A/N: each chapter is two or more drabbles (a ficlet of 100 words or less) from each different point of view. It was a style I developed from reading an author of LotR fanfics.
Enjoy the story. Reviews are much appreciated- this is a new style I'm working with.
Morning Song
CHAPTER ONE: DEATH
--Lark--
Death.
Like the stench of smoke, ash, and smoldering humus, the stink of death scorched the inside of Lark's nose. The cries of wounded animals inside their dens tugged at her heart.
"I hear you all," Lark crooned softly. "I hear you. I'm sorry. I can only give you comfort, as Mother Earth taught."
She lifted her wooden flute to her lips, breathing a soft breath into it. Music, wood song, witch song, filled the air, filled the night, mingling with the smoke. The animals heard her song, and knew a measure of peace.
The demon heard her song, too.
--Pollution--
The woods burned like hellish flames. The forest screamed in pain.
He wondered: could that nature loving cow or those planet punks feel the earth screaming? Could that goody-goody Captain hear the agonized cries of the dying forest?
He smiled, savoring the pain and destruction, and the first note caressed his ears.
Acid rain, toxic sludge, smog. The beauty of all these things was wrapped up in soft, sweet music. He knew, somehow, that anyone hearing that song would remember whatever made his blood run hot and his eyes gleam.
Somewhere down there, someone played his passions on the wind.
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