YM: Hi hi!!! I've got a new fic 4 u guys!! But before you read this one, you have to go read "Song of the Wind" by Halfling Rogue. It's on my favorite Stories List.

EC: Shouldn't we ask before we write a sequel to Song of the Wind??

YM: Yeah, but I reviewed on it…….and I never got an answer…….

Ella: Just great.

YM: -_-' shut up. I'm not that bad of a writer.

Ella: Says you.

EC: Children, children!! Stop fighting.

Ella: Fighting? Fighting!? I'll show you fighting!!

EC: Save it for the fic.

Ella: -_-' Damn Muses. You can't live with 'em, you can't kill 'em.

EC: You're only here for one reason, so do your job and get it over with.

Ella: //mutters// why don't you do it yourself.

Gau: Ella, just do what they say.

Ella: //rolls eyes// alright Gau. I don't know why you care so much. I really don't.

Gau: Just do it Ella.

Ella: Oh, alright. Yami Megami doesn't own Shadow Skill – hell, she can't even use them – and if you sue her, all you'll get is what's left of her allowance. The grand total of that is (glances at a handful of change) -_-' thirteen cents.

YM: HEY!!! I HAD 14!! WHERE'S MY PENNY!!??

EC: -_-' Just write the fic – we'll look for it later.

YM: Ok…….

Chapter 1: Lace

Ella Ragou had been sleeping, when she suddenly jolted awake. She had no idea what she woke up from – she hadn't been dreaming and there were no sounds in the dead-silent forest. In fact, it was too quiet. Looking around, she saw that the fire had gone out a little while ago and now all it was, was smoke wafting in the gentle breeze. Standing, she was about to simply stretch and go back to sleep, when she heard a sound. It sounded like a drapphe or a pipe of some kind. Sad and mournful, it reminded Ella of something, but she couldn't place her finger on what.

This sound was very compelling, it was so in fact that curiosity got the better of her and she stood despite herself and started to walk to where the sound was coming from. She had been going at the damned forest that seemed bent to make her life a living hell, when finally she came to a clearing. In the middle of that clearing was a tree stump, and sitting on that tree stump was a person.

Staying in the shadows, she watched as the girl sat, looking straight up at the moon, and sang. Her song was tormented, lonely, in desperate need of a friend, and full of a somehow forbidden hope that someone would come and help her. It was mournful, but hopeful; Ella knew this girl wanted help, wanted a friend. She had been told once that a person's music reflects their deepest feelings, and so, this girl was miserable, and possibly being abused.

Ella stepped closer to her to hear the end of the song as it quieted, obviously coming to an end, and stepped on an unheeded twig that lay on the thickly vegetated meadow floor. The girl's head snapped up and she immediately stopped singing. She whipped around to face Ella, and for the first time, Ella got a good look at her in the stark moonlight.

She had long silver hair that cascaded freely down her shoulders to about her mid back, swaying in the soft breeze and curling playfully about her face. The subject of which was made of soft contours, making it seem gentle and inviting; paired with large eyes, she looked both naive and gentle, and also very young. Her shirt was deep black with silver laces that went up her arms and half of her front. Her pants were black also and laced up the sides with the same silver chord, but there were silts near the inside of her thighs. It was an old style, but it was more efficient for traveling than what Ella wore.

Her eyes, which were the purest of chrome, were wide with fright when Ella stepped out of the shadows and she saw the markings on her arms, which she had uncovered to sleep. The girl turned, mane of hair billowing behind her, and stood, all in one fluid movement, and jumped quickly, as if to run.

"Wait, don't go. Who are you?" asked Ella. Stopping dead in her tracks, the girl looked at Ella, eyes bright, the color of the moon, and a soft whisper came.

"You, you are Ella Ragou, the 59th Seville, right?" Ella wasn't sure if it was the wind playing tricks on her or if it was the girl speaking, but she took her chances with the latter and said,

"Yes, I'm Ella Ragou. Who are you?" The girl's eyes brightened at that corroboration and she held out a hand towards Ella. Then, a silver light flashed in front of her and when it ended, there was an ebony box in front of Ella. She looked at it warily, and then at the girl, the subject of which, nodded. Ella tentatively reached out and poked it, half expecting it to attack her or something. When nothing happened, she cautiously opened the box, which stayed suspended in air, as if it were sitting on an invisible table. There, inside the box on black silk, was a drapphe that was carved out of what appeared to be dragonite – white as stone but polished smooth and clean. Someone had taken great care to keep this in extremely good condition. Uncertainly, Ella touched the smooth surface of the drapphe, and knew at one it was dragonite – hard as stone, smooth as silk, yet elegantly delicate. This was a rare piece indeed, and a prized possession to say the very least. Why was this girl giving it to her? Picking it up, she had never seen such a drapphe. She had been almost sure it was made of dragonite, but dragonite was heavy and dense; not a very nice thing to make an instrument out of if you were going to use it for anything other than show. This drapphe was light; practically weightless in fact.

As soon as she picked it up and held it, a wave a familiarity washed over her. Then, she knew who's drapphe this was. Wide eyed and starring, she said,

"Is that you??"……………..

TBC…….

YM: So, how was that??

EC: I still say we should have asked if we could make a sequel to Halfling's fic.

YM: ……..you're probably right, as always………Is it okay that we wrote a sequal to Song of the Wind??

EC: We'll take it down if you don't like it……or re-write parts if you don't like them…..

Ella: Oh shut up already.

Gau: Ella.

Ella: But Gau!! They're being idiots.

Gau: Leave them alone. They can't help it Ella.

Ella: //pouts//

YM: -_-' Anyway, R&R plz!! ^_^

EC: Yeah…then I can bother her relentlessly to write another chapter!!!

YM: -_-' Just R&R…..C&C is appreciated, flames are tolerated but not enjoyed.