Random Short Stories

Symphonia Ventus

Canna woke up to a shining sun, a soft breeze scratching against her tent. It had been a pretty wearisome couple days, but hey, she managed. She crawled out of the makeshift shelter, making sure to bring her flute along with her.

Definitely wouldn't want to forget that.

Canna paused for a minute as she caressed the instrument. It was no ordinary flute, this you could tell. It had ornate designs, flowing smoothly like a tranquil wind. It was mostly silver, with soft blue edges and was both cool and warm to the touch. Despite appearing metallic, it seemed lighter than air.

Canna treasured her flute like a newborn child. Where she got it she couldn't quite remember, but it was hers and hers alone. She placed it safely in her pack and continued her day. As was her usual routine, she packed up her tent and left the meadow in search of food and water.

Canna knew the forest like the back of her hand. Every nook, every cranny was engrained in her head. She knew where the best strawberries grew and the closest water supply. She especially enjoyed the lake, which she called Climate Lake for its erratic weather.

Today it had an inviting atmosphere, with a serene wind gliding throughout. Canna skipped to the nearby orchard that grew there, a place with too many fruit trees to count.

How about an apple today? Or even better, a peach...

Her mouth watered at the thought of the dulcet flesh of a peach. She knew exactly which tree they grew on. All she had to do was retrieve it.

This was no simple task, considering the trees looming stature. But it was no problem for Canna, who had done this hundreds of times. She took a deep breath and carefully retrieved her flute from her backpack. "Here we go," she smiled. She then brought the flute up to her lips.

As soon as the first sound came out the enchanted instrument, it was if the air around her had stopped. She slowly began playing a whimsical tune, the wind obeying each note with precision. Each change in tone shifted the wind's direction, each pitch guiding it to its destination. The leaves of the tree rustled in anticipation, the peach about ready to leap into the sky. The fruit was slowly bobbing in the air when, out of nowhere, there was a huge

CRASH

The fruit immediately dropped, and Canna jolted out of her trance.

"Who's there?" she demanded, her heart pounding. In all her time in the forest, Canna had never heard such a loud noise before.

I'm probably overreacting, there's no way a person did that. It was probably some distant thunder, that's all...

Despite her reassurances, she remained extremely cautious of her surroundings. She warily walked up to retrieve her peach, but as she bent down, came to an inexplicable conclusion.

It was gone.

Seeing a shadow out of the corner of her eyes, Canna immediately stood up and turned around. There was no one there.

"Hello?" she said anxiously. "Who's there?" She didn't like not knowing. Canna was about to call out one more time when she saw two shadows moving in the forest. Canna stood tensely, ready for a confrontation if necessary.

"Is-is that a girl?"

"No, no, it can't be..."

"But, Syke, what else could've made that sound?"

"It was the wind, Donner. You know how strange the weather can be."

"A breeze that could pluck a single peach from a tree?"

Canna was getting impatient and decided enough was enough. "Who are you?" she demanded, stepping into the trees. "I have ears, you know."

The two figures stepped into the light, finally revealing themselves.

"I'm Donner," beamed the first boy. He was short, with black hair and a stocky build. He walked in a bold fashion, stepping right in front of his companion. What was most interesting, however, was the large bass drum he had attached to his body.

And that he was munching on a fresh peach.

"What is that?" asked Canna, distracted from his thievery, for now. She knew the sound she heard could only have come from the object the boy was wearing. It was unlike anything she had seen. It was a deep black, with a shiny silver frame. The drum pulsed with energy, almost as if it were shaking the ground itself.

"Oh, this? This is what I like to call the Thunder-Maker," he said proudly.

"Don't mind him," added the other boy. "It's a bass drum, only capable of making really loud sounds. Quite fitting, too," he chuckled. "The name's Syke, by the way," he added, extending his arm. A pair of cymbals could be seen strapped to his back.

Canna was taken aback, to say the least. In all her days in the forest, she had never seen other people before, much less other musical instruments. She had always thought of her flute as one of a kind.

"Um, I'm Canna," she said, shaking Syke's hand. "I live here, in the forest."

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Before I start, let me just say I actually used a Random Word Generator for this story and I got flute, weather, and tent.

Now, this idea has probably been done before, but it was pretty fun to write, I already have other weather/instrument combos in my head :P. I don't know if I'll continue this or not, it's mostly just to get some practice writing a story. If I don't, I may just use a similar idea in the future.

Anyways, hope someone reads this at some point (maybe?) and if you do, please give feedback on my writing. I'd appreciate it greatly. I'll probably start another little story sometime soon, depends on what happens.
Thanks guys ;)

- Jay 🎶

P.S. The title is just the latin words for wind and symphony, nothing real creative or anything