Life is but a Pluck #Shortstory

The brightly sparking laid silently on the maroon pillow. Even so it still called to her, only she could hear its faint strums willing her to strum its cords. Letting out a faint sigh she stood from her chair and glided over the marble flooring. She never appreciated the task Veles had assigned her, but he was the God of the Underworld and she was only conjured as a servant to him. He was too busy drinking and dinning with the other Gods to be bothered with the simple humans who had forgotten him.

She slowly waved her pale hand over the 4 strings of the Domra making sure not to touch them. The Domra melody came to life, willing her to play the tune of the underworld. The four strings on the instrument held different responsibilities of Veles.  The first string controlled earth, the second string controlled water, the third string controlled nature and the fourth string controlled the underworld.

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She picked up the Domra and felt the sensation of mortal life and death rush her body and mind. Sitting on the maroon pillow she crossed her legs as she held the instrument against her chest. Feelings of warmth, love and happiness started to warm her cold body, if she had a heart she was sure it would be pounding with joy. From her centuries of playing the song of the underworld she had begun to feel and understand the emotions that the mortals contained within their hearts and souls. This made her regret to play the instrument, but she had no choice.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled she began to pluck the strings, sending the tunes of life, death, growth and rebirth towards the mortal world.

 

via Daily Prompt: Pluck

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