Chapter 7
The Silent Strings
Summer came to an early end. Men rushed to bring in their crops early before they rotted beneath darkened skies. War erupted in every corner of the land, and sickness began to spread among flocks of sheep and goats, and herds of cattle.
The Gods’ altars were heaped with offerings, smoking and fragrant before the bowed heads of mortals everywhere, and yet, the halls of Olympus were dark and quiet, unable to gleam beneath the pall that had been cast over all things. Even the Gods were confounded by this, not having fully comprehended the impact of the silencing of music in the world.
And it was indeed silent. For all the efforts of Apollo and the Muses to fill the void, to inspire even the smallest of tasks and breathe life into the land, it was never the sam
