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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Melody (08/24/06)

TITLE: A Piper's Melody
By Lisa Cox


Once upon a time there was a piper who played a lovely but dreadful melody. In his true form, a beast full of eyes, the people of the Badlands would never have recognized him. You see at the sun’s early rise Morrigan the piper wore a different face altogether. He deceived the townspeople with his sweet words and the hypnotic melodies of his pipe, but deep within his white cloak he hid a sharp sword with a single drop of gaul upon the blade…the putrid taste of death he harbored for his victims…if only they would open their mouth for him, even if just for a moment. He had won the town over and gained favor wherever he trod. It was this hideous beast, who late at night, strolled through their small town scheming a plan to devour them. It was his fault the plague had come.

The Badlands at one time had been rich and lush and had not been called bad at all. Instead it had been Paradise. Adonai, their maker had told his people some time after their creation that he had a long journey to make and would return very soon. Upon his departure he warned his people to watch carefully their mouths and ears. “Mouths are the opening to the soul and your ears are easily delighted in deception. Be careful lest your land and very souls be devoured!” And as he departed he also piped a tune…the most captivating melody Paradise had ever heard…the sound of Adonai’s voice. “You are mine and my words shall never be far from you if only you will listen.”

Generations had come and gone and Adonai’s words had been forgotten. Paradise had become a dry deathtrap and its inhabitants were weary. Morrigan knew this and took full advantage. The day the plague hit, the people were not prepared. As the sun rose the smell of rot did too and the people woke to the sound and aroma of rats! Rats in homes and streets. Rats in their food stores, and rats in their beds. No place was sacred and everywhere they went more and more rats appeared until the entire town was overrun with filthy vermin.

When the people should have cried for Adonai instead they pled for Morrigan to appear! And as if almost on cue, Morrigan approached. “Help us Morrigan! We are despaired because the rats have taken our home! Lead them away from us with your splendid melodies.” Morrigan happily obliging began to play an enchanting tune while walking to the edge of a great ravine. But instead of hypnotized rats relishing the sweet sound, the townspeople found themselves entranced into following Morrigan. As they neared the ravine, their ears itching with delight at the sound of Morrigan's melody, the very thing Adonai had warned them of long ago happened. They opened the gate to their soul and standing there before the beast was a menu of open mouths waiting for his gaul. And he was ready, sword in hand poised to pounce on his prey.

When off in the distance a sound could be heard. It was as sweet as honey and as satisfying as cold water on a hot day. “You are mine and my words shall never be far from you if only you will listen.” And upon the utterance of that beautiful melody of words, the sea of rats parted and Adonai appeared! At his coming the rats charged the ravine pushing the townspeople aside and headed straight towards Morrigan. His pipe dropped to the ground as his body was hurled from the edge along with a swarm of terrified rats following.

Awakened from their hypnotic slumber, the townspeople astonished at the sight of their master, fell to Adonai’s feet and begged for forgiveness. But stooping down, not scolding, he lifted each weary soul to their feet and led them one by one to a valley. And there in that valley they drank the water of Paradise old and bathed in the melodic words of their creator…”you are mine…you are mine.”

“You are mine” Isaiah 43:1

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Lisa Vest09/01/06
Very good writing here. The symbolism is rich with meaning.
I love the emphasis on how important what we say and what we hear can affect every part of our life and how deceptive the enemy is about these things. The story rings very true and entertaining. Great job!
Eileen Botello09/01/06
Very nice story. I like the symbolism of the piper being like Satan and deceiving people into following him into sin. How true that can be in our lives. Nice parallel.
Joanne Sher 09/02/06
Wonderful tale with a great message. Nice going!