Warsong

After drums took over the world and the world moved to the beat of their own drum. Talking was no longer of use. There had to be singers. People who wanted freedom from this new cage we had been put into. Singers were hired instead of drummers in this war and this war was not fought with weapons but with instruments. The voice, the vocal. To speak out in a language none could understand and to seem as the most beautiful. Many obliged, all failed to create peace.

One woman on a journey even as landing would have no home but would play neither side, yet for the sides she went and sang. Doing so she gave them hope. Doing so she inspired them for war. Doing so she created peace. Doing so she became the voice of all nations in a tongue that did not exist nor anyone understood but she would still communicate with her eyes knowing exactly how they would know. Would another war spark from being the center of the attention or could piece be maintained even in a world where the languages were become scattered to no longer speak human but instead something more obscure, a sort of latin or asian or alien... either way she never spoke the same word twice for even in sounding the word, it was always a different word.