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// The Final Ode 
// Story: The Death of a Siren 
// by TimeRarity64 
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The light was so warm and embracing, its gentle caress against my skin soothed me while it shimmered down upon me with its everlasting rays of light. Though, I was staring upon the edges of the cliff sitting on the swing of this old cherub tree, I listened closely to her who stood at the edge in her beauty. She began slow and settled, giving not just me but the sky a note of her ode. Her voice was the taste of honey that formed into a soothing symphony and as she strung her bow against the chords of her hymn, it was in bask of a great aurora of love, warmth, and sadly pain. When you listen to a Siren, you will not just hear her calling out to you to your doom...you hear the pain in her voice that only strings to her loneliness.

When she first came here to this small rural town, no one truly understood her. She barely spoke in class, stood in the back from the teacher's and student's eyes, and kept no contact with the others. She seemed perfect, great to be a ghost of the school where she could be hit by a bus and no one at Canterlot High would even mourn for her. She was better off that way...in just being a ghost. Until she made her chance to shine into the living. 

She was slow at first, making a chance to share her goal to commune with others and as I watch her struggle through, many pushed her away. They all treated her like a fool. I frowned at this, it was not the first time someone like her wanted to make friends or be somebody. When you want to make friends, you need to prove your existence. Sometimes fighting or relating with a particular fad would start you fresh, but the way she did it was sad. She had no experience, she had no clue what anyone talked about, and she was lost.

It was sad...

And yet I found it hard not to laugh.

So she tried...and tried...and bled...and cried. And still it was funny. I watched her still get up and continue to be alive. To have that sense of existence. To make the world know she was here, even if it meant her earning a cold...miserable...shoulder. The teachers scolded her, the students mocked her, and the principles were blinded with their work, they didn't know she even existed. It was perfect, she was the perfect victim.

I...pity her.

Then she had that moment any lonely school girl would have, that moment to shine. She sung in a choir finally, causing the students to become awe, the music teacher was stunned, and I was...allured. It could be wise of me to use such a big word for you, but I was infatuated with her voice. It was beautiful, overwhelming, pulling me in like a siren. Her voice was dulcet and her tranquil smile was almost as if she was actually amiable. The bullies of hers from yesterday, became the false friends of hers today...

And I could not help but find...it...repulsing to say the least. She was...imperfect...but wonderful at the same time. However, I knew this wouldn't last long enough...for even we can be like Icarus, and smack down hard by Apollo's fury.

Days...weeks...this siren sung for many and I only watched. Her skin uncoiled, her silent nature was no longer quiet, and the happiness she contained was tainted by a lie that lied in her voice. Sure, she sung beautiful, but she sung to the wrong crowd. They did not deserve to hear her out, but sadly...she was too lost to even notice what they actually was seeking out of her. And how her voice was so compelling to them all.

As she grew her melodies, I sat and only listened. You see, there was something they all failed to see in her, and it was the message in her voice. She was crying...without shedding tears. Those lovely notes being given to us all were simply sad letters forming words, where the words formed only a sign to her suffering, and opened my eyes and ears to watch and listen. They listened to what they felt, but I listened to how she felt, and it was there...she discovered the saddest thing about her that made her regret ever gaining the attention she had always yearned for.

Suffering.

And it was still hard not to laugh at it.

I bet you think I'm the most horrible person in the world...honestly...you don't even know me like I knew this girl.

I knew her schedule, figured out her notes, and watched the places she mostly stays away from and goes to. She was an angel, always trying to be good, but she was a suffering one,only able to sing to the wrong crowd about her pain, how she truly feels with this world. How she truly feels towards the world? The world that cast her to the sea.

So I let time play its chorus and the crowd clap their beats, for as long as she could sing, I was still the second person who knew what she was trying to mean. You would have problably wanted to hold her, talk to her, or ask her out, but literally, you know wouldn't have in the first place. All you'all be focused on...is just her voice, but not her until I bring it up. She is like us...she is searching for something in this sad world, but no one is helping her find it. Why should I help...? Because I knew...that she knew she was all alone and shall always be.

So we are here now, after a whole year, where Fūjin blew his winds with his harp and the old tunes of the chorus of Fates played their melodic chords and notes. This was the final stage as the only crowd before her was the sky, sea below the cliffs, and me. She sung...slowly...crying down where her tears would drop into the heartless sea of Poseidon.

And I simply just watched, swinging back and forth slowly on the swing attached to the branch. The sun shined upon her now, and thus her final ode was done. The epilogue was concluded and she looked back...at me.

She knew...that I only listened to her the entire time and did nothing to accommodate her persistent to exist. I did not frown, I did not smile, and I did not turn away. We look at each other and our gazes did not break. She stepped back and my swing stopped with me. And I watched her...slip away with a smile...

She was free...and no longer suffer.

The winds all died out and the symphony that played along her melodies were gone. She had finished...it was last thing I ever heard from such a beautiful creature. Sunset Shimmer...my name was the last I heard...from her. Adagio...

And I still...couldn't help...but smile. 




To Be Concluded 

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