53 Chapter 14: Harvest Moons 3 (1/2)

Suddenly, out from the quiet and stillness of the night, a faint melody is heard echoing around.

A very...

Very—

familiar melody.

I climbed the balusters railing and leaped down to the ground from my bedroom balcony. I tried to follow where the sound is coming from while trying not to get seen by any soldiers.

I can't put my finger on it. But that melody is really damn familiar.

Finally, I saw an opened window.

The melody is played all over again.

Such a sad yet beautiful sound.

So pensive too.

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((A/N: Link to the piano:

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I cautiously took a peek at the window and saw a shadow sitting by the darkness of our parlour, playing the piano.

Why is this song so familiar?

I bit my lower lip in frustration.

I closed my eyes and listened to the thick melodious lullaby being played.

”...!?”

I remember!

It's the song Nora sings to us every night— for me and for the children.

It's the Song of the Ancients...

A song to remember.

I climbed the window and silently went in. Being careful not to disturb whoever it is playing the piano.

But as soon as I hid from the shadows of a corner of the room, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and soon allowed me to see clearly the figure who was playing it.

”Eriol...?”

He... knows the song too?

I stepped out of the shadows and walked towards the piano.

The soft beam of moonlight hazily beamed where he sat, running the line of his face and the tousled long hair he has with bangs that almost covered his eyes. The huge shinning black instrument complemented the ambiance as it gently reflected the soft beams of light, strings inside seemed to be golden under the moonlit room. The sound its producing is full and so thick and intoxicating to listen to.

The cold winter winds drifting by from the opened windows all but made everything more spine-tingling yet... stimulating.

His eyes are closed but when I walked to the side to watch him closer, he opens it up.