Now, don't get me wrong. Not everything that happens because of Quinn and Kathy is bad. Take Melody, for example. She managed to prevent a horrible Christmas fate with her kind heart.
Melody awoke to soft snow delicately falling outside of her window. She always loved snow. It gave her a chance to wear her cozy sweaters, and drink hot cocoa. It's the greatest thing in the world to her. And she never took it for granted.
She smiled as she walked into the living room, where the Lipke family Christmas tree was standing elegantly. She smiled as she saw a giant present wrapped alongside it. She took the wrapping off and gave a slightly surprised look when she saw what it was; But instead of being made of gold, it was pure silver. It had angel wings sculpted onto the edges, but they were cracked and some feathers looked like they had been picked off. There was a face of an angel, too, right on the front. But it had its hands over its face, as if it was crying. What surprised Melody more was that it sounded as if the harp was physically crying.
"...are you alright?" Melody asked the harp, contemplating why she asked an inanimate object that question. She jumped a little when she got a response.
"I'm upset..." the harp moaned, "because I was made to make beautiful music. And look at me! I'm hideous!" The harp cried, and Melody did what she knew best. She sat down by the mirror and smiled.
"You are not hideous. You're perfect in your own way." She smiled genuinely.
"But I'm silver! Who has ever heard of a silver harp? All of the best ones are golden!"
"That doesn't mean you have to think you're not good enough, just because you don't look like them. Besides, it gives you a chance to be something they can't; unique." The harp stopped crying a little.
"But...what about my wings? They're broken!" Melody looked up at them.
"No they're not broken! They can never be broken because they're a part of you. People may lose parts of themselves along their journey, but they will never truly lose themselves." The harp stopped again.
"But...but...what about my strings? They are quiet, and some are broken!" Melody played a couple gently.
"I think they're the perfect volume. And you can always play a song with the strings you don't have." She smiled. She had negated every form of complaint the harp could make. Melody hummed as she picked a couple strings, playing a song. The harp's face was pulled out of its hands, finally stopping it's crying.
"You're right...you were able to play a song without those strings." It smiled weakly. "Thank you, Melody." She smiled as she looked up at the face.
"Of course! I'm so glad I was able to help. Thank you for providing your music!" She smiled. And she continued to play.
Melody's parents were woken up at the talking. They both got up and went into the living room, where Melody was playing the harp sweetly. To her parent's, the harp was broken, out of tune, and rusted. But to Melody, it was the greatest gift in the world.
End of Chapter 8
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Austy Quinn's Christmas Special I
AdventureA Very Austy Quinnmas! The long awaited Austy Quinn Christmas Special! This is the first in the annual series, and was written in 2017 by me. Names have not been changed since then, everything has stayed exactly the same. This was written as a Chri...
