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*NOTE* story was inspired by two songs from a group called within temptation one song is called clanned the other bittersweet. (lyrics used come from the song bittersweet)
As the melody begun and her voice sounded clear more instruments began bringing the music to life as the choir started to sound. The traditional clan song, it brought peace, brought meaning, brought an old tradition to life. As people sat round the fire, many watched as the people sung, one girl in particular watched carefully, as she wanted to be like her mother – the lead singer, with the wise words of the wind; of song; and of wisdom.
Their village was close everyone knew each other, and everyone was like family. As Sabriel watched her mother sing; she smiled knowing soon it should be her turn. She turned too look at the other faces around the fire; she noticed that he was staring again. The son of the chief strong in build, a warrior in the making. I have no interest in him though she thought, she returned her attention back to the music and began humming along.
Afterwards she made her way back home, she liked walking alone in the dark, it gave her time to think, and sing the songs she had made. She started to sing as she walked, her walk became a dance as she twirled to the music in her head. As she twirled someone took her hand and danced with her, to her music. Stopping in shock she stared at the young man in shadow. But he did not step forward; instead he walked away. She hurried home wondering who he was, his touch so soft and he moved delicately just like she and her song had been moving. Words to her tune began to come to mind, and she sung the words - smiling knowing her song was perfect:
“If I tell you, will you listen?
Will you stay?
Will you be here forever?
Never gone away.
Never thought things would change,
only time, please don’t say again that you have to go.
A bitter thought I had it all, but I just let it go.
Hold your silence, it’s the violence
And you’re gone”
she walked through the door and went straight to her room and wrote the words. Afterwards she lay on her bed wondering who the man had been. Suddenly she heard her mum enter and she ran to the living room
“Mum you were wonderful tonight, your voice so calming you can hear everything!!!”
“Thank you my dear, but now you must get to sleep tomorrow is a big day, for soon I am to retire and you must present yourself to the chief so he may decide who is to be the next singer” at that she walked of to sleep, and I made my way back to my room.
Next morning my words were written and the song prepared I washed ate breakfast and brushed my teeth and put on my best clothes. I knew mother had already left she worked long hours teaching people to sing, but from the heart, not just from their voice box.
I began walking to the square singing my song, wondering if I would succeed in this dream I knew I had to, and I wanted to follow in my mothers footsteps. She never had to teach me, the melody simply came the wind followed the tune from my mouth and wisdom came in the words I sang, I was a natural she had said.
As I sat in the square, within the next 5 minutes my name had been called and I had walked onto the stage and the chief and his son were watching me. I took a breath and closed my eyes, searched for the wind and wisdom I knew, and begun to sing. As I finished my song everyone clapped and I felt pleased with myself.
The next week passed peacefully as many young girls in the village like me awaited for the results, every night I continued to sing my song, and would walk near the forest hoping the young man would return now I had completed the song, I wanted to thank him for his inspiration – but he never appeared.
I walked to the square and looked on the notice board many of the girls had been put into the choir but I saw my name as the lead singer, I jumped and smiled all the way back home. My mum was very proud but she said she knew I could do it all along. At night I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk as I walked by the forest I decided to sing my song, as I sung the rhythm went straight to my feet and I began to dance with the music, as the song ended I realized I was the in the arms of the young man, but he remained in the shadows. This time I didn’t let go.
“Thank you for helping me complete my song”
“It was nothing, I just wanted to dance with you or at least hold you once in my life” he said
“But why can’t you hold me forever?” I couldn’t help but ask, and I admit I felt stupid afterwards.
“Because you know me and I know you have no interest in me”
“Well step into the light, please I beg you - things have changed and that song is ours”.
He moved into the light and it was non other than the chiefs son, I didn’t care no longer I moved closer into his arms for it was true things had changed, I had let myself feel what it was like to be with someone instead of thinking about who they were.
Now I am the lead singer and one day I hope our child will take my place but I have plenty of time for I am young and my voice has years to go, let the song live on, like the tradition of our village.
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