A Train Between Two Worlds

Prologue: The sweet lilting notes of a melody could once again be heard on the wind. As per usual, the people whose ears heard the flute were instantly captivated and smiled at the thought of the young Alula Astlin playing away on her silver woodwind instrument. The sound could be traced to the small glen the townspeople of VillaGreen called The Centre. There, surrounded by grass and the thick logs, the young girl stood, a flute to her lips. Her eyes were closed in concentration, hiding her dark brown, almost black eyes, framed by her long black eyelashes. Her hair matched her eyes and lashes in colour, in soft curls that cascaded down her back.
The melody issuing from the silver flute softened slowly before slowing down to a complete stop. Not long after, another tune started up, this time much more sad. Into this piece, Alula poured out all of her negative emotions and memories. The townspeople could hear the misery that sounded out from the flute, as they recalled the terrible scandal that had occurred a few years ago, when Alula was very little.

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I hope you like this story, the second one I've published. Please don't expect the updates to come fast, as I have quite the busy schedule, like I suppose many of you do. Enjoy...

Signing off,
GeekstarGirl