Role

Chapter 7

Whenever Merigaeld's slender fingers caressed the strings of her instrument,
the past came rushing back to her with a visceral intensity. Each note she
played, each chord she struck, seemed to summon the memories of that fateful
day when her world was consumed by flames. As the melodies flow from her
instrument, so did the pain. It was as if the music acted as a portal,
transporting her back to the heart-wrenching moments when her forest home was
devoured by magical fire. The vivid recollection was etched into every beat.
The warmth of the fire's cruel dance, the acrid scent of smoke, the searing
heat that had scorched her hands all of it surged back with each
melancholic note. Her heart, heavy with grief, bore the weight of that
tragedy every time she played, and the strings seemed to vibrate in harmony
with her anguish.

Yet, in the midst of this torment, there was an unspoken resolve. The music
served as a testament to her enduring love for her lost family and her
unyielding determination to seek vengeance against those who had wrought such
devastation. With every chord, she channeled her pain into purpose, using the
haunting melodies to fuel her quest. The instrument, though an instrument of
sorrow, became her voice, her solace, and her weapon. It was a poignant
reminder that the scars of the past would forever shape her path, driving her
onward in her relentless pursuit of retribution, a way to quench the flames
of her pain; The pain a relentless thirst for vengeance, a yearning to
extinguish the flames of her sorrow with the fire of retribution.