A low, haunting melody played, a warning in the lowest notes.
‘Listen now, my boy, close your weary eyes,
Listen, sweet one, as the shadows creep near,
Hear me, for my story is untold’
‘Listen mother, I’m not afraid
I know you’ll come to my aid’
‘Beware of the Djinn, in the darkness he’s laid
Hidden away, far from here
Beware, my son, for the honey he speaks
It reeks’
‘A Djinn, with power he craves
He whispers, tricking a knave
Djinn, oh Djinn, what more do you crave
A soul for power, a life for a grave’
‘Three centuries bound, yet now he is free
Born from smokeless fire, and a life at sea’
‘But mother, he’s trapped, he can’t hurt me so’
‘Beware, my boy, his hatred will grow’
‘A Djinn, with power he craves
He whispers, tricking a knave
Djinn, oh Djinn, what more do you crave
A soul for power, a life for a grave’
‘In shadows he waits, with a hunger so deep
He’ll liken your dreams to a promise he’ll keep
But twist them, he will
Until you lose freewill’
‘Will he take me away, steal me from you?’
‘Stay close to me, let your spirit ne’er sway’
‘A Djinn, with power he craves
He whispers, tricking a knave
Djinn, oh Djinn, what more do you crave
A soul for power, a life for a grave’
‘Hush now, my darling, the night is yours
Find yourself on the moors’
‘I’ll listen mother, I swear
I’ll keep my spirit close, I swear’
‘Hold tight to your faith, through the shadows we walk
Through the mist we stalk
Heed my fear
Let go of your fear’
‘I’ll carry your words, mother, I’ll keep them near
With faith as my armor, I’ll have no fear’
‘Sleep now, my child, the night wears thin
Remember my lullaby, beware the Djinn’
[M/n] tapped out the slow rhythm on his knee, staring in the direction of the opposite wall, barely listening or paying attention to Kai’s lesson with Lloyd. The lullaby had been running through his mind all night and all morning, and he knew it had to have been his mother singing it to him, but a Djinn? He figured it was some kind of lullaby, perhaps passed down for generations following an old legend, but it stuck out for him. A nagging in the back of his mind. But he didn’t want to focus on that, forcing himself to pay attention to Lloyd.
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Fanfiction(n.) A place where one feels safe, a place from which one's strength of character is drawn. [M/n] Caelestis has no memory of who he is, relying entirely upon Sensei Wu to fill in the gaps. With knowledge, a history, skills, and a willingness to kill...
