It wasn’t long until the beautiful and charming High Priestess Taylor Swift found herself in some major trouble. Not only was she charged with protecting a lowly scribe, such as myself, but her quest in retrieving the Crystal Tones led her to the mysterious thief herself.
It was a lovely day, as always, in the land of Musica, as the lovely priestess and I travelled out of the capital city, down the cobblestone path towards the dark and mysterious Southern Woods.
The Southern Woods, though only several miles from the capital, was smothered in tales of horror and fear all over the capitol. It even gave the great Queen Beyonce shivers when the royal guard pointed down the path of where he saw the hooded woman escape to. And though I, myself, am scared shitless of what might be waiting for us amongst those foreboding trees, Priestess Taylor Swift boldly, with the courage of lion ogress protecting her gaggle, marched forward, knowing that without the Crystal Tones… I really don’t know what those are for… at all!
“Priestess?”
“Yes, scribe?”
“I don’t mean to sound uninformed, but I really don’t know what the importance of these Crystal Tones. What are they for?”
“Oh scribe,” she said, sweetly, like a bee stuck in a puddle of honey, “The Crystal Tones are more of a symbol. Rather the seven represent Melody, Rhythm, Tempo, Timbre, Harmony, Form, and Dynamics. Some say they boost an artist’s natural ability… But I’m not very convinced.”
“Oh…” I said. I was a little surprised at her willingness to do this task now. “So… Does Queen Beyonce think they do… that?”
“I don’t know…” said the priestess, “The Tones have always been a symbol in the land of Musica. ‘Whoever shall hold these Tones will be the best artist in all the land…’ something like that… in the legend anyway. Me, I became High Priestess on my own. I didn’t need magic Tones to get me there. I will say I put in a lot of hard work…”
“Hard work?” came an unfamiliar voice from the trees. I hadn’t noticed that we had already come to the Southern Woods. Engulfed in the trees, I shivered and grabbed hold of High Priestess Taylor Swift; she immediately shook me off. (pun intended)
“You may not remember me,” came the voice, “But I remember you, Taylor Swift! Always perfect; no one ever had anything bad to say about you. You cast a long shadow for everyone. I hate you! I stood in your shadow, but my music was better than yours ever was. And when the time came for the Queen to pick a High Priestess, low and behold, you got it! I was shocked. There had to be some mistake. Why did I lose to you?”
Unfazed, the mighty High Priestess shouted, “Show yourself!”
Then a sound like a whispering wind picked up in our ears, soothing and relaxing. I nearly fell to the ground from the gentle tone… But the determined priestess stood her ground, steady and defiant.
ooh ooh ooh ooh…
ooh ooh ooh ooh.
ooh ooh ooh ooh…
ooh ooh ooh ooh.
The wind picked up and we saw a ghostly form, black and misty descending from the canopy until it thudded on the ground.
A woman, wearing a dark cloak, lowered her hood to reveal a lovely young lady (not a pretty as the high priestess of course!), with black hair and a placid stare. She opened her mouth and a wondrous sound whispered out, amplified by the forest’s acoustics.
I’m a sinner,
I’m a liar,
Want forgiveness
But I’m tired
I’m addicted to the fire…
With that a green flame sprouted from her raised hands.
Let go, I’m ready for it
Let go, I’m ready!
She burst forward, like flight, and thrust both burning fists into the High Priestess’s shoulders, toppling her over into the dead leaves on the ground.
Taylor winced at the searing pain in her arms. They burned, and she had a hard time lifting them.
“My priestess!” I screamed, and it was a girly scream let me tell you…
“No, Scribe!” she said, standing back up. “I can handle this one.” Her cat-like eyes closed to sexy slits as she stared down this nasty girl.
“Is that the best you got, Lady Meg Myers? I believe that you have really underestimated my power!” Taylor closed her eyes and breathed out a long breath. Clearing her mind she dug into her pocket and pulled out her wand.
Hurting her immensely, she waved it as best she could, while singing:
I’d never gone with the wind
Just let it flow
Let it take me where it wants to go
‘Til you open the door
There’s so much more…
The pain flowed out of her arms and into the atmosphere. The high Priestess was fine again.
I’d never seen it before
I was trying to fly
But I couldn’t find wings
But you came along and you changed everything
Out from her back sprouted huge, glowing, silvery wings, pushing her forward in a flash of silvery grace, she charged at Meg Myers, ready to take her down and retrieve the Crystal Tones.
But before the magnificent Taylor Swift could land a paralyzing blow, Lady Meg Myers countered:
I’m a shadow
I’m a creeper
Immediately she took on her shadowy, black form
Want forgiveness
Getting weaker
I’m addicted to the fever
Her black shadowy form changed into a red ball of fire.
Let go, I’m ready for it
Let go, I’m ready
She pushed forward towards Taylor, like a shooting star, on a crash course into my beautiful valkyrie.
Taylor flapped her wings, ceasing her forward motion, then again raising herself higher in order to dodge the hot, fireball of hate.
You lift my feet off the ground
You spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I’m falling and I am lost in your eyes
You make me crazier, crazier, crazier
Her body became covered in silver armor, her gauntlets glowed, producing a giant shield around her body. Which was good because Meg diverted her direction, homing after Taylor burning brighter, colliding shooting spark and flames. I had to dodge them from below. Unfortunately, my pants caught on fire.
I’m a danger
I’m a cipher
Try to wake up
No desire
I’m a daughter in the choir
Meg Myers blew up (after I published this post), breaking Taylor’s shield and bringing them both down to the ground. She landed on all fours with a loud crash, leaving a Meg-sized crater beneath her. Turning her eyes up to Taylor:
Let go, I’m ready for it
Let go, I’m ready
I’ve watched from a distance as you made life your own
Every sky was your own kind of blue
Taylor waved her wand, creating a glowing golden chain.
And I wanted to know how that would feel
And you made it so real
You showed me something that I couldn’t see
The Chain took life and with the quickness of a serpent, wrapped around Meg Myers, encasing her in golden bondage…
You opened my eyes
And you made me believe
At that moment, Meg Myers was brought back to their school days. She saw Taylor performing in class again. She thought to herself, ‘Is she trying to torture me with her “greatness”?’
Taylor had finished her performance to the loud clapping of the rest of the class. Meg rolled her eyes. She remembered this day. She had a great performance ready for the class, but she was going to relive the annoyance of their ever comparison of the two.
Meg stood up to perform, but when she looked out into the audience, there was only Taylor Swift sitting there.
‘Your performance,’ said Taylor, ‘Inspired me a lot. I know that many in our class thought that I was the greatest, but really, I think you had some of the best songs I had ever heard before. You had a unique sound. A sound that was very different from everyone else. I think that’s why I liked you the most. I’m sorry you felt like I overshadowed you. In truth, I thought you were the best.’
In reality, Meg fell silent, coiled up in a golden chain, her struggling stopped. Her body relaxed as she stared up at Taylor, who smiled back down at her.
“You really were the best in our class,” said Taylor, “I meant every word. Please, I am looking for the Crystal Tones you stole. Please tell me where they are and I will make sure you are pardoned.”
Meg stared back at Taylor. She thought about the past she just saw, the sincerity on Taylor’s face, but… She just wasn’t sure.
“I sold them,” she said, her face placid as before, “They are on their way to the Witch now.”
To be continued…
In all seriousness, thanks for the likes. This isn’t what I’m used to writing, but it is pretty fun too say the least.
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