"Mom! Mom! I beat Magister Percival in chess! They say he's the best when it comes to chess right? Does that make me the best in chess now?"
Running into his mother's private chambers, he stopped when he saw her playing the piano. A beautiful melody that seemed to express so many different emotions coming from the piano.
He walked as quietly as he could—tip-toeing and holding his breath, afraid he might disturb his mother's playing, and because he wanted to listen to it.
Her fingers danced across the piano, skillfully pressing note after note in perfect harmony. Creating a rich and mellow tune.
Finally, after another few minutes. She stopped, causing Raymond to jump slightly as he was broken out of his daydreaming from the sudden lack of music.
She calmly smiled at him, "Congratulations son, but simply beating Magister Percival doesn't make you the best at chess."
"Why not?"
