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So how voting will work is all entries will be posted on the thread and the writers will not be revealed. You have 3 votes. Use them for the entries you liked the most. If you wanted to you could give 1 to three entries or all 3 to one entry it's up to you but no more than three. However, after you've voted you may not change your vote. Also, no editing your posts if you didn't use all your votes in one post just make another post with the rest of the votes. Contestants, of course, cannot vote same goes to judges.

Suggestion: Some of these are quite long I suggest reading one or two taking a break then reading one or two more to avoid readers fatigue.

Theme: Song Inspiration

Music and Writing are closer than most people believe. Music is about how it makes you feel and can stir up powerful emotions and feelings. Good writing does the same. In this round you will pick one of the songs provided and write a story based on that song. You may only use 1 song, make sure you include the song from the list you used to write your story.

Writer 1's Story
Song: Eye of the Storm

Battle of the Rising Sun
In the distance, ghastly cries of battle echo in the dark, barren valley. The sound of metal against metal sends shivers down my spine as I urge my stallion forward. I race across the land where countless bodies already litter the ground and the injured reach up, crying for help. I ignore their pleading and push myself onward, for a battle cannot be won without sacrifices. The smell of death taints the air as my heart hammers against my chest. Sleet comes down in heavy sheets, striking my skin like bullets. As I shield my eyes from the icy onslaught, I huddle closer to the warm, heaving body of my horse. Finally the full sounds of combat reach my ears as I draw nearer to the front lines. I glance up to see a mass of silver figures swinging their weapons at each other and bodies piling up higher than ever. I leap off my mount and charge in the bloody fray.

My sword collides with the hard metal of an enemies helmet as I swing my weapon at the wall of attackers in front of me. I watch as the man crumples to the ground, red seeping out of his helm. I sob quietly as I look at what I've done as the battle rages on around me. The training camp had never prepared me for how taking someones life would truly feel like. I glance up at my fellow comrades who are busy striking down the enemies one by one without a second thought. I take in a shaky breath and dive back into the frenzy, sword at the ready. As I stab and slash my way through the crowd of attackers, I watch them fall like rocks. The world is a blur of anguished cries and people as the guilt of killing is soon replaced by numbing malice. The expressionless faces of my fellow soldiers fill me with determination as I tear through their ranks. Soon I don't even care who or what I kill, the only thing on my mind is the surge of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

After what seemed like hours I finally notice the battle dying away. Soon the only thing echoing in the valley in the panting of hundreds of men and the shriek of the birds waiting to feast upon their newfound prey. I look around at my fellow comrades and see victory shining in their eyes. A breeze rushed past my face carrying away the rotten smell of death. I look up at the edge of the valley to see the sun peeking over the rocky rim. The early rays of sunlight dance across my face as I look out to the smiling, hopeful faces of my friends. Victory was ours.

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Writer 2's Story
Song: Wolf Song

The yelling tonight seemed louder then usual. More forceful. The stillness outside didn't seem to fit with the energy radiating from inside the house. The small girl, somewhere around the age of nine, huddled under her blanket, pulling it up till it almost covered her face. Her mother and father were fighting again. The girl, Kayden, slowly slid out of bed, her father's oversized red sweatshirt that she was wearing almost going down to her feet. She gave a deep breath, reaching for the doornob and hesitantly turning it. she quickly walked over the stairwell doing her best to be quiet. If she crouched down and leaned over she could see into the kitchen, the source of the screaming. Her father was pointing at some strange man she could never see before and then back at her mother, spurting obscenities. Her mother was crying and trying to explain that it wasn't what it looked like. The strange man was silent, looking at floor. Kayden gave a deep breath before quietly calling out, "Daddy?" Everything went silent. Kayden watched as her father gave multiple deep breaths, struggling to calm himself down. "I'll be right up sweetie, now go back to your room." he said. Kayden nodded, tears starting to water up in her eyes. She quickly turned and darted back in her room, throwing herself under her blanket. A few minutes passed, the yelling had resumed. After a while it was quiet. She could hear the front door slam and a car start up. It was soon followed by her mother's bedroom door slamming closed. Next thing she knew she felt her father sit down on the bed next to her. She crawled into his lap, looking up at him, eyes wet with tears. "It'll be ok Kayden," she was about to answer but he shushed her, "Please remember I always love you?" he asked her. Kayden nodded, "I know you'll always love me," she said, smiling at him a bit. He nodded, tears sprouting in his eyes. "Take this sweetie," he said, handing her a small rose. She nodded, happily taking the rose. "Now you have to go to bed sweetie, you have school tomorrow." she nodded, hugging him goodnight. She heard him walk out and close the door completely, not leaving it cracked like he usually did. She soon drifted off into sleep, thinking everything was ok.

She woke up in the morning to her mother shaking her awake for school. Something felt off. Something in her mother's eyes looked sadder then usual. She shrugged it off, heading down for breakfast. "Where's daddy?" she asked, looking at his empty spot on the table. "'Daddy isn't coming back," her mother hissed, "I told him to go and he did. That coward." she snorted. "What do you mean?" kayden said, eyes widening. "He's gone. It's just us now." her mother said. Kayden stumbled backwards a bit before turning and racing to her room. She felt herself crying. She looked at the rose, slightly wilted. He was gone. Her father. The person who looked after her. She slowly sat down on her bed, remembering how he sat there last night. He was gone. He was never coming back.

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Writer 3's Story
Song: Dance of the Suger Plum Fairy

Izzy grabbed her bag and checked to make sure everything was there.

Keys, wallet, phone... where are my earbuds? She hastily walked to her room where she snatched them off her dresser.

Better wash my hands too... She absentmindedly said out loud while walking to the sink. After washing and drying her hands, she walked outside to her car and unlocked it. She set her bad down on the front seat next to her, then locked the doors and buckled the seatbelt.

All the doors are locked, right? She mumbled, and checked to make sure every door was locked.

Good, I should be safe. She said to herself while starting the car. After her second try, the car started and she drove off to her dance studio.

Izzy reached over and turned on the CD player which was playing the CD with her favorite song on it. She hummed along to Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, then stopped her car in front of the studio.

Izzy, darling, are you ready for your solo dance tonight? Her dance teacher, Mrs. Arcena, called to her from the doorway.

Yes Mrs. Arcena, I am! Izzy cheerily sang ou while walking towards the entrance.

Good. You will be perfect.

Time skip~

Breathe in, breathe out. Izzy told herself moments before beginning her routine to Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.

As the first notes played out, she had the first signs of fainting. Izzy collapsed onto the ground seconds after standing up and the song was cut off mid-beat.

Izzy! Are you oka-

Then it all went black.

Time skip~

As the first notes played out, Izzy woke up.

She saw her mother, father, and little brother.

Izzy, you have mere hours to live. You have stage five lung cancer. Someone said from another part of the room.

She tracked back her life for the past few months.

Weight loss. Infections.

Can I listen to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy one last time?

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Writer 4's Story
Song: Lose You

All These Things....
People bustle through the streets, umbrellas open as heavy rain turned to a drizzle. Bright yellow taxis splash through puddles of water that had gathered on the streets. It's as if the clouds understood my sorrow as I walk amongst the crowd, just one of many faces, one of many umbrellas. I thought here, I could fulfill my dream. That here in this huge, bustling city, I would find joy. Never did I expect to feel empty, like a huge piece of my life was missing.
I knew where to find this piece. Yes, I knew exactly what the problem was. I look at the many faces, all of the people who were each supposed to look different. But all I see is one single face. One with beautiful, curly, auburn hair and emeralds for eyes, with delicate lips: yours. I even see your reflection in the perfectly clean, glass doors of the huge architecture firm I work for. I can feel your arms around my waist as I stand in the elevator. When I come to my floor and step out, there is a potted Japanese Maple to my right. Your favorite tree.
I then realize that all these things are all doing the same thing. Pointing fingers, saying, "It's all your fault." But I do not believe them. I ignore these signs and proceed to my office with a huff. My stupid conscious. Why could it not leave me be? It's making me see all these things to remind me of you. It keeps telling me that it is my fault I am so alone. I shake my head as I plop down into my chair, setting my laptop case on the desk. I unzip it and remove the laptop. I power it up and stick a flash drive into the USB.
As I flip through the files, trying to locate my most recent project, I come across one file titled "Our Family Business". I come to a dead stop. I haven't laid eyes on that project in at least a year. I slowly click on the file. Blueprints and neatly typed notes were all alphabetically arranged in the folder. I clicked on the very first item and stare at the rendered image of a building. Now my eyes sting as I look at my window and once again see your reflection. Now I know all these things are pointing fingers at me. I get lost in thought as my attention goes back to the image.
I had given a promise that I would never leave you, and everybody believed it, because I have never gone back on my word. Until now. I remember clearly our deep discussions on our business. I was the architect, you the interior designer. We would pair up with my brother's construction company. It would be a family business. We would be together forever and ever. We lasted through our Junior and Senior years in high school. We went to the same college and stayed together through that as well. We were planning our future; we were to be happy. And then the job offer came.
That is where I am now, and I am unhappy. I feel the tears spill down my face as I realize how much I must have hurt you. I said so many things I regret. That you could not think for yourself, that you did not want me to fulfill my dream. That was where it ended. But that was not me, not the real me. It was my fault. It is my fault. All these things have been trying to tell me, and only now do I listen.
I had lost myself, and in doing so, I lost you. This was my epiphany. I wipe my tears away and close the folder. I eject the flash drive and lean back in my chair. I need to leave this place, but I felt trapped between what I've wanted for so long, secretly, and you. But I know I can have both, but how can you forgive me? There was no way! I put the flash drive back into the laptop. I sniffle as I get to the work my boss had given me.
You would remain lost, at least for now. For I have no idea how to get myself unlost. I cannot bring myself to seek out your forgiveness. I will try again to motivate myself to pack up and head home to you. I sigh, disappointed in myself, as I continue along with my false life.

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Writer 5's Story
Song: Dance of the Suger Plum Fairy

Writer 6's Story
Song: Lose You

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first and is waiting for it. -Terry Pratchett


Most people naturally fear the Darkness. Darkness creeps along the edges of the Light. Darkness obscures and distorts shapes. Darkness can make a peaceful scene into a haunted nightmare. Nonetheless, Darkness is not evil. Darkness can be a refuge for those burned by the light or a calming friend. Darkness can be a shield or a sword. It merely depends on the wielder.


For Uri Darkness was both. He lived in Darkness so he couldnt help but feel divided about it. The Darkness was his refuge and his cage. The Darkness hid him from the humans but it also chased away the Light that Uri craved. The Light that gave Uri hope when he had none. Hope that one day he would be able to soar through the sky again. The Light was the only reason that Uri had not given up or fallen into madness. The only source of that saving light came from a large hole in the middle of the ceiling.


When I was younger and hopeful I would fly up to the hole and try to squeeze through. Desperate to reach the sky, I would try again and again to escape. Despite how hard I tried I could never fit my wings between the sections of the grate.


Flashback

Uri spread his wings as far as he could in the 8 strides by 8 strides hole. His goal was to escape through the round hole that was situated in one of the corners of the ceiling. Tensing his back muscles, he jumped and in a flurry of wing beats somehow managed to take flight in the small space. Uri flew up to the top of the hole and grabbed ahold of one of the bars in the grate. He pulled his head and shoulders up and through the top of the great and grabbed the edge of the hole for leverage.



Pausing for a small break, Uri looked up into the sky and gazed in wonder at the sky. It was so blue and full of promises of freedom that Uri wanted to cry. With renewed determination, Uri pulled in his wings as close to his back as possible and hauled himself out of the hole with all his might. He managed to get the lesser coverts of his wings through the bars of the grate before he couldnt go any farther. Uri pulled as hard as he could but couldnt go any further.


With a frustrated cry, he tugged at the bars and accidentally snagged one of his feathers on the bars. The feather tore away with a sharp pain, a pain not unlike the feeling of pulling out a clump of hair, and he let go of the bars in surprise. As Uri plummeted to the floor he tried to slow his fall with his wings but he was too late. He landed on his right ankle with a crack and with a cry of pain he crumpled to the ground.


Flashback end


After the third time I broke my ankle from the fall back down I stopped trying.


Once in a while, Uri would hear the sounds of footsteps and a group of humans, men and women both would stand on or around the grate that covered the hole in the ceiling. They would yell down into the hole in the ground and their vitriol would echo down to Uri. He hid under his blankets and cot but he still couldnt block out the worst of the curses.

You deserve to be in there!

Beast!

Monster!

Freak!

You should just die!


I believe them.



The humans would stay and yell at Uri until their voices were hoarse and their anger sated. Uri would hide from the humans so they couldnt see him in Darknesss embrace. If the humans were prone to listening they might have heard the choked of gasps of a person trying, and failing, to stifle the sounds of their sobs. If they had heard that sound maybe they might have stopped. Maybe they might have felt a pang of regret. Alas, they did not do any of these things and Uri was left to his misery long after the humans left.



The days came and went in a miserable and lonely spiral for years until one day something changed.


It was a dark night where storm clouds covered up the moon. A small child ran through the unforgiving rain holding up a small oil lamp to try to see through the darkness. The candle in the lamp was quickly burning out and the child wouldnt have the light from it for long. He was soaked to the bone and his clothes were covered in mud stains. The child was crying but no one could hear him over the overwhelming sound of the pounding rain, growling thunder and howling wind. Every time the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled the child would flinch and start crying harder.

As he ran the child saw something glint in the darkness, reflecting the light from a lightning strike. The reflected light was few feet to the left of where he stood. In a fit of desperation, the child ran toward the reflected light. Unable to see well in the darkness the child tripped over a rock and fell toward the source of the reflected light. As he fell he could see that the light had been reflecting off the metal grate that was covering a hole. The child fell head first into the hole screaming. This time his cries were heard.

The last thing the child saw before he fainted was the silhouette of a man with feathered wings. Angel? he murmured, before passing out in the warm embrace of his savior.


In the cold, shivering twilight, preceding the daybreak of civilization, the dominating emotion of man was fear. -Paul Harris


Darkness, warmth, quiet, and softness were the first things that the child felt when he woke up. Something warm, soft and slightly heavy covered him. Behind him, the child could hear and feel a fire burning quietly. It didnt feel like he was laying on the straw he used for a bed in the village. Everything was too soft and warm. Instantly wary but half-asleep he tried to turn toward the fire to get his bearings but a sharp pain cut through his head. It was like a small lance pierced his forehead and the child cried out trying to curl into a ball before realizing that he was making the pain worse by doing so.


Easy. Shh. Youre okay. a soft, masculine voice cooed from next to the child. Why dont I move your head back onto the pillow. Is that okay?


The child tried to move his head to see the man and nod but both aborted motions rekindled the pain in his head, preventing him from moving. He whined quietly, hoping that the man would understand.


Shh. Its okay. You dont have to answer. I am just going to carefully move your head the man said soothingly. The man picked the childs head up gently and placed a pillow under it. Once the childs head was on the pillow the pain lessened and the heavy comfort of sleep pulled him back under a sea of dreams.


I forgot to say thank you






The second time that the child awoke he was more careful when he moved his head. To his relief, the pain had diminished to a tolerable level while he slept. Cautiously he sat up and looked around. The room he was in was lighter than it was before. The light of the fire joining with the light from a large hole in the ceiling, both illuminating the room quite well. The room was made of stone with no visible exits. In the center of the room, between the ceiling hole and the pile of furs that the child laid on, crouched a man tending a small fire with his back to the child. The child tried to come up with some words to say to get the mans attention but it turns out he neednt have bothered.


As if sensing the childs gaze the man turned around and smiled. From the childs perspective, the man was very tall and handsome. He was the type of man that the older girls in his village would swoon over and hope to marry. The dark black hair, nice looking trousers and cloak he donned attributed to the knight-in-shining-armor look. The child couldnt help but think that it was unfair that he couldnt look like that.


Maybe if I was pretty like this man the villagers would be nicer to me.


The man tilted his head and smiled gently. Hello little one, are you okay?


Oh. He was the one who helped me last night.


The child blushed from embarrassment and nodded his head quickly, his voice getting stuck in his throat. Stuttering softly the child replied, I-i am ok-kay. Th-thank you for helping m-me.


Taking pity on the child, the man stood up and walked over to the fur bed and sat down in front of the child. No problem kid. Since we just met I believe introductions are in order. My name is Uri. What is your name? The man- Uri- asked holding out his right hand.


M-my name is Cerin. Unsure what he was supposed to do Cerin reached out his right hand too. Uri grasped Cerins right hand in his own and shook it once, up and down.


It is nice to meet you Cerin. You gave me quite a scare last night. The last thing I expected was for you to fall down into my humble abode. The last part was spoken oddly. A bit like how the older children would talk back to their parents.


You live down here, Mister?


Yes, by a certain definition of living. Uris smile twisted for a moment before he shook his head. Ah, never mind. How do you feel? Any lingering pain or soreness?


Cerin shifted his weight a little but couldnt find anything else wrong with his body besides the slight pain on his head. He told Uri as much and the man nodded. Uri stood up and walked over to the fire and picked up a small pot that had been resting over the flames. He took a small wooden bowl and filled it with some of the liquid in the pot. Setting the pot down on the stone floor near the fire Uri walked back over to Cerin.


Here drink this. It is an herbal tea. Uri holds the bowl out to Cerin. Be careful it is hot.


Cerin blows on the faintly green liquid and takes a small sip. The tea is sweet and light and very refreshing. Thank you. It is very good. What type of tea is this?


I am not sure, Uri replied. The priest that comes by every once in awhile throws down fresh branches of the leaves that this is made from. He believes that the branches should Purify my soul or something like that. Nonetheless, it makes great tea so I cant really complain.


A shadow passed over Uris face when he said this. Despite his burning curiosity, Cerin refrained from asking why the priest would do that. I wonder if that is what my face looks like when I think about Ana. Cerin nodded his head and went back to drinking the tea.



How do you get out of here Uri? To get food and other things?


I cant really leave. I dont fit through the bars on that hole. People occasionally throw food down and animals fall down here too so I have enough. Just barely, but enough.



Why are you down here? Did bad people trap you here?


Ah, that is the golden question, isnt it. Well you see- It is kind of- I dont know if I should tell you. Uri looked up at the ceiling and then sighed. But I guess I owe you an answer since you have to stay here until you recover.



My given name, is Azrael, the Angel of Death. I chose the name Uri Uri stood up and took off his cloak. Underneath the cloak, he didnt have a shirt and there were several tattoos running across his arms and over his torso. Before Cerin could see what the images are Uri stood up taller and shifted his shoulders. Right before his eyes, a pair of wings unfolded from Uris back. I was born with these wings. They are the reason why I am down here; the Church believes that I am an abomination. They wanted to kill me but the King, my father, wouldnt allow it. So as a compromise they threw me down here, telling me that it would be better if my cursed presence stayed far away from other people. I would understand if you would prefer that I keep them under the cloak, they are quite ugly... Uri looked down and appeared to brace himself for something but then-


Theyre beautiful. Cerin breathed out in wonder. They were the most beautiful things Cerin had ever seen. Jet black and several spans longer than Uris arms the wings were beautiful. They looked ethereal, like the stained glass pictures in the church windows, graceful, perfect and otherworldly. Reaching out on instinct to touch them, Cerin just barely stopped himself before he asked Can I- can I touch them? Please?


Shocked Uri hesitantly nodded his head and extended his right wing toward the boy. Staring in awe at the wing Cerin gingerly stroked it. Its so soft! Cerin looked up at Uri and beamed brightly. Seeing that the child wasnt repulsed by his wings Uri smiled back, relieved. Cerin once again stroked the wing relishing its softness. The feathers on the wing ranged from the length of Cerins pinky finger to the length of his forearm. All of the feathers were a glossy black that reminded Cerin of staring deep into a well during twilight. Without a thought Cerin rubbed his cheek against the feathers, sighing softly at the texture. Then, Uri chuckled under his breath. Flustered Cerin blushed a bright pink, the blush going all the way up to his ears.


After a short but awkward silence, they both burst out laughing. After they had recovered their voices they exchanged some small talk, Cerins fingers never truly leaving Uris wings. The boy absentmindedly petted and groomed the feathers while they talked. They talked for hours until Uri yawned loudly. After checking that Cerin was okay with it, Uri joined the child on the fur bed, re-arranging the furs to fit two people comfortably. I didnt sleep well last night. Not because of you, I just get insomnia often. Do you mind if I rest here for a while? I probably wont be able to sleep, just doze, so speak up if you need anything. We can talk when I get a few winks When Cerin acceded Uri leaned against the stone wall and closed his eyes for a while.


The silence wasnt heavy or oppressive but warm and companionable. It was... nice.


It is always calm before the storm. -Unknown author/common phrase


The next two weeks passed by in a blur of silence, sleep, and peace. The wound on Uris head and the lacerations of his feet healed slowly but surely. Every morning Uri would check to see if anything fell down the hole before making breakfast. Uri had a surprising amount of food stored in the hole, mostly dried meat and nuts. Since it was the middle of the winter Uri always had a small fire going to keep them warm and during the colder hours, they would huddle under the furs and sleep. They would talk about their lives and reminisce about the times when their lives were better.


Cerin learned that Uris mother had hair the same raven black color as Uris wings. He learned about the wonders of the sea and the joy the man got from sailing on it when he was young. He learned about the first time Uris father said I love you as a lie. He learned that Uri yearned for the sky with such a fierce longing that sometimes he would just sit under the ceiling hole and stare into the brightness, crying.


Uri learned that Cerins eyes were the same crystal blueish green as Cerins deceased fathers eyes. He learned that the child knew one hundred plants that you can find in the forest that are edible but couldnt read because his step-father didnt want to teach him. He learned that Cerins favorite pastime was swimming and that sometimes the boy would sneak out in the dead of the night to go to the lake and swim. Uri learned that Cerins love of swimming was the reason why he was out at night when the storm that drove him to Uris hole came.


They both learned they both had a shared hatred and love of the Darkness.


Flashback


It was dark in the cabinet that Cerin had crammed himself into. Outside of the thin cabinet door, he could hear the heavy footsteps of his step-fathers boots and the clink of the beer bottle he carried hitting the wall everytime the old man stumbled. Cerin squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out his step-fathers voice.


Where are you, you god-damned brat! I am gonna to kill you!


Darling please calm do- Slap


You dont tell me what to do! I am the man of this house and if it werent for my money you and your stinking brat would be stuck out on the streets! Now tell me where he is! A heavy thud echoed through the floorboards as Cerins step-father threw Cerins mother to the floor.


I dont know! Please, please darling I really dont know.



Why I oughta- Unable to take it anymore Cerin burst out of his hiding place and screamed, Dont hurt Mother!


Cerin!


So that is where you were hiding. Youre just like your pathetic father, afraid of his own shadow and barely a man.


Take that back! Father was a good man! Cerin lashed out and tried to kick his step-father. Sneering the old man swung the beer bottle at Cerins head and he knew no more.


I should have stayed in the Darkness.


Flashback end


(Continued in next post)

(Writer 6's story continued)

On the second day of the third week that Cerin stayed with Uri Cerins health took a turn for the worse. One of the cuts on his foot got infected and Cerin came down with a high fever. Uri did what he could to help the child, constantly making tea and trying to make soup, but the infection swept through Cerins body.


By the third day of the infection, Cerin could no longer get out of the pile of furs that they used for bedding.


On the fifth day, Cerin woke up to Uri kneeling on the ground next to him crying softly. The almost angel looked heartbreakingly sad and he couldnt stop crying.



Im sorry, I am so, so sorry Cerrin. Im so sorry, Uri sobbed.


Cerin sat up and tried to console the man but then he looked down. He could see his body laying on the ground surrounded by furs, looking deathly pale.


I died? Oh no, poor Uri.


For a second Uri thought he heard something coming from above. He looked up and there was a transparent and aethereal image of Cerin. The image smiled and mouthed slowly Dont be sad, Uri. And Uri could no longer bring himself to cry.


One day in the future, a boy with black hair with raven wings and a boy with blue eyes and soft white wings, both about six summers, would meet. The black haired boy would be sitting in a tall oak tree, staring at the sky. The blue-eyed boy would be running home when he would spot the other boy. Smiling the cherub-like child would run over to the tree and call up What is your name?.


The raven child would look down and softly reply Aza.


Beaming, the white-winged one would proclaim It is nice to meet you Aza! My name is Rin! Do you want to play?

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