Cyrus watched the Fairy Queen fly away and sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">That could have gone better.</span>He turned and leaned against the railing again, looking down at the lake. Soon, the beautiful sight was accompanied by a beautiful sound. "I know that song," Cyrus muttered quietly. He adjusted his position and reached to his belt where his own flute was hanging. The human listened to a few measures of the Queen's tune and then joined in. His flute was designed to play songs an octave lower, and it created a beautiful, hypnotic effect.<br/><br/>As they played, Cyrus was sure the wind picked up. It rustled the leaves and sent ripples in the pond. A group of green, yellow, and blue birds flew from their spot in the trees. They split into two groups, one circling around each of the flautists. Cyrus didn't let it distract him. He kept playing with his eyes closed and a group of birds circling around his head like a halo. His expression was so relaxed...