LC Satusi - The story of the siren

  Part 2 I started to slowly get used to my half-human life. Though at first everything and anything seemed to be full of unpleasant people and problems I had never even thought possible.    Only somewhat pleasant person I had met was so far Saeger, who very soon had told me about the small organization called Outlanders that he, too, was a part of. He seemed sure I should be part of it as well. He also tried to get me to tell my story to him but I saw it safer to stick to saying I only had a strange skin condition, that’s all.    Sunset Valley, despite the people, seemed to fit to me very well climate-wise. A lot of rain kept my scales healthy and I went swimming when I had a safe chance, often meaning nights or dawns when no one was on the move other than me. What humans considered bad weather worked often in my favour, as rain seemed to always make them hide away to their homes. I myself loved rai...

Part 1 It was dark… Cold… Cold…? I felt cold sand underneath my skin and my scales. So strange – my scales felt nothing like they should…    Slowly I opened my eyes, seeing… shore. Shore. I clumsily sat up. A moment – then my memory caught up with me. The ritual. My mission. And – I stared. I had seen them on so many humans so far, but to see – to feel – them now on myself… Legs. I had legs.   It was still dark out, the white sand all around me. I had awoken here, at this beach – I knew where I was. I took a moment, maybe few, to collect myself, staring at my new legs, at the shoreline.    My new legs were like those of a human’s, but mine were still covered with scales, the same dark blue ones as previously on my tail. My skin, my hair were still the same blue as always, and I knew my white eyes were still the same as well. Legs though – I truly had those, the ritual had worked. It had worked. ...