As my voice rises through the prelude,
climbing into a crescendo as I reach the chorus,
blaring into the sky around us,
and as I reach the coda,
I see the purple fog clear slowly from Ian, swirling away.
“Thank you my friend!”
“My pleasure,”
“How can I repay you?”
“Have you seen any traces of the Unpleasant Toad, I must go there immediately!”
“Seen I have not,
all I remember was the face of the Unpleasant Toad and purple fog.
Follow it, and see where it leads you to.
Perhaps that is where the answer lies.”
“I see, come with me Ian? It would be like old times again.”
“Nay, I would but this curse has left me hollow.
Rest would be the only thing that would help. I wish you luck on your journey.”
“Take care Ian.”
I walk down the winding roads, away from the chicken village
before the purple swirls of fog envelop me, choking me slowly.
But just as quickly as they come, they disappear.
