Chapter Five
				The Guitar
	Day two on our caravan ride. We had just stopped at a small viallge
where Alora went off and got something. I wondered around the small town
with the thatched roofs. Then Hegrad tapped me on the shoulder and told me
that it was time to go. I was about to sit down in the carriage when Alora
shouted,"Don't sit down!"
	"Why not?"
	"Look behind you."
	I looked behind me and saw some kind of stringed instrument.
	"What is it?"
	"It's a guitar?"
	"A what?" I asked in disbelief.
	"A guitar, it's a stringed instrument that you pluck, it's been around in
the Middle Eastern deserts for a while, but only recently did it become
popular in the woodlands. It's like a viol but you don't play it onbetween your
knees."
	"Oh well, is it for me?"
	"Yes when you were singing yesterday I thought that you had alot of
talent, you should a minstrel."
	"Excuse me?"
	"A minstrel, you know they go form place to place and sing, I thought
maybe you could see if you could play the guitar."
	"Well I can try,"I explained,"Boy was she going to be in for a
surprise," I thought.
	When I tried to play the chords of an old song I had written it just
didn't sound right. that's when I realized that this guitar, a crude version of
today's, had the strings tuned to different notes. Once I got the hang off the
new strings i sounded pretty good.
	"You sound like you've been playing one for years!"Alora exclaimed.
	I just laughed, she didn't know how close she was to the truth she
really was.
	The hours passed on as I played this Middle Aged guitar, I had gotten
my wish, sort of. Slowly the wine had it's affect on Alora and she drifted off
into a light sleep. I kept on fidling around, no I would have to have a violin to
do that.
	Author's Note: I know bad joke, but I play the violin and it frequently
shows in my work take Garfield and Friends for example okay enough about
that  but VIOLINS ROCK!!!
	I started getting an idea for a song, but I wasn't sure, well Zac and Tay
could decide later if it's alright, but for know I guess I could develop it .
			
		    	Softly strumming through the night
			a song for my queen
			waiting for the sun, shining bright
			a danger ahead not yet seen
			
				Chorus	
		     Life, life fading away
			On a hopeless crusade
			Only a few remaining days
			Till down our lifeless bodies will be laid
			
			Yet fighting for a fight for a sweet dame
			Knowing you'll never succeed
			Hoping to be back to the fame
			Back to the home that I need
			
				Chorus
					
		    Back to my sweet life
			Away from the death of this land
			Waiting to be slain by a knife
			As small as a grain of sand
			
			And so I wait for the day to come
			When at last I'll be the best
		 	I have been so dumb
			That's when I'll be at rest	
	Authors note: okay it ends up more lie a poem of couplets if ya don't
like it LIVE WITH IT!

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