The whisperers of the night had claimed that when a siren resided among the clouds and the blue skies for too long, the orange suns would burn their sable hair and paint it a red like the fiery blazes of heat. Valerine had never been in the twofolk world and she did not believe the tomfoolery of the whisperers. In her youth, her mother, the great siren Vetraya had told her that the men above would do terrible things if she was not careful. Yet the siren had taken the form of a man and with that, she had also taken the man’s pure brute and strength and physical appearance, his strong legs and tanned body all of her own. She would be invincible.
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Vallyn's Song - Scriptwriting Practice!
Int. Vallyn A man's weathered boot collides with blackened sand. Winds howl profusely, carrying specks of dust through the eerie atmosph...
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