<span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-align: center;">“I'm sure it was...and even it the voice wasn't hers. It is hers in your mind and that memory cannot be changed.”<br/><br/>He didn't move from his spot in the grass.<br/>He didn't want to, not now anyway.<br/>There was peace here.<br/>No need to watch the shadows.<br/>Or fear what ears my hear the words that tumble from lips.<br/><br/>“We will get going....”<br/><br/>He stopped dead mid sentence.<br/>There was a tension in the air.<br/>So thick it was almost hard to breathe.....for him.<br/><br/>“What...”<br/><br/>He whispered as he kipped up to his feet.<br/>Panic in his face, in his voice.<br/><br/>“What...what...no no no.”<br/><br/>He cursed in a language she couldn't comprehend. <br/><br/>“Stay down and close....no no.”<br/><br/>He was far from confident.<br/>Fear, worry, tension and a subtle anger that was growing.<br/>The wind danced around him, swirling to match his frustration.<br/><br/>“Not here...not here...”<br/><br/>What was he reaction to?<br/>Could she feel it?<br/>The slight taint that was creeping into this place.<br/>That light chill dancing up the back of her neck.<br/><br/>“GO AWAY!”<br/><br/>He roared standing up and taking an aggressive posture.<br/>The wind howled about him.<br/><br/>“GO AWAY OR I WILL DESTORY YOU! THIS WAS MY HAVEN! YOU TAINED IT!”<br/><br/>Even when he yelled it seemed like some terribly monstrous song.<br/>Fear rolling in with the notes.<br/>Was he just crazy?<br/>The dark side of the artist?</div></span>