The Jammer's Song

And Flora crept slowly out of her house. She heard the music. It intrigued her to the forest. Luckily, her mother was inside sleeping. She didn’t have a father because he was caught by animal hunters many years before she was born. One thing that Flora carried on from her mother, however, was curiosity. The moonlight shined bright upon the great forest. It was a cold, winter night and the only way that Flora could see where she was going was the moonlight. It was almost as if it was telling her something, or where to go, and she remained calm. She followed it for a long time into the massive forest. The small cottage outside of the forest became smaller, and smaller, and smaller…

Flora suddenly emerged into a small opening. In the center was a totem pole with thousands upon thousands of carvings. They had to mean something, so the majestic blue eyes of Flora crept up to them, twinkling with wonder. Flora could barely make out what they said, but she knew they were ancient, just like the forest. She couldn’t figure out what they meant.

The music kept going, and Flora didn’t know where it was coming from. She thought it could've been something paranormal. But then she saw a light. Then two. Then three. She tingled with excitement- then she went into a trance. The lights pulled her towards them, through the dark green bushes, and Flora suddenly saw many animals with no eyes, mouths, noses, or any faces at all. She would’ve been terrified without the trance, but she was being forced to go to them.

“You are the chosen one. The evil lurks in this place. You must hurry,” there was a weird voice coming from out of nowhere. The moonlight became brighter, brighter, brighter… and then a wave of darkness swallowed the forest into its depths, making everything pitch black. In the background Flora could hear a song being sung beautifully.

Flora was awake. There were many friendly jammers next to her, and she only remembered the voice. “You are the chosen one. The evil lurks in this place. You must hurry.” She didn’t know what it meant, but she could’ve sworn that she was in the Jammer’s Ritual, and Urban Legend that one jammer would fall into a trance, then would be chosen to one day be great. The monsters of animal’s pasts would perform the ritual. Flora knew that she would have to do something- one day- to save the wonderful world of Jamaa.