"The Song Forgotten"

The land looks peaceful, but their thoughts are ridden with hidden chaos. The child may not express in words, but she can feel there’s something on her father’s mind.

“Father, where did you come from?” The eldest welcomes her father. 

Her younger brother stands up from the ground, rubbing his eyes.

“Keep them asleep before I go insane,” the father snapped, looking at the boy, and ignoring her question. She nodded in reply and helped her brother to lie down.

“Sister, sing to me that song. I want to hear it and remember when I wake up,” the boy said in his drowsy voice. Her lips curved, and she opened it, making no sound.

“[][][] [][][] [] [] [][][]   [][] [][][][] [][][][]  [][]~”

 The boy’s eyes felt heavy, and without a second, he gave into its weight.

“[][][] [][][][][]~”

Hearing the song many times won’t help anyone to recall it. They had heard it from their mother’s lips, yet in a wink they couldn’t remember anymore.

The girl looked to her right and saw her father knocked out in an uncomfortable position. She went nearer and sang again without a sound.

“[][][] [][][] [] [] [][][]   [][] [][][][] [][][][]  [][]~”

The song lulled the father to a deeper slumber. Tears started crawling out of his closed eyes.

“[][][] [][][][][]~”

He shifted his knees closer to his chest and cried out for his mother’s help—a thing he refused to do since the day he came out of his tiny bed.

-Brother Alviss, The Song Forgotten