I, a beacon of trouble and attraction, lived in the confinements of the palace walls.

 

Everyday, I had to muster the courage to hold my head high. My father brought suitors to me, and I danced with them.

 

But with each step, what was I really thinking?

 

I dreamed of scaling mountains…

 

I dreamed of slaying beasts…

 

I DREAMED of revenge…

 

But, I, Emelyn, would never have the chance…

 

That was until today.

The Siren’s Rune—Prologue: Emelyn

 

Is this me? No it can’t be…. I won’t allow it.

 

I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, and I saw a gorgeous princess, someone who everyone else wanted to be.

 

The flawlessly smooth skin, the enchanting eyes, the flowing hair…it was all perfect—too perfect, like the painting of an angel.

 

With an elegant smile and some flattering words, men would flock to me, and I would occupy their every thought. I conversed with them in the ways of poetry, art, and song, but most importantly I knew when to hold my tongue.

 

My father, the king, held me in high regard and fawned over me as his most precious treasure. I possessed a powerful soul rune, a magical ability engraved into the hearts of every living thing. With it I could make anyone, be it woman or man, fall in love with me at first glance, but…

 

I always wondered…

 

Was it a blessing or a curse?

 

My half-sisters learned the way of runes—how to fight, how to kill, how to live—but I, a beacon of trouble and attraction, lived in the confinements of the palace walls.

 

Everyday, I had to muster the courage to hold my head high. My father brought suitors to me, and I danced with them.

 

But with each step, what was I really thinking?

 

I dreamed of scaling mountains…

 

I dreamed of slaying beasts…

 

I DREAMED of revenge…

 

But, I, Emelyn, would never have the chance…

 

That was until today.

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