1. The Song
Out the Song
Barely awake, she reaches out towards the sun, brightness beyond the green vault of the forest, and feels her fetters unfurl from her arms and slide to the ground in wreaths of melodies. Her fingers shake and she cries out as she feels herself drifting, no longer held down by fate, no longer bound to the earth nor to the stars.
Her heart beats hard, confused by possibilities and numerous futures. This is freedom then, coursing through her veins like poisoned wine, heady and heavy with the promise of death ; this, a wonder so keen it makes her ache.
Into the Song
At first, he thinks it a dream, that echo of a song, fairer than thought. Then it becomes a low humming, just beneath consciousness, snaking softly around his thoughts and memories. And then it grows ever stronger, making his whole soul tremble in awe, infusing every fibre of his body.
He walks to its tune, and knows the dance of others ; of Elves and beasts and trees, of the earth and sun and sea. It works itself through his memories, and shows him his life as it was sung ; his every step a note in that greater Song.