Medieval Writing (Mis)Adventures - The last Bard

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrvRf42hAXQ

The Echo of the Will

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ10XFJZ25Tb

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4KrjFTb5F0

Kila had lost one of his eyes when he was just a child,

But it wasn’t the world he stopped seeing—

It was his destiny that seemed lost.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBhJgnZapge

Years later, he opened an old yellowed letter

Left behind by his grandfather.

And the silent voice of the past

Echoed with words that shook him to his core:

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzubJtJTjST

“My dear grandson Kila,

One day, if you ever feel voiceless, spiritless, alone,

Remember—the heart of our people is in our language.

Speak our faith. Sing our songs. Keep our manis alive.

Revive what was lost with your voice,

And make the silent speak with your melody.

Because you are the last bard of our blood.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsEvaU6lfFW

Kila said nothing after reading those words.

He simply placed his hand on his chest.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFXiAXGZj2X

And the next morning,

With an old bag on his back

And his grandfather’s decaying saz around his neck,

He turned his one eye to the east.

He began walking toward the mountain.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyGMxlKnP3C

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdGBOpYwcm

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡePIThtcB9m

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpuWeQni1wt

The Judgment of Melody

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZDe9TSCzy

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ76oaOLxSq4

When Kila stood at the foot of the mountain,

The sky was gray and the earth was still.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlikuB6bEHE

He took out an old flute

And gently pressed it to his lips.

A melody poured into the arms of the wind—

The story of a mountain,

The cry of a people,

The prayer of a bard.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0h4iyLPXMC

Then he brought out his saz.

As his fingers touched the strings,

Even the wind seemed to shiver.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg92c2wFKlD

Those who heard him came down from the hills—

Women, elders, children.

They all gathered around Kila.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNzIgtVkqoe

Their hearts trembled with his melody—

Some cried,

Some knelt.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRQJwMCxj5B

But envy burned in the hearts of some village bards.

Kila’s voice had captured emotions

They had failed to express for years.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXFATA2HPua

Blinded by jealousy,

They went to the king and said,

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCSl5mBsxX

“This man stole our songs.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkdZ80mdW4N

By the king’s command,

Kila was brought to the palace.

He stood in silence within stone walls,

His gaze lowered.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHlKmdUqpZv

Before the king could speak,

A young bard stepped forward.

He looked at Kila—

And began to hum a melody.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUrDl3YObUj

Everyone in the hall fell silent.

That sound…

It was the tune they had heard from Kila’s flute.

But the young bard sang it differently—

With new words, his own tongue,

Yet faithful to its soul.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcPF0Wg10EZ

The king slowly rose from his throne.

He looked directly at Kila and said:

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq8LsdA4Xfe

“Melodies are the heart of the people…

And the heart of the people cannot be stolen.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Nv8eR7sZi

Then he walked between the two bards,

Took the young bard’s hand, and Kila’s—

And placed them together.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQ9WAeEIK9

“Today, no song was stolen.

A song was reborn.

And a people heard themselves again.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8kzTKlHb7c

Kila’s eyes welled with tears.

His grandfather’s words echoed once more:

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSVqY4bSqYs

“You are the last bard of our blood.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9hQAWsQDay

The king turned to the court:

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM3iVrIACgB

“Your voice was an echo from the past,” he said to Kila.

“And his was the answer that reaches into the future.

Both of you carry the soul of this land.”

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHowUNvM9sj

And at that moment,

Within the palace’s stone walls,

A new melody began to rise.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxkIw9OTF5

Two bards,

One melody, two voices—

Played together in harmony.

232Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjJRQVq4Gj

ns216.73.216.79da2

The last Bard

註冊

登入

介面語言:

故事語言: