A Dangerous GameA Dangerous Game by ~AzureKate
Come forth, little spirit. Come forth before the world, showered in blue light.
Down on one knee, play your mystical tune for the world before you. Stand up, child, play us that beautiful song. Lower your head as the tune comes to end.
The bridges lower, the spirits tense. Down comes the warriors, the blue demons. The drum sounds, two emerge from the darkness. Beware, Don Dorcha comes forth, and a warrior comes with him. Grab the spirit, warriors, tear the flute from her hands. Go, Don Dorcha, tease the spirit whilst your companion tosses her away.
The spirit runs to you Don Dorcha, she demands the flute.
Tap, tap, tap, away she goes, back away from the demon. But she comes forth again.
Quickly, demon, toss the flute away to your warrior as she chases it desperately. He teases her terrible, pretends to play the mystical instrument. Push her away, warrior, back away yourself. Keep the flute out of reach. Provoke the girl, young demon, turn around the toss the flute back to you Demon Lor