Author's Notes: Something I came up with during an Economics class. Should have been studying for exams, but oh well. Enjoy!
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Title: Sunset Songs
Words: 369
Summary: A bard strums his guitar.
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Carlos cast a wistful smile over the ocean, his guitar cradled in his hands. The setting sun turned the cerulean seas into a kaleidoscope of vibrant colours. Flaming reds and fiery oranges washed over him, drowning out all other colours. He always came to this particular pier, to sit on its edge, just to watch the sun set. Sometimes he would even sleep out here, just so that he could watch the sun bring light to the world at dawn.
Comodo was a beautiful town, possibly the most beautiful city in all of Rune-Midgard in his opinion. Its beaches of pink-white sand, its gigantic palm trees, its enormous, glittering seashell that was its centrepiece, there was no other place that could boast such natural beauty. But however much he loved his beautiful hometown, Carlos loved the sunset more. There was nothing in the world that could quite capture the same powerful beauty of the sun. A troupe of bards and dancers had once tried to capture the pure essence of a sunset and put it to dance and music. The performance had been a huge success, the dancers' colourful costumes becoming a whirling blur of reds and oranges. However, Carlos had felt that they had fallen short of what a sunset truly was. The thing about sunsets was that there would be another one, just like it, the very next day.
The song and dance hadn't completely unaffected him, though. The 'Dance of the Assassin Cross at Sunset' had inspired him more than any other. Smiling to himself, he plucked at his guitar's strings, listening to his instrument's mellow voice. The 'Assassin Cross' Sunset' was a fast paced song, conveying the speed of the assassin and the strength of the sun. He had changed the song, ever so slightly, though, to create a version that felt more natural to him. His version was calmer, conveying the beauty of both. It reminded him of someone, a beautiful assassin, and he felt that this version did her justice. Carlos was proud of the song, its lilting notes often carrying deep into the night.
Today was no different. Just like the sunset, there was a song as sweet as the last, everyday.