I have had thousands of entertainers I front of me, and none of them have played so well as this. All of them combined, are nothing compared to this young elf.

The song was more than a requiem. A requiem merely spoke faintly that the person had died. This song expressed such grief, the immense pain that pulls on your heart and causes tears to fall from your eyes, when you remember someone, and wish that they were here, even if only for a brief second.

This song caused pain in your heard. The tune so sweet, and so sad.

I felt myself crying. Tears streaming down my face in hot rivers.

It hurt so much, the sweet tune. It made the delicate scents in the air, the jasmine growing on the palace wall, the roses in the courtyard, the lilies that lined the walk, they stung my eyes, they were too powerful under this musical spell.

Sammhain looked around furiously, I could not tell why, something seemed to be bothering him.

He ran out of the room to the balcony, probably to escape the music.

I was about to beg him to stop, that my heart hurt too much, but then I saw a miracle.

A true miracle.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp, gathering the salt tears. I was truly crying now, it wasn’t just the affect of the spell, but it was more. I was crying from happiness, from glee that was caused at this sight. My heart still hurt from the song, from the pain, and the joy at my sister’s recovery...the mix of emotions was beyond description.

Ares was recovering. I could feel it. Her pulse, her grip on my hand as she slept grew stronger.

I lifted the blanket, no more blood was pooling under the bandages. I lifted them, the wound was healing before my eyes. A large mass of dried blood was all the at was left, getting smaller, soon there was only a scar, and then, nothing, her dark tan skin was flawless.

The music ended.

I dropped the bandages and blanket and finally found my voice. I let out a tiny shriek of happiness and turn to the elf.

He lay sprawled on the floor. He had suddenly fallen backwards, collapsed. Fainted. He had exhausted himself, either trying to save his life, or trying to save hers.

Sammhain ran into the room, breathless, despite the fact that it was a few steps from the balcony to the room.

"Mistress," he said. "He… the stars. He moved the stars."