Someone was singing. A child. A girl. Darkness parted as the singer stepped through, pushing aside the black like low-hanging limbs of a tree. She hummed a tune. It sounded familiar. Achingly familiar, some ancient tune about a creature. About a bird.
Cry, little birdie, cry
They still refuse to hear
Cry, little songbird, cry;
Wake up those empty ears.
A dull thud punctuated the end of her song. Then another and another, footsteps, booted and heavy, stalking, running, charging toward her. The girl's silver eyes widened. Her hums continued, trembling. Words floated along to the melody, quiet and echoey as though someone else were singing them.
So cry, little birdie, cry
Awake them with your song.
A bang shot through the darkness and the girl whirled around, long ebony hair whipping through the air. A new pounding thundered in the air: her heart. It beat louder and louder, frenzied and fast. The girl stopped humming and crouched low to the ground, knees trembling as she drew them to her chest. Her silver eyes stared, piercing. Her lips formed words, though this time it was not song that escaped.
Help me.
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Flight (new version)
FantasyPart I of the Land of Green and Gold Trilogy The war between humans and Elder has ended in the disappearance of magic and the enslavement of those who once wielded it. Years later, a young spriggan named Max toils for his master, the olden days of m...
