You know that you are foolish. The ways that you sought after yourself may have been wrong in itself. Music is only an interpretation at heart, and you had forgotten this for so long. Not only is it the manifestation of change around the world, it is subjective and only subjective. How you had reprimanded the once naive man had felt so right at the time, but you realized that you were in the wrong. It wasn't that he was right – he surely wasn't one hundred percent correct. But that assumption had led you to believe that you were right if he wasn't. In fact, you were just about as wrong as he was. So that had made you as much of a fool as he was. Music isn't meant to have a set path – it paves on for itself.
But fools can play music too. The best musicians were fools at heart. And so you shall be. Your ignorance of what you had known the most surely had made you one. But whatever the case, you want to continue the time that you spend here in this place. You pick up the harp where Mystia had left it. You play a light piece, adding in the feelings of what you feel about this place. A touch of melancholy and nostalgia are in the lingering notes, but it conveys a blissful attitude, somewhat carefree but nevertheless interesting. You reprise the notes into a happy melody. A few wilted flowers regain their vitality and lift back up again.
You wipe a small tear in the back of your left eye. There was something bugging it. Your right eye, too. Must have been something in the air.
You arrive back at Mystia's house, closing the door softly behind you. The lights were off, and the house was all dark. However, a small singing voice was heard in the vicinity, though you couldn't see exactly where. You creep slowly, careful not to bump into anything. The voice – it was different from when she had sang the first day. It was the same voice when she had stopped singing. It was timid, and unsure of itself. It quivered in the rooms of the house. You were searching for her, but you had bumped into something. It squeaked and suddenly, the rooms were well lit. Lying on the floor under you was Mystia.
“Sorry...I couldn't see really well until I had bumped into you.”
“I-It's okay...But, ah, um...” She stammers a little. It looks like she's trying to find the right words to say. She blushes a little. “Could you, um, get off, please?”
“Ah, sure.” You were still a little shell-shocked from the sudden vision and bright lights. You get off of her. “By the way, what was the exactly?”
“Ehehe...It's my ability. I can make people night blind with my singing.”
“I thought it was fine before?”
“Well, it was but...” She trails off.
“I see.” You don't press her about it. She comes off as really fragile to you right now, even more so than before. The last thing you would want to do is to worsen the situation. She seems to be improving though. She would at least attempt to sing, instead of doing nothing at all.
As if sensing what you were thinking, she cuts herself off. “Well, I'm going to get ready to sleep. You should too. I think you haven't been getting enough sleep either.” She had shifted the mood and tone so easily. As she enters her room, you look out the window. In contrast to the normal black you see, the sky is full of grey. The clouds loom over the sky, and in no hurry to get out of the way. The moon is nigh invisible, and the first few droplets fell onto the window. Looks like a storm. However, you enter the room, and lay down on the mat spread out in front of you. You just wanted to sleep.
And sleep, you shall have.
A black haze fills your vision. You strain your eyes, but the thick black fog distorts your perception. It seems to be a body of sorts. A small looking girl holding her sisters' hands was looking over it scared. She would go no further, but you looked on at the body. You look at the body. It seems to be a man, but when you try to look over its face, a sharp pain lances through your head. You look behind you. The girl is nowhere to be found, as with the corpse when you turn around again. The ground suddenly plummets from you, only a hole replacing where you once stood.
...You jump up from the mat, a cold sweat beading your forehead. You sigh. 'Because you can't avoid your problems forever.' was it?
Never mind that, you felt a weight against your side. Looking like a lost girl in an alley, Mystia was looking at you with worried eyes.
“...Are you okay?” She had asked.
“Yeah. I just had a bad dream.” You weren't going to lie. But you didn't feel like mentioning any specifics. Except that part if you were okay. “But may I ask a question?”
She nods. “Please go ahead.”
“...Why are you next to me again?”
She looks hurt. “Th-the storm...” As if responding, the sound of thunder cracks in the distance. She tenses up, and clings onto the pillow. She was acting like a little girl. But still, you thought that was funny. “It's shocking that you can sleep through something like that.” She yawns. A flash of white strikes out in the distance.
...You ponder for a moment, then stand up from the mat. You reach for the case on the table. You take it out, and get ready to play. You compose an intricate melody, softly drowning out the sound of the thunder. It was a lullaby of sorts. You play for a while, until Mystia slowly reclines back, closing her eyes. She must have been awake through the whole storm. You continue to play until the thunder passes through. After you stop playing, you peer over to Mystia sleeping on the mat. Looking at her, she seems so helpless and vulnerable. She breathes softly and delicately, her chest rising in and out. You pick her up swiftly and place her back on her bed. You turn off the light and go back to sleep on the mat.
When you wake up, she's nowhere to be found. So you take a guess, and head outside. But for once, she's not around the flower beds where the two of you practice. So you search around the forest. Around the midst of the trees, you look over to Mystia, sitting on the hill near where lightning had hit. The flowers were gone, as if it had never been there, and the ground was burnt and defiled. She had that same expression from when she had yelled at you.
You want to do something.
[ ] You should play your harp.
[ ] You should talk to her.
[ ] You should sit down next to her.