Ỹ̶̗̭͆͗ó̸͓͙̩̘̅̀͝u̴̪͉͆̈̃ ̶̼̜̲̦͗a̵̡̓̇ŗ̷̙̘̎̓̉e̷̡̻̥̋͘ ̴̖̫̾̽̄͜m̶̨͚͎̗̽̾̒̃ŷ̴̨̲̜͒̊̚ ̶͖̼̆s̷̳̪͚̏̾̌̐u̴̪̤͓͆̕n̶͈̝̜̥͛ş̸̮̄̐̅͝h̶̹̯̒͐̀͜ĩ̶̡̢̱͚n̷̮̤̺͠ȩ̸͈͂̄.̷͉̑͊̕̚.̷̬͖̹̯̏̊̚.̶̘̪̂
̵̡̭̬̭̇̉̊M̶̛̖y̵̫͂̍.̴͎̣͍̽̇́̀.̴̪̄.̷̳͖̝̐̽o̷͕̥͐̿͜͠n̸̛͙͇̅̌ḻ̵̲̦̕y̸̳̎ ̶̣͉͚͌̆̒s̷̺͗u̴̹̳̙͘n̸̡̬̫͗̎̇s̵̘̱̊̚̚h̴̢̪̆̊͜i̷̬͙͊̏̕ͅn̴̡̿̔͐ē̵̢̗͈̰̈́̒.̵͉͕͙͇̈.̵̯̩̓̓̕.̵̗̂̋̓̕
̷̢͖̰̠̾Y̸̰̲̎͊̚͜ơ̶̹̪͖͊̅u̴͇̫̮̘̐ ̶̨̤̫͉́͗̊m̷̩͝ǻ̵̠̗̲̣͋͛k̷̢̡̻͕̂͐̎͘e̵̞̾̍ ̸̨͚̼͂͆͒͘m̵̺̖̙̐̏̓̀e̶̡̻̅.̷͙̑͗̈́.̴̙͍̥̆̇͗.̶̲̀̂̑͋.̷̺͇̪͉̿̑͂͊h̶̹̃̕͜á̸̠̺.̶͖͎́̍́͂.̸̦̝̐.̷̡͎͎͙̀̿p̵̛̤̲̖̋͛̍ṕ̴̞͕͙̐͆͘y̴͕͎̾͗
̴͎͕̂̕͜W̷̻̣̅̄h̴̳͕̠̼͐̄͘͝e̷̳̺͋̐́̓ń̸̺͕̱̻ ̸̮̩͕̅͜s̷̟̹̻͙̈́k̶͙̱̒i̸̥͌͂ͅe̷̯̞̐̈́̚͠s̷̢͒͊ ̵̩̞̏a̸̡̳̐̿͛r̵͓̱̀͝e̶̜̾ ̵͔̫̥̎͂̃̽g̵̹̀ř̶̘̰͙̼͘e̴̢̡̛̫̭ỳ̷͙̩͙̈́͌͝
̴̥̝͆Ỳ̶͙́͘ǫ̴̇̄̈́ṷ̷̢̽̉'̷̮̣̼̭̎̌͊̅ļ̶̖͓̓̀͋͝l̶͙̜̐̏ ̸̱͒̄ṅ̶̨̜̠͑͂̑e̶͈̠͖̜̒̓̈́v̶̻̈́͊̀̐e̴̜̰͋̈́̆r̸̲̹͚̓̃͠͝ ̸̻̪͍͇́͂k̴͚̈́́͗͠n̴̤̹̳̅͐ö̴͕̤̭́̔̕͝w̷̻̖̌.̷̌ͅͅ.̸͙͔͕̊́.̸͓̯̠̆͐͜.̸̗̹̰́͗d̵̫̜̻͍̈e̸̞̚á̷̮̰̤̂̒͝r̷͍͆
̵͉́̀̀H̸̳̘͊̕͜o̵͍̰͒͛͜͝w̶̖̗̘̆ ̴̭̻̃̌͐͊m̴͈̍̓ū̵̡̫̠̻c̶͔̣̟͑͑h̵̥̾͑ ̴̖̯̰́̓͛I̵̛̖̔̉̌ͅ.̷̧̣̐̋̄.̵͔͊̒͊̎.̷̤̘̼̓͘͘l̸̗̉̅̉ó̵͎͉v̵̺̺͚̻̀̈́ẻ̵̠͌.̶̧̧̑.̶͇̲͚̩̊͝.̸̛̞̏́͘y̶̝̠̦̝̅͒ọ̴̲̌̏͆̕u̶̻̻̰̾͂
̶̛̘̀̚P̷͚̙̙̬͌l̶̖̿̈͋̂e̴̲̒̌͑̀a̷̡̲̩̦͝͝s̵̹̺̰̲̈́̈̐̈ë̴̡̞͎̙́̄ ̸̻̮̪̊̔̐͠d̸̝̼̠͘ỏ̷͓̳͒̈́ņ̴̙͎̤̍͘'̶̩͔̩͇̉̄t̶̩̋͆͘.̸̦̃́͐.̵͓̺̤̦̚͝.̶̡̗͊̏ť̵̞̼̮͉̊ă̷͖̞k̵̥̈́e̴̦̜̣̔͐̍ ̵̱̲̩͒̎̚m̵̤̯͒̎̑͜y̸̡̟̑ ̶̭͚͈̪͒̿s̷͔̠̉̚ũ̵̻͇̣͑̋ͅn̴̪̬̊͋̏̓s̷͙͐͘͠ḧ̸̡̟̟͇́ì̷͎̤̮̝̄n̷̲̺̈̓̓ë̷̥́.̷̛̰̖͌͒.̵̤͖̎̅̾.̶͉̮̍́.̶̦̘̬́͝
̸̭͝.̵̨̪̥̓.̶͔̜͚͇̆.̷͖̓̄.̷̙̱̥͍̈́̈̕.̷̛̞̒.̴̗̐͆͛͘.̸̪͇̟̀̅͠ͅá̶̫͈̞̰̈́̃͘w̴̠̃̍͌a̵̞̖̍̐̎͘y̸̼͉̣̪͐̽͆̊.̴̧͔̦̒
The song was stuck in his head near constantly at this point, for once...it chased away the nightmares at normally woke him in the middle of his slumber. For once...he was actually sleeping. It was so peaceful. And it was from Them. He began singing it daily, neither Sakura nor Raul seemed to mind it, sometimes even singing along to the melody, to the words they’d come to learn by how often he’d sang it.
But...They had a new gift that needed to be given to the disobedient children. In his lulled mind there was no room for argument or even second thought or question to what he was doing. The song drew him from his home early in the morning, simple parting kisses with no words to the two sleeping hyur before he set out. Getting to Yanxia took some time, but he arrived by midday, feeling the pull of the melody in his head. Up...into the mountains that overlooked his homeland, trekking through the ranges he knew so well until he came to a small clearing with a natural spring. But he saw nothing at first...though the song was louder, more clear here. So he began singing aloud to the song, listening as it resonated back, beckoning him closer until he saw it, peeking out from the top of the water...just barely visible to anyone who knew to look for something.
I̴'̴l̷l̴ ̸a̶l̸w̴a̵y̸s̵.̴.̴.̵l̵o̵v̸e̸ ̸y̵o̴u̵.̶.̶.̶
̸A̸n̵d̶ ̶m̸a̵k̷e̴ ̶y̶o̵u̷.̷.̵.̴h̶a̵p̸p̶y̸
̶I̴f̵ ̶y̷o̶u̶ ̷w̴i̸l̶l̴ ̵o̷n̶l̵y̶.̷.̴.̷
̷S̶a̸y̶.̶ ̷T̸h̷e̸.̴ ̷S̶a̸m̴e̸.̵
̵B̵̸̴̲͚u̴̴̶͚̜t̵ ̸̷̵̶̣͉̮i̸̶ͅf̴̷̶̷̼̺̝ ̴y̵o̴u̸ ̵l̴̸̴͙̻e̸a̷̶̪v̴̴̵̵̖͉͈e̷ ̵m̵̷̗e̷
̵A̷n̵̶̷̜͙d̷ ̴l̵̶̴̷͍̼̯o̷v̴̶̶͚̱e̷ ̷a̴n̸o̴̸̶̞̹t̵h̷̶̶̶̫̲ͅe̸̶̷͖͚r̶
̶Y̴̴̗o̸̵̵̵̱͉̩u̷'̶l̵̴̷̵̠̘̮l̶ ̷r̷e̸g̶̶̳r̶̴͔e̷t̴̵̶̷̟̠̯ ̵̸̴̯͓i̶t̴ ̵a̶̸̶͍̯l̵̸̶͎̩l̵
̴.̸.̸.̴.̸S̴o̴m̵e̵ ̵d̵a̷y̸.̵.̸̸̴̵̺͙̠.̶ ̷
Running his fingers along the obelisk he eyed it over and closed his eyes as the song was more clear now than ever...his objective was clear now...more than ever. His fingers dug into the stone as if it were clay, pulling handfuls from it without any effort whatsoever. Everyone needed to hear Their song, it was beautiful, a true gift.
Home. He needed to go home and set to work immediately-- being no good with his hands the images of jewelry to be distributed would do him no good. Instead, he had other plans. His guitar was covered in the sleek black material, leaving it with a new appearance all together. What was left was made into small orbs, sleek and black...like marbles, easy enough to be missed by those he knew would eventually come to stop Their song.
He would go to the city states, play Their song and let the realm hear it, bask in it as he had been able to.
