The last song of dawn

Dum! Dum!! Dum!!! The sound of the time keeper's drum echoed through the village of brindleMark, followed by the morning bird's song;

"Let day come, let darkness go away...

Let the day come, let darkness go away...

Paula, the mystical Morning Bird, filled the village of Brindlemark with its enchanting melody, heralding the break of day. Despite being home to a plethora of peculiar inhabitants, few villagers had ever laid eyes on the elusive Morning Bird. Its origins were shrouded in mystery, but legend had it that the bird is a large red bird with a taint of black on its head and claws and that it was the rightful owner of Brindlemark's land. The villagers' ancestors had made a sacred sacrifice to the bird, allowing them to establish their village. Since then, the Morning Bird had been responsible for breaking the day.

Is that true story behind the bird?

@what would happen if the bird were to cease to exist? The villagers often wondered.

Lyra woke up to the bird's haunting voice.

"The Morning Bird," she muttered, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Suddenly, she sat up with a start. "Wait... that means the Morning Bird is right outside my window!"

She jumped out of bed and rushed to the window, but there was nothing to see. Hmm..she muttered with disappointment. The bird's voice echoed again, faintly this time, as if it was struggling to break through the darkness.

Lyra's curiosity was piqued. She eye_searched through the tree branches. Could the bird be hiding? Is it hurt? She had only seen it twice." I really wish to see this mysterious creature".She wanted to ask herself another question, but the bird's voice interrupted her thoughts once more. This time, it was weaker, as if the bird was exerting great effort to sing. She can sense the fact that something is really wrong somewhere but what is it?

Just as Lyra was about to worry, the day broke, and the darkness receded. The sun burst forth, bathing the village in warm, golden light. It was as if a veil has been covering the sun. She smiled but her eyes caught a glittering round metal on the tree beside her window. The morning bird must have stood on the tree. She stretched her hand to the tree and took the round metallic round ball.

What can this be? She wondered.

Lyra was a young, skilled huntress in Brindlemark village, renowned for her exceptional strength. Despite the fact that she is different from the villagers, she's highly respected and acknowledged. The villagers often wondered what it'll feels

Not to have any extraordinary power at all but that even made her existence more magical.

She opened the drawer beside her bed and put the round ball inside. Beside the drawer is the red dawn candle which has gone off the very moment the day broke. Everyone in brindlemark has the red dawn candle which automatically turns on every sixth hour of the night and it goes off when the day breaks. brindleMark is indeed full of mysteries!

she was about to close the drawer when she saw the picture of her late father. she paused. Her father was a powerful lawmaker who had passed away a year ago while attempting to mediate a dispute between two rival druids. It was said that one of the druids caused a tall acorn tree to fell on him.

"Morning, Lyra," a soft voice called out from behind her.

Lyra turned to see her mother, a gentle smile on her face. "Mother, did you sleep well?"

"Yes, sweet berry," her mother replied, her eyes twinkling. "I made you some hot cracker cake already, I hope you'll enjoy the tasty meal. I have a lot of pop candies to sell today. See you later."

With that, Lyra's mother vanished into thin air, leaving Lyra to ponder her own limitations. As a huntress, Lyra was skilled, but she couldn't perform magic like the rest of the villagers

Lyra took a peek outside and was greeted by the sight of a bustling crowd. Her curiosity piqued, she made her way outside to investigate.

"Hello, Arra," Lyra called out to the old, talkative mage.

Before Lyra could utter another word, Arra appeared behind her, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Oh goodness, there you are," Lyra said, startled.

"You want to hear the rumors?" Arra asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Of cause, lyra was expecting that! the old mage has nothing else to do other than feeding her eyes and doing the talkings about what she has seen.

"I see, that's why you jumped behind me," Lyra replied, a wry smile spreading across her face.

"Did you also hear the voice of the Morning Bird at your window this morning before the day broke?" Arra asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity but she wouldn't give a space for an answer. "Almost every villager said they did,the lady down the wishing lake said it's really sang so well , long feet also saw it's dark shining eyes but I didn't... I was wondering...i'm I the only one who didn't behold such an intriguing sight? but I was wrong. The singing gnome down the road said he didn't see it also..what was it like? I've only seen its tainted head." And before I could take a proper look, it flew away!! I lf I had known, I would have made a faster move "Do you think..."

"Really?" Lyra cut in, her interest piqued.

Before Arra could respond, the crowd began to rush toward a nearby spot. Lyra's curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to arra but once again, she was nowhere to be found. Lucky arra, she can get to satisfy her eyes as quickly as possible!

After a successful breakthrough within the crowd, lyra reached the center spot. Lyra's eyes widened in surprised at the sight in front of her . There, in the center of the crowd, stood a magnificent red bird with a taint of black on its head and claws!...

The morning bird!! Someone shouted from the crowd. Did something happen to the morning bird??