DC: AN UPDATE! Wow. I never thought I'd be able to update so fast! I guess I have TOO much time on my hands. That's good for you though. LoL.

Well here's Ch. 2

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Dry Rock Canyon was bathed in total darkness. The cloudless sky blanketed in stars, the night air frigid. A bright blue moon shone down on the empty deserted village, casting the usually yellow sand into a light blue almost green color. Tak eventually woke up from his peaceful sleep to silence.

'Strange.' He thought to himself. 'The music stopped.'

The wind blew gently and Tak instantly wrapped his arms about him to try and prevent he cold air from getting to him. Noticing how dark it was, he stood and began his trek home. He hadn't even reached the top of the falls when he was forced to stop. The moonlight shone into the open canyon so bright that it was possible to read a book but that's not what caught his attention as beautiful as the sight may have been. In the distance he could just barely make out a figure of a person sitting along the canyons far edge. The persons feet dangled over the ledge and was looking up at the starry sky. At first he thought it was Lok.

'Can't be Lok. He's afraid of the dark and features look to much like a girl. Is it Flora? No, she's shorter'

Driven by his curiosity, Tak snuck around the canyon to get a closer look at this strange figure. He took refuge behind a boulder not 12 yards away. Peeking around the side, he gasped at what he saw. A girl, perhaps about his age, sat there leaning back on her hands. She was thin, almost starved looking, her hair flowed down to the small of her back and she appeared to be maybe an inch or two smaller than Tak. It was hard to tell from the bluish light, but he guessed her hair color was a dark brown as were her eyes. She had kind cheeks and a cute little nose over smooth lips. She wore what looked like pelts. Her top was a tube top that appeared a bit tight for her small figure thought the bottom rim of it flowed freely with the breezes as did her skirt which had a tear in the side clean up to her hip. Every inch of her skin looked as soft as baby's bottom. Tak couldn't help but stare as she put a wood flute to her lips and began to play the music he had heard only hours before. Without thinking he stepped out from behind the giant rock and took soft steps toward her. He drew closer, 10 feet, 8 feet, 6 feet. He was surprised at how close he had gotten before she noticed his presence. He instantly regretted it.

She jumped, scrambling to her feet and trying to get away from him at the same time. Her face was marred with fear.

"It's ok. I'm not-"

"Nio qwalle rog mi!" she screamed in a language unfamiliar to Tak.

Once she was on her feet, she took off into the maze of Dry Rock. Tak tried to give chase but it was just too difficult to move around in some spaces compared to her apparent skill. She dodged obsticals easily and after managing to escape Tak's vision for only a second, completely disappeared. He stopped, huffing.

"Scudge!"

Sighing in defeat he walked back to where the girl had sat on the canyons wall. Tak sat down and thought for a moment.

'Was she really the one playing the music? Where did she come from? What language was she speaking? Or better yet, who was she?'

Tak couldn't find the answer to these questions. He leaned back on his hands and his fingers brushed against something. He turned and there awash in the sand, was her wooden flute. She must have dropped it in her fright and flight. Well from the scare he gave her, Tak figured that she wouldn't be coming back for it and picked it up, taking it with him as he left to go back to the village. It was late and he needed to get some sleep. He just wanted to ask her a question but instead she had taken off.

'Oh well.' Tak thought pitifully, looking down at the instrument in his hand as he stepped onto the gondola. 'Maybe, after my shaman teachings with Jibulba, I can go look for her tomorrow.'

-BREAK-

She ducked down into a little lip that jutted out from the other side of the wall and let the shadows hide her away from the boy who had approached her. She didn't expect anyone to find her and it felt as though she had failed because someone did.

"Scudge!" she heard him yell.

His voice sounded annoyed and angry. She squeezed her eyes shut as tear began to leek onto her cheeks. She didn't like making people angry, it hurt when people were angry especially when their angry at her. She pressed her hands to her face to quiet a sob as she heard his footsteps die away as he left. Then came a sudden shock and realization. She had dropped her flute. It was her only link to her past; of why she was hear and she couldn't believe she had left it behind. Crawling out of her refuge, she easily levitated herself to the top of the wall. She didn't know how she did it but she knew she could. She walked along the wall back to where she had been before, every sound she made was muffled by the sand.

"Zhita." She cursed under her breath.

The boy from before was there and had her flute in his hand. She didn't dare go up to him and ask for it back in fear that he might still be mad. So she just sat there and watched as he stood and walked toward the canyons only entrance and exit with her flute. She wasn't just going to let him get away with her treasure. She intended to follow him to his domain and steal the flute back. As she watched him go she got a strange sensation. A feeling. It was along the lines of regret and feeling pitiful, then all of a sudden happy. Choosing to ignore it, she jumped down from the wall as the boy rounded the corner on the gondola out of sight and began to pursue him.

-BREAK-

"Tak! This is beautiful! Where did you find this?"

Jibulba stared at the little wooden instrument in aw the next afternoon. Tak couldn't see the flute clearly the other night but now in broad daylight he could see every detail. The wood looked to have been apple wood, an unusual tree type for an instrument to be crafted from. It was short, perhaps not even a foot in length with odd symbols painted in yellow and red along the mouthpiece and around the barrel, embossed into the wood giving it texture. Upon further inspection, similar symbols were carved into the inside of the flute as well. It was a strange piece of work but pretty all the same.

"I saw this girl out in the canyon as I was coming home. She ran off and just left it there."

Jibulba's eyes grew even wider.

"Do you know what language these runes are in?"

Tak was confused at this point. Obviously this flute was a lot more than what he had first thought it to be.

"U…I have no idea." He said blankly.

"Good, cause I don't either."

Jibulba bitterly handed the flute back to Tak.

"Lets get serious here, Tak. No goofing around."

Tak held the instrument in his hands for a moment, looking at it sullenly. He was totally lost. At first it was a rare and mysterious artifact but now it was an old piece of junk. It was one of a kind, which made it special to Tak. However he knew it was not his to keep. His training was over and now he was free to do whatever he pleased. Tak left the hut and traveled to a secluded part of the village; out near one of the many Juju shrines that were scattered all over. He sat down, leaning against one of the totems. Slowly he placed the wooden flute to him lips and blew into the mouthpiece.

DC: well that was ch.2 hope you liked it. also I have a favor to ask. So far I have the main storyline/plot down but I want to add a couple mini quest type things that tie in. So ideas would be nice. ANY ideas are welcome!!!