One Piece Episode 093-130 Subtitle Indonesia mp4 miniHD. Reupload: CZanime www.shinokun.org. Wanpis.093WendiShino.mp4 - 28.4 MB. Anime/Manga One Piece. Follow/Fav The Siren's Lullaby. By: RainDancerXx. In Greek Mythology, a siren is a winged woman who, by their sweet singing, lured mariners to destruction on the rocks surrounding their island. With their mellifluous voices, they are a force to be reckoned with. Kotone Reina has been given the epithet of a siren, and has.
|| The Siren's Lullaby ||
Prologue:
It was undoubtedly a tedious task; walking through the lawless zones of this man-made forest. Bandits and other ruffians ran amok here without being kept in check, which made it quite troublesome for anyone of any significance to pass through.
Most residents of this archipelago knew all too well that the lawless zones were not a place for the weak, and so the weaker did well to avoid it. But for others who wished to test their strength, or simply just did not care about the impending threat, they dwelled in these areas.
But there was one girl who, as she walked these forestry paths, seemed to stick out like a sore thumb.
Her hair was blacker than coal, reaching down to the back of her knees. It fluttered as she walked, like strands of woven shadow flickering about her shrouded form. Her eyes were a radiant glacial color, so light in color and so sharply florescent that it seemed as if one had carved iridescent ice into her eyes.
Her face was fair in color, as if it had scarcely felt the caress of the sun. It was smooth as well, giving it a porcelain like appearance. Such was the delicacy and apparent fragileness of this girl that any who saw her would briefly wonder of her intentions in the lawless zone.
Those who had seen her before never spoke to her, for they knew a secret that others did not.
Not much could be told about this girl, for only a scarce few knew her, and her appearance- aside from her hair and eyes- were all but a mystery, for she hid herself deep within a large trench coat with upturned collars. And, curiously enough, there upon her face was a scarf tightly woven.
It was fashioned as such to never be bothered by the wind or removed so easily by curious or prying hands. Perhaps an accessory such as an ordinary scarf should have been an otherwise irrelevant detail, but the odd and almost eerie air that this woman emitted made the citizens of Sabaody rather wary of her.
It was as if she were hiding something from them; keeping something hidden behind that scarf. Perhaps it was paranoia speaking, but more than one civilian of the village would claim that they had heard her speak to them, despite the obvious facts that went against that.
You see, this girl was mute. She never spoke; never made a single sound. But yet others claimed that she did. They swore up and down they had heard her. And then, with a peculiar look in their eyes, they would describe her voice.
Like a drug, some said. Such were the mellifluous susurrus of her voice that those who heard it seemed to fall under a spell; an utter bewitchment.
Most steered clear of her whether they believed the rumors or not, seeing as how she was a rather eccentric woman.
But the so called enchantress seemed to have no qualms with the obvious hesitancy of those around her. In fact, it worked to her advantage in some aspects.
She could travel somewhat unhindered through the lawless zones, despite the fact she was an obvious target for a bandit attack, seeing as how petite she was. The rumors of her devilish whispers were known even to the delinquents of this archipelago, and so they too steered clear of her for the most part. Grant it, there was the occasional bold group who made an attempt on her life, but each fell before her without her even touching them.
Spectators would claim they saw her pull her scarf down in battle. She would speak to her opponent, and they would suddenly go rigid and falter, collapsing before her without a seemingly apparent reason.
She would leave her enemies for dead, not seeming to care for their well being. They remained in a deep sleep, and nothing could seem to sever the effect her voice held on her prey.
And so she became known as the Siren; a wicked enchantress whose voice would lure men to their undoing.
The woman would, unbeknownst to others around her, smile under her scarf each time she heard the epithet even uttered.
If only they knew how close they truly were.