Dorr Hart

As the boy heard ringing, it was a bothersome thing and he worked hard to change its pitch. At first it took effort, the note changes came slowly, the transition was shrill, out of key. It was as a land slide, but of sound instead of earth. In its movement the shades were ominous, foreboding. The boy came to know these sounds as "The Burden", a curse cast upon him by an ancient beast of which he knew nothing. The boy hunted the beast through darkness and light. The creature left no foot prints in the sand, his hands cracked deep like a painting of the winds razors. He came upon a river flowing of dead water and he gazed upon it through yellow eye's. The dead water rose up and did speak to him, "you must gather your courage and your adornments for battle". "You will meet the beast from within, there in the cave of your very soul, you must concur The Burden". "When you possess the instrument of this bothersome ringing you must use it to make the sound be as music". The boy listened closely and did as the river told him. The boy now is in command of the beast's glistening, jewel laden-ed instrument, but he still does not feel well.