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The girl and her friend were sitting in a tree when the bandits arrived with their tamed creatures. They demanded their valuables and the Garden of Healing. They demanded the lives of the townsfolk, one way or another.
In the tree, the bandits didn't see the two girls. But they saw everything. All they could do was stay hidden.
And watch.
Watch as the bandits robbed the entire village.
Watch as the leader sicced the creatures on anyone who resisted.
Watch as homes and fields were set ablaze.
And her friend began to cry. It was too much.
The bandits turned to see what was going on. They had spotted them. It was too late. The girl pulled out her flute. It was too late for them, but maybe she could get her friend to feel better before the end.
So she played her flute, and the music spiraled into the sky, and her friend's sobs quieted, and the monsters paused. For there was a spirit looming above her.
The spirit locked eyes with the flautist. She stopped playing.
"Please, Great Spectre! Save this village from those monsters!"
The Spectre turned and knocked the inhuman creatures off their feet and into the flames with great force. Those who could fled into the night.
Soon, only the foolhardy and the injured remained, and even then it was only a matter of time before they fled or they died. The girl dropped down from the tree to face the remaining monsters, both human and inhuman.
" Leave ."
The one word caused many more to flee, until there was only one left who opposed the Spectre. With a simple wave of the hand, the man was cast aside, into the burning fields.
The young girl, shaken by everything, turned to the Spectre. "Please. Don't hurt humanity."
The Spectre swore that it would never turn its back on humanity, not truly. It swore to always protect the flute bearer, no matter what.
That night, it rained until the village no longer burned.