Melodies of Restoration
The Figure's Story
Right after you finished playing, you noticed the tall figure standing out from the crowd. You held the enchanting violin close to your heart, its strings still humming with the tune. Now that the song was over, it was time to listen. You softly called out to the cloaked figure, eager to hear their tale, 'What's your story?' The stranger seemed shocked at first. Then, they slowly started to open up to you.
Looking down at your violin, the stranger started speaking. Their words were gruff and low. 'I... I made that.' As they admitted it, a very surprised gasp escaped your mouth. Suddenly, everybody in the room focused their attention on you two. Even some noise outside attracted the police, who came in to manage the crowd. Among them was an officer who gently approached you. Without a word, they carefully lifted the magical violin from your grasp. 'Evidence,' was all they said. You couldn't understand, but seeing the state official seriousness, you quietly released it.
Days felt unusually long without your magical violin in hand. Everything was different. Without your instrument, you could no longer heal hearts the usual way. You felt like an ice cream missing its best flavor. However, a certain spark – an excited flicker – coursed within you. Conditions were strange, questions were many. Yet you waited, patiently, like a sib waiting for their birthday present. You were waiting for a new twist in your journey, a new story to play, a new mission to heal. Deep down in your heart, you knew it – this was not the end.