The Siren's Call

(Why am I writing this I need to work on Dirty Paws hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

This is a story from the point of view of two people- a Viking thrall (AKA a slave), Stephen, and a kelpie, Aria.

Chapter 1
Stephen trudged along the beach, his thrall collar weighing down on his neck and digging into his skin. His sweaty palms for once free. He knew he couldn't escape, though- the Vikings were surely watching him now, and they had swift horses. Even if he did manage to escape them, others would just see his collar and return him, and that would bring a punishment of 50 lashes with a horse whip. He trudged along, and picked up a piece of driftwood, chucking it at the rock.

Two, giant amber eyes blinked open.

Stephen screamed, a high-pitched noise that was uber-embarrassing. He ran away, tripping over himself. His foot hit a rock and he stumbled, falling onto his face.

That rock probably saved his life.

A coral-tipped stone spear pierced the sand in front of him, and Stephen glanced back in terror.

He saw a girl.

But she definitely wasn't human.