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As
the chanteuse perched precariously on a rock by the stream, playing
her lyre and singing in a soft yet haunting voice, a male form of
strange beauty rose from the water clutching an ancient Chalice. In a
voice that seemed to travel on a breeze from the mountains, he said "I
offer you this, for you and your music shall live for eternity. Do not
pass it to another, for your music will vanish along with this sacred
Chalice" He then dissolved into the waters of the stream and was
never seen by her again. |
