' Troublemaker. It was my designation given to me by the priestess; and when called I would answer as such. Why I would accept such a name to incite that I was out to get into said trouble was beyond me. Maybe perhaps because getting a name at all separated me from the rest of them. I was indeed, very different.

I believe that we were all sentient once, the little children at my feet, playful dogs playing games of tag. However when they were called to death, they retained no value of their lives. I would wait. This body is heavy, off balance, and slow, but it is the only one I have. I fear death. However when all is over, I follow to collect the bodies. The children cry for me, whining, so I'll sing them a song. I do not know where these songs are from; but perhaps, perhaps they're the link to the human I was once before this. That is, if my theories are correct.

When I mouth out words, they come out strange. Though I hold a tune, it doesn't sounds.. Well, it doesn't sound like the priestess at all. I'm much lower. Sometimes it's crackles. Sometimes it screeches. But in lulls the dying children to sleep. /this empty love leaves us alone...... this empty love leaves us alone..../

I've caught some unwanted attention. Though she means me no harm, the priestess presence makes me very uneasy. Attempts to run would be... ungraceful with my balance, and possibly disrespectful to her authority. However, she speaks, no longer am I the troublemaker. Somehow, even through my shameful amount of cowardice, she longed to renamed me; Serenade. And after, left me to stand with my remaining comrades in peace.

/ Serenade; the songs you sing, I wish that I could steal them. Maybe one day I'll cut you open and take those precious cords..../

I very hope that the playful god is merely joking.'

:0 oh lordy lord i need to update her....'reference', though this is still nicely done to me.