Her siren’s song could be heard for miles around. Many of the townsfolk were inexplicably drawn to her clear, distortion-free voice, and none were able to decline the call into the forest that her ethereal voice inspired.
As the crowd gathered in the clearing around the fire she had started, the town’s elder cautiously approached the beautiful siren and interrupted her song. “What is your purpose here, songwitch?” he bellowed.
“I am not a songwitch,” Kassa protested. “I am merely using the voice your gods have granted me to help you and your people connect with one another.”
“No,” the elder shouted. “You are a renegade who is using your voice to undermine my authority and call into question my leadership.
He waved his arms towards the growing crowd of townspeople gathering around the fire. “I know you are of evil purpose, songwitch,” the elder said. “You are here to spirit away these good people, to rob them of their free will, and to render me powerless in my own community. You must go.”
Kassa started singing again, even more beautifully than before. She pointed at the elder and the crowd surrounded him and began to beat him to death.
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