[b][center]Will 'o the Piper[/center][/b]

To Charles' eyes, everything went white. The darkness of the night drowned out of his eyes, the cold vanished and only the mysterious song remained. He would not even feel his own body moving, or taste the air he breathed. There was just the music; one that slowly but surely would become more recognisable. A soft hum slowly rose to a singing voice, the voice of people he had loved, soft and comforting. The music was almost tangible; as every note washed off one of Charles' negative emotion like a soft stream of water. First his anger, then his sadness, even his loneliness as it was as if the song itself embraced him. His body felt comfortably warm, a breeze played with his hair and the air tasted of his mother's cooking, while pleasant memories played out before his eyes.

Meanwhile to Sigmund's eyes, Charles' call had managed to strip more children from their trance. Bewildered they looked around, although few small ones still attempted to reach for the source of the music; just like Charles. Eidren, in spite of his earlier disagreement with Charles, promised Sigmund he would follow the telepath while Sigmund would do his best to save the children. However, Kurotori, who had come outside, would take over this task from Sigmund, explaining that because he spoke the language of the children, Kurotori could mobilise them more efficiently. 

As such, Eidren and Sigmund would follow Charles out of the village, approaching the river. Charles guided by music, and Sigmund by Eidren. In the distant, they found a small creature, as tall as the children it had attempted to kidnap, that played a small flute. Yet it was clearly inhuman; it's skin was slimy and green, it's beak was akin a duck's and it wore a lilypad on it's head. It walked backwards, and the closer it got to the river, the more transparent the image of the creature became. As did Charles' body, as he got closer to the creature and it's flute. It was as if they were crossing into some other plane...