She didnt know what to do.
Once again one of Edith's friends had been killed by the so-called "Peace Keepers".
Her body layed limp, blood staining Edith's fingers as she deperatly tried to look for any sign of life.
"Can you step aside?" A woman said softly.
Edith moved away from the corpse for she knew this practice. A final song. The woman pulled out a violin out of her duffle bag and placed the bow to the strings of it. She knelt down towards her friend and started playing. This was a practice Edith was too familiar with.
It has been a tradtion to play the deseased one final song so thay can rest.
Now that a new government has taken over more and more people are going. Therefore a higher demand in "Song Angels".
Ever since she could remember Edith wanted to become one of the Song Angels. She wanted to be the one tending to people with her music rather than being the one laying helpless infront the deseased. She wanted to help the world with her music like no other way can.
"Hello?" The womans voice interruped her daydreaming.
"Oh yes, sorry" Her reply was weak from crying.
Edith watched in awe as the woman walked gracefully away.
YOU ARE READING
The Songs of Death
Fantasy"Each tune catered to fit ones personality" When someone dies you would expect that to be the end right? Unfortunately that is not the case. A final song must be heard.
