Synchronicity

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Renewal of Sorrows

    The golden haired girl sighs inwardly as the melodies flow gracefully from her mouth. The words of the song familiar yet strange to her. A song for rain, a song for good harvest, a song that would bring joy or sorrow to the unknown world above. How Myra loathed the place she called her home, where the walls are built from thick layers of adamant to keep her imprisoned, and where he only company is the god of the world above. Leviathan, the Dragon King and the god of the mundane world, also a tyrant who keeps her ensnared in that hellhole.

    She had spent such a long time in that place, singing prayers for those who trapped her in here. Singing for so long that she deluded herself about fate.

    But of course, one can never know.

    Maybe it was her fate to sing forever.

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    Words fail to describe the blue haired thief of what had happened on that crisp and peaceful morning. Flashing a glare at the imbecile of a pickpocket that dare steal in his territory, he neglected the presence of the violet haired man behind him until he cleared his throat. The thief clenched his teeth and threw the pickpocket into the street sending him scrambling to his feet. "Killian, though you are known as the 'King of Thieves' you shouldn't be so hard on those who cross your territory." The violet haired man sighed, his hand resting lightly on his rapier.

    "Tch," Killian growled softly,"If ya' aren't hard with them they'll never learn....Bunch of idiots the lot." His midnight eyes stared at his companion in boredom, "So why are you here Caspian?"

    "I'm here to see if you have any information about her." Caspian said blandly.

    Killian narrowed his eyes in confusion, "Her? Who in the name of- oh, you mean...Her" The corners of his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin as he holds out his hand to the long-haired man in front of him. Caspian sighs as he dug his hand into the pocket of his white coat and pulls a brown pouch full of gold coins. Killian snickered at the weight of the coins in his hand. Satisfied, he tells Caspian of what he wanted to know.

    "Though I've only heard some rumors here and there on the streets, there is word of a girl matching your description." Caspian's breath hitches, "Ay', they say she's a beautiful temptress- and a powerful one too. Rumors also say that she's the head of some dark organization so I would be careful if I were you."

    "Leilah would never hurt me." Said Caspian, his voice all but doubting.

    Killian shook his head and laughed, "I wouldn't be too sure. They say a woman's hatred is more terrifying than death itself."

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    The cool morning air greets Soleil with the wisps of their unseen bodies, bringing with them the promises of a new day. He smiles tiredly as he rubbed the sleep from his jade eyes. Sleep had deluded him last night, the voice in his head sang haunting melodies filled with such unbearable sorrow that he almost thought to cry.

As he walked around, he did take note of the temperature: the sun bearing down on him, making the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead glisten. Many things were being sold at a high price, and how many of the plants in and surrounding the  town's area seemed weak. Then it came to him: a conversation he had with his father about a drought occurring near them. The town he was in must have been one of the ones being affected.

The busy chatter danced around his ears but not clear enough to make sense of the conversations. Children were running around, merchants were calling people to se there goods, and the rest of the townsfolk were just busy doing what ever they usually did. All was peaceful.The distinct sounds of hooves pounding on cobblestone streets made his head turn, a midnight black carriage drawn by two coal grey stallions continues to pass the now empty street. Whenever the carriage became in sights to any of the citizens, they bowed respectfully and fearfully as if some powerful entity inhabited the insides of the vehicle.

Killian and Caspian hid in the shadows of buildings, eyeing the covered windows of the carriage. The thief clad in blue pointed at the emblem of a silver cross which had two swords behind it, an engraving of a dragon circling the picture. "That carriage is an envoy of the order your precious girl is leader of. My suggestion is to follow it to where their base might be– just try not to get killed will ya' "

Soleil scrutinized the emblem before the carriage disappeared into the distance and inhabitants of the town continued about their daily business.  A small inkling went through his brain; that emblem was very familiar, but he can't figure out why.

A strange, macabre melody started playing in his head. Then a voice he knew all too well started to sing to that sorrowful tune.

Clad in red, the sun swallows up the sky
Plants wither and life is parched, turning to death
Oh God of rain, I beg of you,
Bless us with your tears of mercy...

His head pounded heavily. The sky began to darken, the clouds thickening forming black masses that blocked out the sun's rays. Myra continued to sing, her voice echoing silently throughout the sky. Her song beckoning the clouds

Quench the land, save the people
My song echoes, carrying with it a prayer.

Myra danced briskly in time to the melody that was played by some unknown force, her body moving lithely as she kept leaping around the glowing circle that surrounded her. The light fabric of her shawl moved like a flag in the breeze as she twirled it skillfully in the air. She spun a pirouette in the middle then, with ease, kneeled down on one knee, one arm raised in the air as if she was bowing to an invisible audience. Myra heard a grunt coming from Leviathan, acknowledging her dance as 'acceptable' and ordering her to end the song.

She slowly raised herself from the ground, her head low and her emerald eyes downcast.

Soleil felt a drop of water splash his nose. The drops began to accumulate...and soon, the long awaited rain had began.

Oh roaring thunder, cut through the clouds
Make the rain fall to quench the land.

As if on queue, a bright light flashed through the clouds, moments later the sound of thunder followed. The song was nearing its end.

When I look at the heavens, and my cheek is wet
By a rain of blessing, and sympathy that soaks the land

Oh wind,
Carry this voice that sings for rain
Until it reaches the god of rain....

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A/N: Picture of Myra in Media Section
Video of Myra's song in the Media Section as well