Chapters (19)
“It would be my honor. I can at least gather more water. Roots.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Cara checked her iPhone. It was running out of power. Even so, she touched the screen.
“But before I do—I never explained what my world was like, did I, Ser Dalius? It’s a lot different than your world. More advanced. Less magic, but we invented a lot of things. And we made this. Would you like…to hear a song?”
A song began playing from the speakers. Ser Dalius’ eyes widened. Slowly, he cast around. And then sat on a stone lid.
“I—I should like that very much, Miss Cara.”
“Well then. I should introduce myself.”
She got to her feet. She had been born in Ireland. Lived there all her years. But she knew her world—and this was not hers. Nevertheless—some things were the same.
The lost man sat on the lid. Kind. A bit sanctimonious. But honorable. As lost as she was. Cara O’Sullivan swept him a deep bow. And her voice was deep, resonant. Not with any Skill. But with years of practice.
“In my world, there are [Actors], Ser Dalius. Not just performers, but [Actors]. Who strut and fret their time on the stage. We sing and dance. Perform timeless stories.”
She looked around. The dark crypt was a poor stage. But then again—the light made her the one thing in the world. She put the iPhone down, illuminating her body.
“But I have no props. No cast. So for now, I’ll sing a song.”
“I heard you sing before.”
The [Knight] murmured. He watched as Cara cleared her throat, warming up. She nodded.
“I trained as an actor. A singer. A performer. I can dance and juggle. So—here’s a little song for the Knight of the Tomb.”
He jerked and started at that. But then smiled.
The music swelled. The drums and a guitar crescendo. And Cara sang another song. A fitting song to give hope to the immortal ghost.
Go the Distance from Hercules.
The [Knight]’s bowed head slowly rose. He looked up. The [Singer] stood in front of him. And he sighed.
Closing his eyes.
The ghost shed no tears, because he could not. But he took courage from the song in the darkness. And his body seemed to shine.
Cara saw his features soften. His legs grow firmer. They tapped against the stone coffin. She saw faint flesh, pulsing veins. Dark hair, like hers. And his eyes were pale yellow and green.
For a moment, a man sat there. Smiling faintly. And the glow from his body disappeared. But that was alright.
Because she was a star. So the young woman shone for them both.
[Singer Level 7!]
[Skill – Melody of Sparks obtained!]
And that night—there was fire.