Raindrops flew as Rose scampered through the puddles left behind from the storm. Her feet touched the cobblestones, barely making a sound. The wind was cruel, cutting through the night like a scythe.
Nothing illuminated the haunted street as Rose maneuvered silently through the narrow alleys. This was a routine she had followed, unchanged, since she was 9. I observed her as she fumbled with her mask, trying to seem as if she belonged. Her lips parted in a whisper, unleashing a breathtaking melody that resonated in the atmosphere.
At that moment my suspicions were confirmed. She was a songbird.
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The Rise of the Songbird
FantasyRose lives in a world of hate, deception, and music. The Kingdom of Song is powered by song and is home to the richest and most talented. The city right outside the kingdom, however, is home to the banished. No electricity, no one cleaning the stree...
