Story Teaser! The Untitled Symphony

Chapter 1: Rise to Marriot

In the city of Marriot, the city bustled and the wind danced with the trees as the moon lights the city in an ever so beautiful way that could be only described as, well, hauntingly charming. The city bustled its normality, like one preparing for a long and hardy sleep.
The city instantly became unnerved, as though sensing danger in which we couldn't see. But it was there, and as the City seemed to rise up in a panic, the forest seemed to almost mock the near by city.
As the city and forest alike panicked fiercely, the wind seemed to carry an eerie melody to the city, from the house on the outskirts of town. This melody served almost as a lullaby so majestic, so beautiful, that it lulled the panicking city into a slumber, as though reassuring its safety for the night. With this reassurance, the city closed its eyes, and slept through the night. In the beauty of the crescent moon shined lovingly on the forest as the world slept in its humble slumber. The city, calm and quiet, took comfort in its safety for another night.
But unlike the city, the forest did not silence itself and did not seem fully pleased with just the assurance. Nor was it satisfied with this false calming melody. It rustled its leaves louder and louder, as though to threaten the house. The wind raged, howling to the night sky as the palm trees swayed left and right in melody with the world, as though waiting for what was to play next.
Finally, as though exploding with panic and worry, the forest sent a rustle of power toward the house. The rustling headed toward the house with out delay or hesitation. The forest let loose its mortal coil toward the house. As it moved quickly toward the house, breathing heavily as it moved from the forest that brought an intense fear toward the house, like a beast moving quickly toward its prey.
Yet the house's porch remained unraveled, quivering for a moment's time. It even stopped its melody, but did so but for a moment, as it felt its safety assured by Para sitting on the porch. This house was small, well furnished and full of a mist that seemed to smoke the world over. This and the eerie melody from its porch gave the house an aurora that seemed to protect it from evil and bring hope to the world. This assurance allowed the house to stand boldly as the mighty rustling from the forest hit its porch.