1st leader
Chooses her heir and as being the first leader she can choose which family (her own or other's) as the next heir and royal family
In the distant wood, a lone siren sang,
Her voice, once joined by many, now rang,
Alone she stood, her heart forlorn,
Longing for the company she'd been torn.
Her song, a plaintive wail of loss,
A plea to find her kin once more, she crossed,
And in her dreams, she'd hear their call,
Their voices echoing through the hall.
One moonlit night, a shadow crept,
A mysterious wolf, whose eyes did weep,
Tala, the female wolf, she was,
A guide, a leader, for all who'd pass.
With gentle steps and ears that pricked,
She neared the siren, her heart now mixed,
Part of her wanted to protect,
And part of her, to keep the secret.
"Fear not, my friend," the wolf did say,
"I've come to help you find your way,
To others like you, who feel alone,
And sing the songs that once were their own."
The siren, hope in her heart aglow,
Followed Tala through the wood, you know,
Where she found more sirens, just like her,
Their voices mingling, once more, as one.
The loneliness that once had gripped,
Now slipped away, like water piped,
For Tala, the female wolf so brave,
Had shown them all the path to save.
And so, they sang together now,
Their voices rising high, as one bow,
A testament to Tala's love,
Their leader, their guide, their dove.
And as they sang, they felt the tide,
Of loneliness recede, and pride,
In Tala's name, they'd sing their song,
And honor her, for all along.
For in the end, it was she who'd shown,
Them all that they were not alone,
And in the wood, their voices ring,
A testament to Tala's loving wing.
