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Nightingale - Part I
Dour gray granite monolith, the tower rises, stark, against the velutinous grenadine of the dusk filled evening sky. As the god of night draws his opaque cloak across the world in his eternal battle against the god of light. Ever vigilant, the army of the sun flies purposefully on woolen wings into the fearful dark, where lurks the winged, ebon evil of the dark lords legions. With ravenous intent, they eat tiny holes into the fabric of the night. He remembers the tale of creation from his childhood, this part his favorite. His mind wandering, lonely, as he gazed longingly at the flames set alight across the length of the valley below the castle, wandering lazily to each new blaze that ignites to fight the growing scar. A moment to relax, a moment to think, but also, a moment to reflect on his loneliness. Growing older now he never had the chance for relationships, becoming King at an early age. A good king it was rumored, though he did not know, a kind king, perhaps, a fair king, he hoped, but he tried more than anything to be a gentle king for he had seen and knew how cruel and indifferent life could be. He turned from the wall and meandered through halls and courtyards that ran the length of the keep, when the sweet sound of a singing Nightingale roused him from his reverie. He knew this bird intimately, a female nightingale that sang was most unusual. Over the years he watched her brood several nests of chicks. For as long as he could remember he took pleasure in the sweetness of her song and how he envied her lighthearted charm. Yet, on this night it seemed different, melancholy and mournful. He stepped into his favorite garden where he found her sitting beneath her tree, A bird that most people found to be plain, he saw as beautiful with glistening plumage and melodious voice. He took several steps toward her and she fearfully and painfully hopped away. Blood trailed behind her. He looked closer at the feathers of her right wing and found many bloodied and missing. Half of her wing was gone. She would never fly again. He felt such sorrow for the poor bird that he gathered berries from around him and water from the fountain and placed them between the two of them. He waited, sitting long upon the edge of the pool, knowing the bird had but hours before death would call to her, and their duet would leave the world a tiny bit more aphotic. All through the darkness he kept vigil over her, keeping her safe. Only when the weeping of the sun's golden eye washed the last of the obsidian from Dawn's glittery lashes did he finally drift into troubled slumber, his lyrical friend breathing but unmoving. to be cont...
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