Prolog
Light seeped through the bough’s of the pine trees that grew in abundance throughout the forest. Creatures went about their daily routines with an innocence that radiated throughout their entire being. Wind whispered silkily across feathery ferns and gently caressed all that stepped into its path.
A man his hair the fiery yellow of the sun sat on a large tree trunk that had been weathered down and smoothed threw out the years. A large black guitar set nestled lovingly in his lap. A phoenix its feathers made of flame swept up from the bottom of the guitar, its mouth open in a silent cry. The man caressed the strings of the guitar as if it was the hair of a lover.
A singleseafoam green eyelooked upon the forest, in its depths sadness swirled. A lock of shaggy blond hair fell across his second eye hiding the pain that would certainly reside in it.
Gently, the man ran the tips of his fingers across the strings of his guitar. A harsh haunting melody radiated from the instrument. The music swirled and danced through the air, the notes twining around the trees and brush.
Everything the music touched shook as if in pain. Loose twigs and leaves fell to the ground with a sound like rain. Trees swayed to the rhythm of the forbidding song.
A single pristine tear glistened at the corner of his eye before sliding down the smooth expanse of his cheek.
Around him leaves darkened and curled. Small insects fell lifeless to the ground, their once strong beating hearts still and cold.
The man continued to play as the forest fell away around him. Tears began to slip down his face in an increasingly steady torrent.
“I’m sorry,” He whispered as everything died.
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