Grandma's Melodies
Fatal Blow
With a final, ear-splitting roar, the monster you've been battling trembles and splinters before your eyes. Its fierce form peels and cracks, slowly engulfed by the sweet smell of grandma’s jam which glows on your trusty sling. Astonishing moonbeams stream through the fading darkness, painting the space where the creature once was. The empty stomach of the beast is silhouetted in the moon's magic light, slowly fading into the night.
Yet beneath the monster’s roars of defeat, you hear a mellifluous harmony. It's the melodies you've been singing! The last verse vibrating through your chest, bubbles away at your courage, growing stronger, clearer. You squint at the translucent exploits of the monster, disappearing little by little, melting away into the humming vibrations of your magical song.
You're transfixed, watching the remains of the hideous creature float away, and absorb back into the night sky. All that’s left now is a clear, smoky path right through to the moon, now sparking effulgently, its glow untouched. As if it had shed its skittish fears, the moon now shines braver, bolder, bathing you in its celestial pearl. You start a victory tune, a song of bravery and triumph taught by your grandma, and you know you’ve saved the night.