There is one last desperate thing I can try.Gathering my courage,I yell,play the instruments together!''
My voice echoes through the vaccum created by the Masker.
''Too Risky'' protests Rafe.''That much uncontrolled sound could destroy us all''
The blackness around the throat of The Masker deepens.
Slowly he collects the stolen voices of Nove Skina.
''I'LL Conduct like Patrice.''
Secret Valley folk look doubt full as they clasp their instruments.
''Hurry I say it is only chance.
Hesitantly at first the man with the vermillion voice begins to sing aand Rafe joins hin but he is out of rythym
The sounds clash they cannot see the colours their cymbels guitars and such make.
The masker's gloating laugh fills theair as darkness rolls in shrivelling the layers of a birch tree.over head.
They did not understand te fenzied cacophany only made him stronger.
Then he aimed the beam of black energy the sound was tangled in at Luda
I gab the beam blisters on my hand generated from it.
The Masker yell;''Stop Her''.For one no one heeds him.
My hands untangle the beam.Ignoring him and my raw bloody hands I weave the strands of colour into harmony again and The Valley Folk watch my gestures.They respond with the exact colours I require
''grab the instruments shouts The Masker''.''They will destroy Unity and copy rights and book publisher permission to publish this they will destroy Noveskina''.
Aron reaches for Selmas harp hesitates but then I take the masker black note and soften into a white chime tucking gray mist gently back into lavender.
Songbirds sing and I weave these into a joyous symphonyof hrry the dog yelpig in the crowd and weave the orange of the pain Ceiron's mass and those of others peelig off their faces
An airy hologram created which people stare at of my mrmories of the valley council
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