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This song for some reason made me think of a small scene. Though I took most of the idea from the start of the song, instead of the lyrics. So it won’t be based of of love, instead it will be based off of tension. ‘A small peaceful village in the meadow, buzzed with activity as the sun shined, peeking through the trees. Children were playing around the huts and main area. Shops and street markets were open and bells were ringing. The smell of fresh bread wafted through the air. Adults chatted with one another. Animals were being tended to by farmers, and the sound of plows and hoes echoed through the field near the village. The wind swayed the trees gently, and birds chirped a beautiful but familiar melody. Overall everything and everyone was doing great after the war - or at least so far. It was nearing noon when suddenly a carriage pulled into the gates and pathway of the village. The sound of gravel underneath the wheels, cracked and tumbled. The horses halted and huffed. A few people glanced over and paused. The villagers slowly quieted down. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. The birds fell silent and so did the farm animals. Everyone was silent - why? The king was here. About an hour away was a huge castle where the king stayed. The king mounted off the carriage and stepped down onto the ground, gravel crunching underneath his feet. He adjusted his red coat, though there was a slightly bulge near his pocket. No one dared to speak. Children hid behind their parents, while adults had grim expressions. The kings three guards soon flanked his sides. It had been months after the war ended. The king never came out of the blue, especially not unannounced. He’d make a few guards go and tell every village that he would come soon. The king cleared his throat then spoke, his voice deep yet raspy. “Two kingdoms have fallen, as you might already know, yet one more kingdom has declared war again.” He paused and pulled out a scroll from his coat pocket. He unrolled it and faced it for everyone to see. His expression unreadable, though his body tense. A few audible gasps carried through the sky.’ There wasn’t enough space to finish. Hope you get the vision.
2026-08-09 04:00:54