A.N.: For my boyfriend.
A Silent Scream:
Everybody was on edge as we watched her. No one said anything, how could we? We didn't even know what to do to help her. Help her…how odd a concept that seemed. Usually we go to her for help, both in and out of the Fields of Justice.
But here she is, The Maven of Strings who usually on the battle field, helps support and heals with an air of soothing tranquility, dealing with all the violence around her with an almost inhuman calm. What always surprises me though is her kindness, how it always seems limitless and it always catches me off guard.
Here she is on the ground in front of us. Crying silent cry's of anguish with her fingers tangled up in her beautiful blue hair. Her body shaking with the power of her silent sobs.
Her Etwahl her ever constant companion that acted as her voice and played her beautiful music that everybody loved to listen to, lye broken in front of her. The strings snapped and the base broken.
Slowly I walked up to her.
"Sona…" I said softly as I knelt to the ground in front of her and untangled her delicate fingers from her hair. Tears were falling down her face like twin water falls; leaving her eyes as bright as the night's stars.
"We'll fix it Sona…we can fix it…I promise we'll find a way to give you back your voice" I said as I pulled her into and embrace.
Silently she let out a scream.