A Songstress Lures Me, Towards the Truth
Summary: She will never stop playing her harp. Yet, she will never know why. (PGSM; drabble.)
Disclaimer: I don't own (Pretty Guardian) Sailor Moon.
Author's Notes: Princess Sailor Moon-centric. A 165 word-length drabble. I was wondering why she played the harp.
The notes tinkle softly into the listening night air, echoing sweetly.
Mindlessly, I pluck the strings of my harp, not knowing why I do this or what it will do to further my own ends. It's like a ghost has possessed my soul, and I do not try to resist. I simply let myself play the harp.
Yet something within me demands an answer. Why? Why? She asks me incessantly. Why do you do this? Stop it! You need to stop.
Go away! I tell her sharply. I don't want to put up with her tonight.
With a whimper the voice within fades away into nothingness. And still I play my harp, forever, never knowing why.
And yet I feel as though a songstress is luring me ever on, towards the truth of my existence. Someone far greater in skill then I...a being who knows everything.
I will not follow her piercing gaze, for I know she will lead me to a terrible truth.