<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/rich-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Hero Nieves<br/>20 (human years)<br/><br/>Hero was young when he'd been taught to use his voice to make people love the music. He'd wanted to sing since he was little. His skills had always been in song and dance. And today he'd finally be able to sing and dance again. He smiles. Sitting ontop of the caravans carts. He hums a melody. They were only a few minutes from the nearest town. And he was dancing inside with excitement. Just as the sun began to rise they made it into town. He laughs with joy. There was nothing that could ruin this day. Nothing. Or so he thinks.<br/><br/>Right as the sun began to peer over the horizon the gypsies were setting up their instruments and were beginning to play. He walks to the center of the courtyard that was the very middle of the city. And jumps to the tippy top of the fountain. He starts to sing a beautiful and entrancingly haunting melody. Moving in time with the instruments as they began to play. Sond and music alike travel through the city. Drawing crowds of people towards the sound. Those that were the early to rise sorts began to crowd around the muscicians. And gaped in awe at the beauty and grace of the dancer and singer.<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dG0SgShZCc"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/4dG0SgShZCc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>