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JOSE GERVIC LABE, JR.
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Daily Flash Fiction #1062692 added January 20, 2024 at 7:19am
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Song of the Whispering Glade
Beneath a silvered moon, Luna, a young she-wolf, followed a haunting melody deep into the Whispering Glade. The sound, unlike any she knew, tugged at the wildness within her. In a clearing bathed in otherworldly light, she found a shrouded figure, its very being emitting the song.
"Who is making that noise?" Luna asked, her voice trembling.
"My child," the figure whispered, its eyes holding the glint of a thousand moons, "it is the song of the Whispering Glade, a lament for a harmony lost."
Luna felt a yearning for something unknown, a past echoed in the song. The figure spoke of a time when wolves and humans shared the forests, their language woven from fur and moonbeams. Then, with a sigh, the vision vanished, the light fading.
"The memory fades," the figure said, "but the song lives on. Carry it, young wolf, and the Whispering Glade will never be truly silent."
The figure dissolved into the night, leaving Luna alone. The melody had ceased, but a new song bloomed within her. She raised her head and howled, the sound echoing through the trees, carrying the spirit of the lost harmony into the night.
Luna, the wolf who learned the song of the Whispering Glade, became a legend. She carried the story of the forgotten past, a whisper of hope for a future where wolves and humans might once again sing under the same moon. The Whispering Glade never truly fell silent, its melody waiting for those with ears to hear, and hearts to remember.
WORD COUNT: 255 Words
WRITTEN FOR: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  | "Winner for 1/19 and prompt for 1/20"
PROMPT: Write a story that includes the line: “Who is making that noise?”
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