Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170521171711

Thomas almost stops when he hears it. It comes from a distant voice, then seems to get closer. That's when he sees the image from the corner of his eye.

It was Regina, looking as she did when they first met---or, that was as near as he could guess. Her back is to him, her hands doing something he couldn't see. She wavers like a ghost; every time he tries to focus on her, the image shifts or disappears. But it never goes away.

The melody was a song Regina had always sung, ever since the day he found her. A simple melody that he had never heard before, nor could find any research on. He had always believed that it was a secret to knowing where he originally came from, as only she knew it. It was the song she used to sing their children to sleep when they were newborn; it's a song that only escapes her lips when she is comforting someone, or doing something she loves. It was her song of motherhood, personal and unique.

But now, hearing it in these dismally lit lands, it made Thomas angry and somewhat frightened. No one deserved to sing that song. It belonged to another. The memories that went with it were stolen, and Thomas felt his anger rising as he continued to listen to the violation of his emotions as the song tugged on his heart with a singular, precise puppet string.

He adjusted his grip on the girl and continued on.