Fantasy/Romantic
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Chapter 14. There no need to go back to the music room. There are perfectly good acoustics on the stage. I stare at the raised platform at the far end of the dining hall feeling like an antelope caught away from the herd by a lion. An indifferent lion. Lord Adam isn't even looking at me as he strides toward the stage. In question. If I wanted to, I could flee. There is something that draws me after him. An antelope willingly straying toward the predator. He is waiting for me at the stage, offering his hand to help me up. I place mine in it and feel a spark go up my arm at the contact. Some fe enchantment or glamour help me sing better than I play. They have both feet planted firmly on top of the stage. I turned back to Lord Adam and find him leaning back against the air, watching me as though he is on the brink of becoming bored again, quirks a dark I brought me mirth dancing in my eyes. Is he amused at my discomfort? My mouth goes dry and I lift my gaze, staring at the closed door to the kitchen. Across the way. I would advise you to sing before the shadows overtake us. This is cruel. He is cruel. I have no memory. I supposed to know a song even so, may have whatever took away my personal history didn't take away that I might have learned by rote, but it took away my ability to know where to access those rote learned memories may have the song of the Night. Lord Adam authors something about his words tickles something deep inside my mind. A rhythm starts to move in my soul. I think too hard. I fear all scared all the way. Maybe if I let it draw itself out. Closing my eyes, I part my lips. The day deserted us. The sun sets in the west. My lover. Where are you my lover? Where are you? The shadows are coming shames. They are calling my lover. Where are you madam, lover? Where are you? The darkness has bound me. The moon has found me, my lover. Where are you, my lover? Where are you? I tried to be true, but you were not there. I tried to be true. But you did not care. The moon has my new lover. I choose the moon is my new mother shoes. I know there are more verses. No doubt most of them floating around in my heart somewhere. I believe that what I have found this night is a month. Opening my eyes. I break the spell that has transported me away from this place of darkness and smugness and forgetfulness to a plane of only music and beauty and something else. Something haunting. I feel disappointment till I lock eyes with Lord Adam. His mouth is slightly open and his own eyes are wide. Then slowly he brings his hands together into one clap. Then too, I do believe MS salma that you have found the source of your hacker. It's my turn for my jaw to drop my hacker nodding. He strides to the base of the stage. You not only sang a song, but also you wove a spell, a glamour of sorts. There's only one way to know for sure holds out his hand. My mind is racing with so many questions and so much wonder at once is it true that I really possess this strange mortal magic? If so, what does that mean for me? How can I utilize it if I can remember these lyrics? Can they in turn be the key to remembering when I sang in the past and how I utilized my potential? Heck thin in those days I take Lord Adam's hand and take a step. But I sorely misjudged the distance between the stage and the ground and plummet Strong arms wrap around my waist clinging to me even as my knees hit the ground. Then they draw me close against word, Adam lending his security to me as he keeps me upright while dragging me back up to my feet. After the vertigo from falling and the glamour being held so tightly by the gruff. A lord. It takes my mind some moments to return to my body when it does. I feel the most ridiculous grin on my face as I gaze up at him. Mortals are often clumsy after an outflow of magic, he murmurs, The hand not wrapped around my waist and pressing me to him trailing down my jawline. I shudder at the unexpected touch, and then he cuts my chin and I don't dare breathe. Using his hold on my chin. He turns my face to the left, then to the right, analyzing my profile for something such intense scrutiny that makes me wonder if I'll ever dare breathe again.