I look in the mirror and see a pale face staring back at me. Sleek, black hair, black lips, perfect nose, I am the envision that most boys see of their dream girlfriend. The one thing they don't see in their visions is my eyes. My eyes are white, almost blinding to a mortal. I don't know why I'm afraid of the match I have to fight. Probably because I'm up against a ton of people I don't even know. Being a siren does make it easier, or so I hope. Someone knocks on my door, and I know that it's Kayla, my roommate here at the academy.
"Melody, come on, we need to be down there in twenty," Kayla says, popping her head in to see what the heck I'm doing.
"I'll be out in a minute, give me a few," I say, popping open a container that's next to me. I hear a click, and Kayla is gone. I pick up the bracelet inside and slide it into place on my wrist. I look in the mirror and I see a different girl. Not much has changed, still the same hair, lips, and nose. The one thing that changed was my eye color. They were now a velvet black, perfect to hide the white nature of my eyes. I open the door to find Kayla dragging me down the hallway to the arena. We get to the arena and the ceremony is just about to begin. Everyone is standing stiff and straight, in army formation, making a semi-circle if you were to look from above. We sit down in our seats just as the headmaster and headmistress walk onto the stage at the northern point of the battle ground. I am terribly nervous, because not all battles are so easily lived.
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