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Elise Harper lived for music. At twenty-one, she poured her heart into her violin, practicing in her tiny apartment while the world ignored her. Her college orchestra barely noticed her, and her old mentor, Professor Varn, had called her talent “adequate” before dismissing her dreams. But Elise’s songs were her refuge, where she was free.

One chilly evening, as she played a haunting melody she’d composed, her violin glowed. The notes shimmered, and the room dissolved into light. Elise stumbled, landing on a platform of polished stone, floating among clouds. Below, citadels drifted, their spires humming with music. The sky pulsed with colors, like a symphony made visible.

“Whoa,” Elise whispered, clutching her violin. “This isn’t home.”

Her jeans and sweater were intact, but her phone was gone. A tingling spread across her right hand, where a mark like a glowing treble clef shimmered before fading. Her violin felt heavier, its strings warm.

A cheerful whistle broke her thoughts. A young man approached, his lute slung across his back, his blond hair tousled. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, aren’t you a surprise!” he said, bowing dramatically. “I’m Theo, bard of Cantara. And you’re standing on my citadel.”

Elise blinked. “I’m Elise. Cantara? I’m… lost.”

Theo grinned. “You’re in Cantara, where music’s magic. That mark? You’re a Songweaver. You can weave spells with your songs. Rare stuff.”

“Songweaver?” Elise’s head spun. “I’m just a violinist. I don’t do magic.”

A tiny creature zipped from the air—a ball of light with wings, its voice like a flute. “Greetings, Songweaver! I’m Aria, your soundspirit. You’re here to save Cantara.”

“Save?” Elise’s voice cracked. “I just want to go home!”

Aria’s glow dimmed. “The Silent Curse grows. Without you, Cantara’s music will fade.”

Theo frowned. “Yeah, the curse. It’s muting our citadels. The Silent Maestro’s behind it, and your mark makes you their target.”

“Maestro?” Elise’s stomach dropped. She wasn’t a hero. But before she could protest, the platform shook. A chilling silence spread, and shadowy figures—cloaked in gray, their eyes hollow—appeared, their presence draining the air’s hum.

“Silencers!” Theo hissed, drawing his lute. “Curse-spawn. Run!”

Aria darted ahead, and Elise sprinted after, clutching her violin. The citadel led to a glowing bridge, where a woman waited, her armor etched with musical notes. She held a baton like a sword. “Stay back,” she said, her voice calm. “I’m Lena, conductor of the Harmonium. You’re the Songweaver?”

Elise nodded, breathless. “I think so?”

Lena’s eyes softened. “Then we need you.” Her baton glowed, and a wave of musical notes scattered the Silencers. Elise’s mark burned, and her violin hummed, notes rising unplayed.

“Elise, your mark!” Aria chimed. “Play!”

“How?” Elise cried, dodging a Silencer’s claw. Her mark flared, and she instinctively drew her bow. A melody poured out, weaving a shield of light that repelled a Silencer. Elise gasped. “Did I do that?”

Theo grinned. “Told you! You’re a natural!”

But more Silencers surged, and Lena’s spell faltered. A cloaked figure watched from a distant citadel—the Silent Maestro? Elise’s mark burned hotter, and her violin played a new note, revealing a melody she’d never written. Was it enough to stop the Silencers, or had she just drawn the Maestro’s gaze?

Cliffhanger: Who is the Silent Maestro, and what does Elise’s new melody mean for her fight against the Silencers?

Chapter 1: The Melody That Moved Me

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