Europe - Part 4

1359 A.D. Europe - Unknown - The Lost Singer

The snow had been falling gently down the sky. It made the world turned a white scenery, as every surface had been sprinkle with white salt. Once in a while a white rabbit would peep out from the ground for a brief moment before disappearing again. The birds only chipper when sun ray gazed down through the thick layer of clouds. It was cold to walk among these grounds as the snow seep deep among the shoes. It was hard to see a by passing traveling among all these snow.

The Lost Singer had once again been traveling. It was just after the Black Death that been roaming wild and free among the land, it seem the winter had slow its process down making the death not so dreadful to dealt with. The Lost Singer was in her similar states as she traveled from town to town with a lost tune humming gently among her mind. There was only one slightly upside with the Black Death in a slight downhill states, it was that business had started to pick up again. At least, The Lost Singer would state she finally wouldn't need to huddle among some muffle horrible alley with some dead body laying near by as companionship. 

"Chime Chimney~ Chime Chimney~" 

The Lost Singer sung gently as she crush through the snows with her feet. It was only once in a while she would jumped and leaped a bit as her hand reached up to catch the falling snow. Her glass blue eyes glee with joy as she laughed and spoke to her own self, well to those who were around her would seen it in such manner, yet in the Lost Singer's mind she was simply speaking to a man with leather jacket. The man in leather jacket was waving toward her telling her a long lost joke. 

'Teacher, why did the stars would always reborn into new?'

"It was to bring life again, life is a cyclical. If everything is dead, than this world is simply a dead place with no you nor me to meet."

The Lost Singer replied to the question as she giggled and blew a kiss with the motion of her hand. Her eyes twinkle with glee as she took a step forward, little did she pay much attention as she tripped over a stone slumping herself upon the ground face down. It was that moment she gazed up and notice a glee of interest in the far end of the woods. The light jingle sound of bells ringing through the winter day. 

The sound of a festive crowds. How odd? There had been little entertainment ever since the broke out of the Black Death, people were not keen on entertaining anymore as they grieve over the death of their love ones. The Lost Singer wondered as she slowly got up upon the snow, her glass blue eyes wondered around as she tried to locate the sounds. She walked and walked among the woods as she gazed right and left. It was only when she finally saw the lantern hung high upon the road that lead her to smile. Bingo. 

'Why you always think I am trouble?' 

This time the question came from a little boy, he was holding upon the Lost Singer's hand as he swung the hand gently a few times while he skip and hop upon his steps. He held a wide smile upon his face while he let his traditional Gallifrey clothing puffed lightly with each hop. 

"Maybe it is because you are too curies for your own, or was it you like to make trouble?"

The Lost Singer replied as she laughed in joy as watching the little boy let go of her hand and ran a bit ahead of her. The little boy turned his head and made a face at her. It was that moment when someone touched the Lost Singer, 

"Are you alright, ma'm?"

Next thing the Lost Singer understood was the little boy was no where to be found anymore. She wondered where that little boy went, was he invented from her mind? However, she couldn't convince herself that little boy was invented, instead she felt she knew of this little one for a very long time.

"Oh... I am fine. Does this path head to the entertainment?" 

The Lost Singer gestured her hand in a general direction as she asked. Her mind was still wrapping around the images she saw in her world. Just this moment, a odd tune jumped into her mind as it sung gently in the back of her mind. 

'The silver bells are ringing
With each passing cable car....'

"Yes, dear. I heard the songs are making the joy out of each weary souls. Not to say, rumors around the town said they have a good fortune teller among there too. You think I could see my future husband that wouldn't actually be landed dead this time?"

The Lost Singer didn't really catch all the words the young lady was saying, she only nodded a few times before she ran forward. In her eyes, she saw the little boy again as he wavered the Lost Singer to come along. She opened her mouth a few times struggling to come up with words as she desperately wanted to ask the little boy if he was real or was it her imagination. She ran after the little boy as she didn't realized she had ran right into the carnival crowd. The little boy ended up gripping onto her hand again. This time he asked another thing.

'Teacher, do you believe in fate?'

"I believe there is a time and place for everything. Is my time not ready for me to see you?"

The Lost Singer asked gently as the little boy snickered as the little boy turned into the man in leather jacket. The man in leather jacket reached out touching the Lost Singer's cheek gently as he held a sad smile upon his lips. The Lost Singer could see the weight of guilt hung upon those lovely brown eyes. She tried to reached back to touch the face as she asked again,

"Are you the one for the correct time and place?"

'Teacher, it is not our time yet.'

It was that spur moment the man in leather jacket disappeared leaving the Lost Singer spun around to try and find the man again. She spun herself around and around again, desperation was setting deeply upon her heart. Her hand clench upon her clothing as she tried to find the man again. There was still no trace of the man, nor was there even a tint trace of the man stepping upon the thick layer of snow. There was only a handful of musicians sitting near by a pit of fire while a old lady sat there gently talking to another lady in deep mysterious manner. The Lost Singer wondered if she was going crazy, than again she was always a bit crazy.

The Lost Singer strolled herself near the small gathering as she sat her own small sack down upon the ground. Her lute laid upon her lap as she gently sung with the melody the others were singing. It was among the gently cracking of the fire pit that lead her to see the little boy again. This time he was standing near the fire holding his hands out to warm himself up.

'Teacher, have you ever wonder why Gallifrey is never cold?'

"I never know~ for it is rarely cold outside~"

The Lost Singer gently sung her words as reply as she was now sure this little boy was just her illusion. She wondered if she will ever break this illusion and come to reality, than again she seem to be living in these illusions for a very long time in her life. It was as if she knew these people dearly to her heart.

"It is cold outside, would you come with me, my fair lady?"

This time.... The voice came in, the voice she longed and understood for a long while. The man in her dream. Who is he? She didn't move her head as she feared it was her own imagination again. The Lost Singer thought it was her mind acting up again as she felt a hand gently lay upon her shoulder. Her head slowly turned and gazed up to see the man in leather jacket smiling gently next to her. He slowly sat himself down next to the Lost Singer.

"It is cold outside, my fair lady, would you join me in front of the fireplace?"

The man in leather jacket asked again as he held out his hand toward the Lost Singer. She hesitated. Her hand shaken violently as she blindly clench upon her lute. She could feel her eyes slowly watering up as she lean her body forward. The man caught her in his arms. It felt like home.

Yes. Home.

"Country road~ take me home~ to the place~ I belong~"

The Lost Singer gently sung as the man in leather jacket held onto her as he rocked her back and forth gently. She closed her eyes and smiled. Home. It was something she never felt in her life, yet now... she felt like home.

Europe - Past - Part 2

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. 

Europe - Past - part 1

1388 - The Lost Singer - Florence

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

There was always a shadow among her dream,too familiar yet too strange to tell the difference. She wanted to grip hold onto the shadow, yet each time before she could grip hold she would be jotter awake. It would always lead her to sit in her bed gazing out in the far end thinking back on the many questions forming in her mind.

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

At times in her dream she would feel the faint waver of emotion. Other times she would see the interaction of the shadow with another mist figure as the scene all seem too familiar. She felt like she should know this, yet she couldn’t let the words formed properly into her mind to explain why she should know it.

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

It was the usual days for ‘The Lost Singer’as she wrapped around in a robe while sitting in a town center singing gently of tales of the old. A man came to her today, sat there and listens to her old tale of singing. She didn’t notice the man until he came up to her handing over an odd coin that held odd circle markings on it. “Sorry.” The man said while a sad smile hung on that sharp angular face that felt all too familiar in her scramble mind. She reached out her hand before she trembled upon her feet from her own clothing. Crushing faintly, she raced to catch up as she barely cared how her manner mattes anymore.

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

“I know you.” She faintly said as she gripped onto the hems of the man’s clothing. Her glass blue eyes glint with wonder as she slowly sees her dream figure over lapping with reality. Fragments of dream are still a fragment, but this man, she could tell was the center of all her fragments. The man suddenly halted spinning around making her herself bumped right into his broad chest. “You shall remember, as you are not once upon a dream.” The man said as he sad eyes looked right into her glass blue eyes.Memories just flickering all over her mind as she blinked her eyes rapidly before she let out a cry as too much information just flickering around, she closed her eyes as she let her body lump away into the arms of the man.

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream

The next time she woke up, she noticed she was in a comfortable bed, a bed that had appeared once in a while in her dream.Is she in dream? She than heard a faint broken song that often just swamp around her mind. “I know you… once upon a dream.” She faintly hummed the words as she closed her eyes leaning back onto the bed again, somehow the song make her heavy heart as she swamp into her fragment of dreams.

But if I know you, I know what you do

You love me at once

The way you did once upon a dream

The man walked into the room as he sat down sank his weight onto the bed, he gently ruffled through her dark brown locks as he mused, “I know you, you love me at once, and shall love forever be.” He sang along that broken tune as she smiled back. Somehow she knew someday she will find back those answer, time wasn’t right yet. Yes. Time was simply not right yet.