1350 A.D - The Lost Singer - Europe
A soft chiming slowly pressing on each note of the piano, the melody seem to be something far in the distance. It was just like that old tune of lyric that seem to flow like this, “Chim Chimney, Chim Chimney, Chim Chim Cheree…” It was just sweet in the back of the Lost Singer’s mind as she swayed gently to the east wind that blew like a sweet kiss on her rosy cheek. Her tired soul for once didn’t bother her mood at all as she spun herself around gently singing to the soft tune her mind. “Wind’s in the east, mist coming in. Like something is brewing, about to begin.”
Those little words turned into magic as her surrounding changed. Carnival surrounded her chiming along those soft words. Up and down there goes the magical round, while in far there goes jiggling jagging as the juggler pace to the rhythm. There! A Farris wheel in another corner gently lighten up with every note, the shooting stall seem to be popping every little can that shoots up candy in joy along with the tune.
“Chim Chimney, Chim Chimney, Chim Chim Cheroo,” She spun round and round again until she found herself in front of the Ring Master, “Good luck will rub off when I shake hands with you.” The Ring Master sung along as he dances to the tune while showing the Lost Singer the magical carnival. Her long brown hair flew with the wind as she spun in joy, “or blow me a kiss, and that’s lucky too.” Her glass blue eyes curved in a half crescent moon as she sung the next line of the song, her feet felt like wind as she felt she could dance forever in this magical wonder.
The Ring Master gestured her to meet the dancing ladies with pale skin smooth as silk, then came the elephant man as he climb up to the elephant making funny faces. Oh! Never forget those acrobatics as they climb on top of each other trying to impress the Lost Singer with their extreme body bending movement. The Lost Singer smiles in delight as she slide across the sand ground bring up dust as she sang gently again, “Can’t put my finger on what lies in store, I fear what’s happen all happen before.” She spun once more she found all magic disappeared. The magical carnival was gone, the only thing that left was the soft chiming tune of that the piano playing in far. “Chim Chimney, Chim Chimney, Chim Chim Cheree…”
The Lost Singer glanced around her surrounding seeking of the last of the magic, hoping that wonderful carnival would appear once more. She only found the busy market street presented in front of her, people simply swamp by with the grim face. It was dark times in Europe at 1350 A.D; the dark plague was on rise. People died in rapid speed that bodies seem to pile up each street. The only thing that lingers in the air was just the smell of rotten bodies. The Lost Singer sighed gently as she felt that odd dream was too far away distanced in time to fit in the current era, yet the tune somehow lingered deep in her mind. “Wind’s in the east, mist coming in. Like something is brewing, about to begin.” She wondered who said such words, the man's voice sound too familiar to her fragile mind. She picked up her sack once more, swinging it onto her shoulder along with her harp in hand. She must go to the east, maybe there would be more delightful news than this sad town. She wasn’t sure at all anymore, after all it is dark times and everyone can’t be sure to live on just one more day.
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