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[Feb 18] [Original] – The Bridge of Heaven and Earth
Title: The Bridge of Heaven and Earth
Day/Theme: bone flute
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: N/A
Rated: PG
Notes: One of those stories/drabble that fits in more than one day since the bunnies merged.
There once was a man, and as all stories goes he could do many things. Some say he had the power to raise the dead, others say he killed ten thousand men in a single night. The only constant all of his stories had was that he carried a white flute and he valued that flute above all else.
“I’m here to buy your flute,” a well dressed young man in his late teens demanded as he threw a roll of notes onto the table.
“What makes you think I’m willing to sell it?” The man at the table asked as he took another bite from his meal.
The young man licked his lips nervously. “Don’t be stupid, there’s enough money here for you to live off of for ten life times.”
“It’s not for sale,” the man replied as he made a move to leave the table.
“I need it.”
The man chuckled. “So did everyone else before you kid,” he turned to leave the restaurant only to be blocked by two well armed men by the door. He looked back at the kid who had kneeled on the floor, begging him to reconsider.
“Please,” the kid begged, “a war is going to break out in the north and the droughts in the south had been going on for the past five years. I’ve heard you can help.”
The man sighed, “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I can’t stop a war nor can I end the drought, the only things I can do is play music and wander this earth. Now will you let me go?”
The young man nodded and his two guards moved to let the man through.
Well out of town a man was playing his flute as he walked to the next town. A breeze scatters the fallen leaves in his path even though there was no wind that day.
Husband, I think you were too harsh with that young man back there. A soft voice whispered into his ear.
“You think so my dear?”
You could have been nicer.
“Maybe I was, but I don’t want to kill anymore and the drought would end eventually. Lets not talk about him anymore, I’ve heard the east is beautiful at this time of the year, do you want to do there?”
Yes, and a playful breeze ruffled his hair before darting away. I want to see the Moon Mirror, and I’ve also heard the festivals are really fun.
Day/Theme: bone flute
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: N/A
Rated: PG
Notes: One of those stories/drabble that fits in more than one day since the bunnies merged.
There once was a man, and as all stories goes he could do many things. Some say he had the power to raise the dead, others say he killed ten thousand men in a single night. The only constant all of his stories had was that he carried a white flute and he valued that flute above all else.
“I’m here to buy your flute,” a well dressed young man in his late teens demanded as he threw a roll of notes onto the table.
“What makes you think I’m willing to sell it?” The man at the table asked as he took another bite from his meal.
The young man licked his lips nervously. “Don’t be stupid, there’s enough money here for you to live off of for ten life times.”
“It’s not for sale,” the man replied as he made a move to leave the table.
“I need it.”
The man chuckled. “So did everyone else before you kid,” he turned to leave the restaurant only to be blocked by two well armed men by the door. He looked back at the kid who had kneeled on the floor, begging him to reconsider.
“Please,” the kid begged, “a war is going to break out in the north and the droughts in the south had been going on for the past five years. I’ve heard you can help.”
The man sighed, “I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but I can’t stop a war nor can I end the drought, the only things I can do is play music and wander this earth. Now will you let me go?”
The young man nodded and his two guards moved to let the man through.
Well out of town a man was playing his flute as he walked to the next town. A breeze scatters the fallen leaves in his path even though there was no wind that day.
Husband, I think you were too harsh with that young man back there. A soft voice whispered into his ear.
“You think so my dear?”
You could have been nicer.
“Maybe I was, but I don’t want to kill anymore and the drought would end eventually. Lets not talk about him anymore, I’ve heard the east is beautiful at this time of the year, do you want to do there?”
Yes, and a playful breeze ruffled his hair before darting away. I want to see the Moon Mirror, and I’ve also heard the festivals are really fun.