The Forgotten Song – A Splinterlands Tale

Prologue: The Melody in the Mist
Deep in the Misty Vale, where the fog never lifts and the air hums with unseen energy, a melody drifts through the trees. Some say it is the wind playing tricks. Others claim it is the voice of a long-lost spirit, calling for someone to listen.

But the truth is far stranger.

One evening, Lyra the Wayfarer, a bard seeking forgotten songs, wandered into the vale. Her lute hummed softly in response to the air’s strange tune. The moment she strummed the same note—the mist shifted, revealing a hidden path.

Something, or someone, had been waiting.

Chapter 1: The Keeper of the Song
The path led Lyra to a ruined temple, its stone walls covered in glowing runes. At its center stood a lone figure: a woman dressed in silver robes, her eyes closed, her lips moving as if singing—but no sound emerged.

Lyra approached carefully. “Who are you?”

The woman’s eyes flickered open, revealing a deep sadness. “I am Elowen, Keeper of the Forgotten Song. And I need your help.”

She placed a delicate hand on Lyra’s shoulder. The bard’s vision blurred. Suddenly, she saw centuries flash before her—a kingdom lost to time, a war fought over a melody that could bend reality, and a curse placed on Elowen to silence the song forever.

Chapter 2: The Unfinished Tune
“If the song is never completed,” Elowen whispered, “the curse will spread. All voices will fade. Even music itself will vanish.”

Lyra’s heart pounded. She could feel the last fragment of the melody waiting on the edge of her mind. If she played it, the song would be complete—but would it free Elowen or doom them both?

With trembling hands, she strummed her lute.

The final note rang out.

The mist roared around them. The temple trembled.

Chapter 3: The Price of a Song
Elowen gasped as her voice returned, singing the last verse. The mist cleared, revealing the ruins of a kingdom long buried. But Lyra felt something change within her. The magic had not disappeared—it had simply chosen a new vessel.

She was now the Keeper of the Forgotten Song.

Elowen smiled, her form fading like mist at dawn. “Sing wisely, bard. Some melodies are not meant to be heard by all.”

And so, Lyra left the Misty Vale, her music forever changed. Some say her songs can heal. Others whisper they can summon visions of lost worlds. But no one knows the full truth—

Because only she can hear the final note.