The Moon Song
Part 1, ch.3
1 The First Steps to her Destiny
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any characters by Mercedes Lackey, so don't sue me. The song "Windrider Unchained" also belongs to Mercedes Lackey. Don't use my characters without my permission.
Author's Note: Mistylenna in this story does not look anything like me. I just couldn't come up without a better name. The first part is written as seen by Misty, the main character.
After my stepmother was killed, I had to do much of the farm work. My father made breakfast, and then he and Rolin went to work in the fields. I stayed home, made dinner, and did what chores I could. Sometimes my brother helped. But his 'help' wasn't useful to me. He would beat me if I couldn't do chores right. Sometimes I was afraid to go outside and my father would see the bruises and blame Rolin for it, and then Rolin would beat me more.
When I was eight and my brother was thirteen, a bard came to Deercreek. I was helping my Aunt Zoë with her Inn because my uncle was gone for the week. The bard started to sing. I always loved music, but when the bard sang, the song seemed alive. After the bard finished, Aunt Zoë wanted me to sing. The bard offered to play "Windrider Unchained" if I would sing it. Tentatively, I started to sing.
2 Windrider, fettered, imprisoned, and pinioned
Wing-clipped by magic, his power full drained,
Valdemar's heir is defeated and captive,
With his Companion by Darklord enchained.
Darklord of shadows his fetters is weaving
Binds him in darkness as deep as despair,
Mocks at his anger and laughs at his weeping,
"Where is your strength now, oh Valdemar's heir?"
Darklord had left them by shadows encumbered,
Darshay and Windrider trapped in his gloom,
Deep in his prisons, past hope, past believing,
Heir and Companion, will this be your tomb?
Out of the shadows another draws nearer,
Out of the twilight steals one furtive light.
Shadows dance pain, while the Light sings despairing,
Drawn here by Darshay and Windrider's plight.
Power new-won have the Singer and Dancer,
Power to shatter their curses at last—
Power that also could free the sad captives;
Power to break the bonds holding them fast.
Heart speaks to heart in the depths of the darkness
Grief calls to grief, and they falter, afraid—
Why should they sacrifice all for these strangers?
Then new-won compassion sends them on to aid.
Dancer in Shadows, she weeps as she dances,
Dancing, unmaking the shadow-born bands.
Sunsinger now through tears gives up his power—
Sings back the magic to Windrider's hands.
Spent now, the twain fall into shadows
Gifted to strangers, all that they had gained.
Darklord returns, and by fear is confounded—
Flees the avenger, Windrider unchained!
When I sang it, I sometimes lost track of the world. I wanted to impress the bard, so I sang as well as I could. After I finished, the bard looked at me, then said to my aunt, "This girl has a Bardic Gift."
I didn't remember anything after that except when Aunt Zoë sent me back to the farm with a note for my father. As I rode to my father, I reflected how my life would turn out. If I went to the Bardic Collegium, I would be free of my bullying brother. I would see Companions Field and maybe see the Herald who rescued me. But on the other hand, my father might need my help on the farm.
When I came to the farm, my father wanted to know what news I had heard at the inn. I handed him the note. I will always remember the words it had.
'Misty has the Bardic Gift. We will sponsor her, and if she comes to the inn tomorrow morning, the Bard will take her to the Bardic Collegium.' My father must have read the message a dozen times before he laid it down on the table. Then he sighed and told me to follow him into the attic. From a chest, my father handed me a fan.
2.1 To be continued
Please review and I will write the next chapter more quickly.
Part 1, ch.3
1 The First Steps to her Destiny
Disclaimer: Again, I don't own any characters by Mercedes Lackey, so don't sue me. The song "Windrider Unchained" also belongs to Mercedes Lackey. Don't use my characters without my permission.
Author's Note: Mistylenna in this story does not look anything like me. I just couldn't come up without a better name. The first part is written as seen by Misty, the main character.
After my stepmother was killed, I had to do much of the farm work. My father made breakfast, and then he and Rolin went to work in the fields. I stayed home, made dinner, and did what chores I could. Sometimes my brother helped. But his 'help' wasn't useful to me. He would beat me if I couldn't do chores right. Sometimes I was afraid to go outside and my father would see the bruises and blame Rolin for it, and then Rolin would beat me more.
When I was eight and my brother was thirteen, a bard came to Deercreek. I was helping my Aunt Zoë with her Inn because my uncle was gone for the week. The bard started to sing. I always loved music, but when the bard sang, the song seemed alive. After the bard finished, Aunt Zoë wanted me to sing. The bard offered to play "Windrider Unchained" if I would sing it. Tentatively, I started to sing.
2 Windrider, fettered, imprisoned, and pinioned
Wing-clipped by magic, his power full drained,
Valdemar's heir is defeated and captive,
With his Companion by Darklord enchained.
Darklord of shadows his fetters is weaving
Binds him in darkness as deep as despair,
Mocks at his anger and laughs at his weeping,
"Where is your strength now, oh Valdemar's heir?"
Darklord had left them by shadows encumbered,
Darshay and Windrider trapped in his gloom,
Deep in his prisons, past hope, past believing,
Heir and Companion, will this be your tomb?
Out of the shadows another draws nearer,
Out of the twilight steals one furtive light.
Shadows dance pain, while the Light sings despairing,
Drawn here by Darshay and Windrider's plight.
Power new-won have the Singer and Dancer,
Power to shatter their curses at last—
Power that also could free the sad captives;
Power to break the bonds holding them fast.
Heart speaks to heart in the depths of the darkness
Grief calls to grief, and they falter, afraid—
Why should they sacrifice all for these strangers?
Then new-won compassion sends them on to aid.
Dancer in Shadows, she weeps as she dances,
Dancing, unmaking the shadow-born bands.
Sunsinger now through tears gives up his power—
Sings back the magic to Windrider's hands.
Spent now, the twain fall into shadows
Gifted to strangers, all that they had gained.
Darklord returns, and by fear is confounded—
Flees the avenger, Windrider unchained!
When I sang it, I sometimes lost track of the world. I wanted to impress the bard, so I sang as well as I could. After I finished, the bard looked at me, then said to my aunt, "This girl has a Bardic Gift."
I didn't remember anything after that except when Aunt Zoë sent me back to the farm with a note for my father. As I rode to my father, I reflected how my life would turn out. If I went to the Bardic Collegium, I would be free of my bullying brother. I would see Companions Field and maybe see the Herald who rescued me. But on the other hand, my father might need my help on the farm.
When I came to the farm, my father wanted to know what news I had heard at the inn. I handed him the note. I will always remember the words it had.
'Misty has the Bardic Gift. We will sponsor her, and if she comes to the inn tomorrow morning, the Bard will take her to the Bardic Collegium.' My father must have read the message a dozen times before he laid it down on the table. Then he sighed and told me to follow him into the attic. From a chest, my father handed me a fan.
2.1 To be continued
Please review and I will write the next chapter more quickly.