Annabella

The Siren Queen

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"Greet your enemies with a soft voice and sharp sword."

Leader of the Imperial Score

I'm not the damsel in distress.
I'm not your girlfriend or the frightened princess.
I'm not a little bird who needs your help to fly.
Nope..... I'm the bad guy.

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The magic of music is known by all cultures of every world. No one being exists entirely without music. It shapes and guides us by one way or another, and to grasp this magic is to have control over all ways of life.
This, of course the Sirens knew like no other beings before them. This let topple entire scores of dragons and beasts. They swayed wars and politics in their favor. Even convinced dragons to breach ancient rules to become overrun with secret, dark power. But complete power corrupts completely.
The Sirens, so sure in their reign, became foolish. They neglected to keep focused on the few of which their music was unable to persuade; those with hollow ears or lost destinies. Rare dragons unaffected by musical talent rose up to topple the Imperial Scores, and after a long and perilous battle, the remaining generals of the Rebellion burned down the Siren legacy.
And thus, maybe born of ignorance for the past's ability to come back and haunt those fools who thought forgetting it would make it go away. Or maybe it was just due to some cruel cycle of the world that brought back the dark magic.
The descent into madness started small, in ways many things do, with a hatchling. She was small, with shining purple scales that matched the shine of her shadowed eyes. Her wings, crystal colored and able to catch the light like a perfectly cut diamond. But her beauty paled in comparison to her voice.
Annabella's voice was a thing you could feel, something that touched on all of the senses. It was a physical thing that wrapped around her like a sheer cloth. The notes danced in the silver of her mane and across the fringes of her wings. By the time she was but a few months old, the songs of her people already lingered on her breath like a living thing, but this was just the beginning.
It did not take Annabella long to come into her powers, for she was a smart dragon and quick to dig into the scraps that were left behind of her proud heritage. She felt in her blood the power to rule. It breathed life into her bones and drew the very life into her magic, she began to form her plan.
Annabella made she to account properly for those of which her power would not effect and made sure to start small. She whispered sweetly to the Leader of the Wayward of which she was born into. A song of lulling, a simple tune for the mirror was trusting and kind. Ambrose turned over the reigns to Annabella without pause. The Imperial rewarded her by ruining her mind, it was risk she wasn't in favor of taking.
The next step of her plan happened by chance, for she needed another strong magic user, and while the Wayward was a clan of scholars and mages, none had the capacity for the scale Annabella was working on, or so she thought.
The spiral Comet didn't give off the wave of power a stronger mage normally would, but that was due to the source of her strength. A small bit of Shade was lodged firmly in her heart. Docile, maybe even playful like its owner, it gave Comet unforeseen power.
A test of strength was demanded by the Imperial and large sword was presented. Annabella was hoping for it to dance or something else mundane like the speckled green dragon before her. What she did not expect was for the sword to lighten and glow like a distant star. It gave off a feeling of evil and something else unnecessarily bad. Annabella loved it.
The song for Comet was harder, for the Shade in her heart resisted most of the louder, harsher tunes that the Siren presented. The trick was a playful tune and a child's song.
It was too much to hope that the changes would go unnoticed in their little community, especially in the Guardian that had taken Comet as her Charge. And thus, history began to repeat itself on all accounts. The Rebellion came to life against the Sirens once more.

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