••{GARRICK'S POV}••
The first notes are soft. Almost uncertain.
The square starts to quiet down, curious.
His voice joins the melody, cracked but steady.
♪From frozen peaks where moonlight gleams, The wolf will heed our cry. Steel and fang in silver streams, beneath Astragarde's sky♪
A murmur moves through the crowd as more people listen.
♪The monster's throne will burn to ash, His crimson reign undone. Our knights will strike, the Lycans clash, until the war is won♪
♪And when the dark is torn apart, and chains no longer bind. Our princess walks with steady heart, and leaves the night behind♪
My horse slows without me meaning it to.
♪Raise your blades and raise your cry, let north and south unite. The wolf and crown stand side by side, to return our light to her motherland♪
The man's song grows even louder, echoing throughout the quiet square.
