The Final Movement

A boy in a blood soaked cloak stepped through the gates of Heaven. The blood was, in fact, his own. His skin glowed a pale yellow. He heard her voice behind him. It sounded like an angel, each syllable resounding perfectly on pitch.

"We'll meet again."

"You sure you can't come with me?"

"You may have been my first client, but it'd be a shame if you were my last."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"You'd better." She replied sternly. They both smiled warm, relaxed smiles.

Before the boy stood the palace of the seven Gods. The garden off to his left, the theater to his right, and the dining room directly in front of him. Noise came from the theater. A performance was likely being held. The boy walked up to the steps of the palace and sat down. He removed his pack from his back, and placed his banjo in his lap. He started to place a melancholy tune.

"I've found my place in the world.

I've found my place all alone.

If I'm in my place without you

How can I call it my home?"

"The warmth of the stars is upon me.

The light of the stars bring me joy.

I can't wait to see you again

I wish that you weren't..."

He frowned at the end, unhappy with the final line of his ballad. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't come up with a word to properly convey his emotions.

He allowed his head to rest on his knees, and let out a short sob. "Return to me quickly, Fluorine. I may die of loneliness before you return."

The fiddle filled her small hands entirely. Her yellow gown dragged along the ground as she played the sixth movement of the fourth heavenly symphony: Sorrow. The song coaxed her emotions from within the deepest part of her soul before dragging them directly to the center of her heart.

She played as she walked, scurrying along the translucent floor. The stars shone beneath her. She knew that the stars also shown above her, but they could not penetrate the kilometers of rock that separated them. She drew nearer the stairs which she had only recently finished descending. The ascent would be easier. She wouldn't have to discern which path to take, and end up falling into traps. She wouldn't have to pass those God Forsaken- actually, I should say God Instated, tests. It would be one straight shot all the way to the surface. It had taken five months to make it to the bottom. She could be on the surface in two weeks time.

"Then, of course, I'd have to start all over again. It is my job to guide those who have forgotten the importance of music to heaven, lest they perish and be erased from history. Still, it won't make for an easy life.

She sighed. The stairs loomed threateningly before her. "I'll be back for you, Argon. I hope you'll wait for me." She began to ascend the stairs.