The song that killed

Auther

"Crap Writer's block again! Well it can't be helped." Clara looked about the blank page in her hand.

The gentle summer breeze made the paper fly from her gentle grip. A small sigh escaped her lips as she laid back onto the tree behind her. The faint sound of a piano made the fild of grass and wind dance like it was on its way to a ball. The city was amazing agents the orange sky. Clara closed her eyes.

"What if I left would anyone notece?" she said out loud

"I would" said a familiar voice.

Clara sat up to see Anna'may walking towards her. Anna'may was a tall girl with blond hair and a white dress. The dress had paint splattered all over it. In her hand was the paper.

"Writer's block." She said comely.

"Yes! I wont my book to fell real, but I wont it to be an adventure." Clara looked up at the sky as it slowly turned purple.

"We should be getting back. It's getting late." Anna'may said reaching out a hand to help Clara up to her feet.

They turned and stated back for the city. The streets were filled with people getting to their houses after a long day of work. Merchancr sailing goods from far off lands, street shows, music, and the small of baked goods and spice filled Clara's nose as she waved goodby to Anna'may. Clara traveled further down the road and stoped at a huge stone house. As she entered servants rushed to her.

"My lady your father reqested your compiny in his studys." Said the sort red haird woman taking her cloak.

"Vary well, being tea up there. I hate to study on an empty stomick." Clara turned and said to her self, "this is the day you ask to go and travel around so you can wright that book."

As she entered a large room at the top of the stairs. Her father sat in a big red chair in front of the fire. The room was dark but she could see the outline of all the shelfs and book lining the walls.

"So you filly showed up. When you were gone I found something vary interesting." He said in a deep voice that made Clara's skin carl. He held up a book that was bound in leather as he stared into the fier. "I looked through it and found something Surprizing. it was your name were the authors was supposed to be." He tossed the book into the fire. He looked slowly at her. "You are a Nobel state acting like one. Leave the writing to the lower class. You are dismissed."

Clara felt he face turning red with anger as she left the room. She went and stared packing. there was no way that she was sticking around here. She had a book to wright. Clara packed everything she needed and lots of money and food. She slipped her cloak on and claimed out the window. Clara walked to the well so she could fill up her. There she met two woman and a fairy named Roo.