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Cellist's DuetA solitary sound in an opera house.
The gentle plucking of strings,
carried on a murmur,
echoing through the air.
The notes carry a question,
begging for an answer.
The orchestra plays,
their song of chaos filling the stage.
Her notes are drowned and misplaced
in the cacophony of sound.
But still she plays, oh why does she play?
A cello sounds, the funeral begins.
The death of dream,
mourned with the utmost reverence.
Still she plays, her own tears,
flowing out of her heart and into the music.
Then comes a response.
The sombre plucking of a violin.
It echoes her own song,
yet poses another question.
Does she answer?
A single sound signals a song.
With it the orchestra sings
and she is heard.
A soft melody resonates through the opera house.
a duet of strings, high and low,
Carried on a lover’s whisper, filling the air.
The notes have no question,
just gentle peace.
The Immortal Chronicles: The Rise of Shadows-Ch 1The Story Begins
It began with a dream. That much was relatively true. Who's dream it was however, that was uncertain. The gentle dreaming's of a giant or the terrible imaginings of a tyrant, both could be said to have forged this world. To Chronicler, Naptura had and always would be a world of fire and ice. But the continent of Coldaire; that was truly the eye of the storm. The battles of good and evil, light and dark, even man and divine; constantly struggling to overthrow the other were almost common place.
Most were oblivious to the conflict, for to them Coldaire had always been a beautiful and deadly land. Yet those who lived long enough could see the battles; they were the keepers of the balance, guardians of a populace ignorant of the true dangers that the world possessed.
In a forest, hidden from the eyes of mortal men and long forgotten by nature, stood a cabin. Hunkered in the shade of the tall ancient trees, whose branches blotted out the sky, this small wooden house
Project: LegacyWhen we leave this world, we like to believe that we made an impression. That someone will remember us for our actions and remember our story. Every human being wants to have a legacy. Its natural that we want someone to look back and say we did something important, we changed someone's life. Even now as this ship hovers motionless amongst the debris of this shattered world. As I stand here looking down into black hole that has consumed a planet, and will destroy the rest of the system, I know I have a legacy. I only hope I can change it.
When humanity was young, we dreamed of the stars. To walk amongst these points of light millions of miles away. But like many dreams, they fade against the realities of the world. We lived our lives but still acted like we were dreaming. We consumed this planet's resources, until the situation changed. The desperate realities of the world soon faced us and left with no other option, we once again turned to the stars. Leaving the
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