~ Your muse has to sacrifice something or someone precious to save the world. What would their sacrifice end up being? A cherished memory or memento? Or something greater than that…?
The world - the world was large. It consisted of people she would never meet, people who would never know what the small Xaela sang to the Duskmother of, caught in a space of endless light and endless darkness framed by the crystal that sang the songs of the whole world.
<What can you offer, to save everyone? No act could be the price of that, child.>
The Duskmother’s voice was the cold of a mother who didn’t want her child to answer well.
Koke’s eyes were half-closed as she thought - she wasn’t some great or powerful magician, nor strong warrior. She had music. It was her life. It was everything to her, and it wove the entire world.
<Nothing is worth what you think, child. There are other worlds. Other lives.>
Koke lifted her hand as if to touch a single scale on the Duskmother’s horns before she turned. In a world where will and belief formed everything Koke’s belief crystallized the knowledge, understanding, of music - everything that made up the world. It shimmered and wove and danced merrily and for what was the last time, she sang.
“[♪The only thing that could be fair is what makes my world exist. But for the ones I love, for them, I would give up that world, so that they can have one.♪]”
Maybe it was a vision - when Koke stirred she started to sing and it was like a breath scattered the knowledge of speech, of notes, of what a note was, what singing was, what heartsong was.
But there was still a world.
So it had to be worth it.