Nov 1, 2008
A creepy whisper of my name, and purple stars.
The Sacred Scroll
There was a map in my dream. It kind of looked like this.
There were two peaceful kingdoms from separate lands. Both, secretly planned a war against each other. My father was an assassin for the country by the bay. He was ordered to go to the other country to find information, and kill important leaders.
In one of his missions, he had been captured. He was caught trying to steal something that was sacred to them. Something, the world did not know about. When I found out my father was captured, I wanted to save him. I went around doing these missions to later finding out where my father was at. I found there was a certain day to get him out.
He was in bars on wheels, the kind animals would be placed in. One man was pulling on the rope to drag the cage along to be placed by the king. My father was treated like a trophy to them. Crowds screamed with joy, as they won another point in the game. I have never heard of it before, nor do I understand it that well. It was a game where men fought for this tiny ball.
I was hidden in a black robe, and sneaked, maneuvering to the cage. When everyone including the king roared as one of the men in the game fell backwards doing a flip. I opened the cage, told my father to get out quickly, and grabbed this scroll that I glanced at. We ran off while no one noticed.
Curious as I was, I opened the scroll. Ancient letters and musical notes for a certain instrument to play, the flute. This musical scroll was world changing. It could even stop the war. I grabbed my flute that I hid off to the side, and begged my father to guard me. I set the scroll down, and began to play.
"Get them!" Screamed the king.
The army raced on over. My father kept fighting each one who came near. Music flowed through the air.
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