Well Ragnarok, I was kinda bored so I decided to write this. I was kinda suffering from writer's block with TMoDB so I took a break. Anyway, you asked and I answered. What do you think?
The woman was sitting on the stone. She had a flute to her lips and a staff leaning at her side. The staff was almost as captivating as the woman herself. The golden crescent was carefully crafted, the sheer detail impossible to have been made by man. The woman's raven black hair flowed down, settled on her back in a braid. Her music was mesmerizing, beautiful and erie. Eyes closed, her head followed with the music. Her face was contorted into such sorrow, that if one were to look at her they would not be able to help but feel pain.
Soraka slowly opened her eyes, revealing their luminescent glimmer. The stars reflected off her eyes, eyes of immortality. Her rueful music, although stopped by her, carried on across the lagoon. The stars twinkled in the sky, lighting up the night as if it were day. She looked up, looking for their guidance. She saw cruel acts of man, but also saw redemption flying with wings and golden flames.
The forest behind her rustled. Quickly sliding her flute into the folds of her robes, Soraka gripped her staff and stood up. From the shrubbery stumbled a man. The man was stooped with exhaustion, but he still gripped something in his arms. By his expression, Soraka could tell that what was in the man's arms meant more to him than his life.
The man was clearly distressed. He thrust what he was holding towards Soraka. Soraka quickly grabbed the bundle in her arms while the man collapsed onto the ground. Unfolding the bundle revealed the face of a young woman, not quite in her prime. Her skin was pale, but her features were relaxed and calm. The blood that was seeping out of her abdomen was starting to cease. It was clear that the woman had only died recently.
Gently, Soraka placed the woman's body on the ground next to the man's. She knew there was no hope left for the woman but she could still save the man's life. She clutched her staff and prayed to the stars, praying that they would give this man one more chance at life. She sung a hymn and waved her staff over the man's body. Where ever the golden sceptre passed, the wounds on the man disappeared. Cuts turned to scars, and his bruises faded. The man slowly opened his eyes and looked at his wife, a woman who was once beautiful, but now lifeless on the ground. He brought his eyes back to Soraka and rasped "Please".
Soraka looked down at the man, her own heart touched by his sorrow. She shook her head, her own immortal eyes full of remorse.
The man only laid back his head and closed his eyes. A single tear rolled down the side of his face.