you can’t hurt us; we’re invincible!
Tanri flops down in a chair and looks at Sharra. "Well, if
that song is too
vague, then I may be out of ideas. We just need something to protect us from
this onslaught until it sorts out, from what I can gather. I don't need to
specifically change Maja, just protect our borders for a while... make us..."
Tanri trails off, still staring blankly at the bookcase across from her, but a
smile starts to quirk one side of her mouth.
"Okay, there's one other song I can think of. It may sound completely arrogant,
but it comes from a fairly aggressive people. It may have been a warsong at one
point, I don't know. Let me just..." she rustles through bits and scraps of
parchment. "Large portions of this are simply emotion, and will need no special
interpretation, so this would be a quick twist of words for me," Tanri mutters,
as she fingers her harp to remember the chords. She looks up at Sharra again.
"All right, I have it! Try this one instead..."
This bloody road remains a mystery
this sudden darkness fills the air
What are we waiting for? Won't anybody help us,
What are we waiting for?
We can't afford to be innocent, stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible
This shattered dream you cannot justify
We're gonna scream until we're satisfied
What are we running for? We've got the right to be angry
What are we running for, when there's nowhere we can run to anymore
We can't afford to be innocent, stand up and face the enemy
It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible
And with the power of conviction, there is no sacrifice
It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible
Tanri sits back and pushes her hair from her eyes with an impatient gesture. "Is
this better? Because I want to get this right." Exasperated, she chuckles. "And
I'm not used to thinking of regular ballads as spell-fodder. That'll teach me to
pay more attention to my repertoire."
Sharra starts smiling from the first words. By the time the last chords fade,
she's grinning, the white of her teeth showing brightly in the library's torchlight.
For a moment, Tanri sees Dharma: Sharra joyous, raw, and unfiltered, as if crouched
over a campfire with a spear in one hand and her kill in the other.
Sharra says, "I can work with that. This song will do quite nicely." Then, "It’s your
enemies that will learn to pay attention to your repertoire."
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