It was strange. The sound I mean. It was like thirty or so wooden flutes, playing on a discord, and out of harmony. Yet the sound was beautiful, the flutes had no rhythm, they just tooted. Playing their song as if in practice, trying to warm up before going out on stage. Many flutes, many songs, many rhythms, one heartbeat. Holding the entire array of musicians in order and peace; while they all went their separate ways.
The sound was riveting. While it played, I could focus on no other thing. It kept me held down, in curiosity, hope, awkward silence, and fear. Yet it was one of the more beautiful things I had heard, in a long long time. The sound faded, and ultimately stopped. Leaving me hanging on the edge of reality.
"This may be the last thing you do. It may be full of perilous adventures; and the possibility of death at every turn. Do you accept your fate? Do you accept the quest?" Boomed a voice, neither male or female. In fact, It didn't even sound human, really.
"I do." I promi