Ever since that cursed day where her entire life had turned to complete ashes, Khione had never again felt as anxious as she had been feeling right at that moment. She felt as if she were a child who had their parents taken away from her. It was an extreme analogy, but it was the only way she could explain her feelings at that moment.
Khione had practiced the bamboo flute so hard that she felt as if it was a part of her now. She had practiced days on end for hours without rest. She had put her heart and soul into it and she made the story of the beautiful song her own.
Yet now there was someone else who shared that same special instrument and song with her. The bamboo flute really was just an instrument that anyone and everyone could have played yet Khione felt extremely connected to t
