A unique voice filled the air without effort, venturing far into the castle, loud enough for everyone to hear. Some reacted to the sweet vibration, others continued to chatter, but the sound communicated with them in some manner.
Once in a while, they hear the sound, and assume it's from a magical windpipe. Inquiries were posed, yet nobody had answers. Also, they feared to follow the direction of the song because it led to the Demigod's bedchamber.
Marcellus gazed through the glass with his hands behind his back. The voice faded, but he listened closely to get the message. He headed out of the basement after he'd silenced the 'windpipe' and his father followed him.
The senior plunked down on his child's bed, and Marcellus gave him his preferred tea, yet he declined. He didn't come to be served tea; he came to discuss Darren's mission for the book he'd been looking for.
