Nightmare Carnival

Another sound cut through the silence, though it was strange. It sounded mechanical, but also somewhat like a goat. The longer it went on, it began to sound like some horrible demon.

They stop and glare at it. Well, Corath glares. Julia holds onto him and trembles.

A faint, soft sound echoes through the dark. As it gets louder, it sounds like a man sobbing.

They don't move this time, just staying still.

Julia feels a creeping chill rise up her spine, like something slithered up her clothes.

She shivers and tries to get it out.

There is nothing there, just a creeping feeling.

She presses her back against Corath, shivering.

The sobs slowly turn into dark laughter.

Corath holds Julia tighter.

A sharp pain stabs into the center of Corath's spine.

He hisses and whips around, grabbing at whatever stabbed him.

Nothing.

He holds Julia, scowling.

There are hushed whispers in the distance, they seem to be arguing.

Julia begins to sing, though no sound escapes her. A gentle wind begins to blow, in a circle around the two of them.

This whispers stop and there's an almost curious feeling in the air at what Julia is doing.

As the wind slowly picks up, her song becomes audible, the wind vibrating around them to make it sing, a beautiful, haunting Nordic song.

The curious air now becomes fascinated by her song.

It wraps around the two of them, protecting them from the disturbing sounds of the carnival. It's a song of pure good, and it wracks with guilt any Dark beings that hear it.

There's a groan in the air.

She keeps singing. The wind grows stronger, the song louder, and the guilt more painful.

The dark air seems to sway with her song.

She keeps it up, singing, the area of effect spreading out wider.

They hear pained, heavy breathing.