A haunting melody flits through the air in the lonely castle gardens. The breeze picked up, carrying the tune throughout the castle courtyards, unsettling any passerby's who happened to be outside. The creature was playing the flute again.
No matter how often she came to play her sad melodies, the court never quite got used to it. The gardens remained deserted, with only the flowers and the tress as a silent, unmoving audience.

It was here she could think, her thoughts unknown save in the moving tones she produced. The dragoness always trusted in her children; she taught them to think for themselves, to know right from wrong. But she had little influence with their mates, even less than they often had in choosing them. The song she played now was an ancient rite played at the funerals of great warriors. She had played the tune for nearly every ruler she had taught, but something darker lurked in the musics this time.