When I was but a young lad, I was orphaned by the age of five, forced out of my home. I was alone on the streets struggling to survive, only managing to eat by stealing a loaf of bread, trying to make it last as long as I could.

But of course, that plan didn't work for very long because the baker caught me. He yelled at me, he threatened me. I had never been more terrified. I had tried stealing everything but because of my hunger that was gnawing at my stomach, I was sloppy and couldn't steal properly. I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything for what felt like forever.

But, one fateful evening, I discovered a way I could survive. I was hiding from the rain when I heard a sound that made everything feel better. It was like I had everything I craved, food and power. I had to have it! I followed the noise, leading me to find an old beggar woman. She had a long black ragged cloak. Her face was wrinkled and filled with moles. She had streaming white hair covering most of her face.

In her hands was a flute, a flute made of wood. I saw that she was so concentrated on her beautiful music, I was able to strike. My heart knew it was wrong, but my stomach growled and my mind thought of all the things I could use it for. To make money. To be able to afford food. So I attacked her and stole her flute. It had a smooth texture to it, with a red hue. I began to try it, but the music was anything but beautiful. It sounded like a dying bird. I had to practice because once I could play well, my music would give me power.