[Aylwen Dreamsong]

Jadae had no time to curse her luck as Arethin began to fall down a suprise chute. Jumping to help her companion, Jadae reached for Arethin's tunic, but grabbed only air. Falling head-first into an old, rocky chute was not one of the better experiences of Jadae's life. Tumbling through a chute, Jadae tried frantically to keep from having her skin scrape against the rough stone.

When the chute finally came to an end, Arethin landed with a thunk and a cloud of billowing dust. Soon after him came Jadae, knocking Arethin, who was standing up, over onto the cold, stone floor.

"Arethin?" Jadae's whisper became a loud echo in the silent room.

"Yes?" Arethin's voice came from her right. Nothing could be seen, and the chamber was dank and stuffy.

"Grab a candle, will you? I've got the stone and metal in my pocket, we'll have light in no time," When a vanilla smelling stick began hitting Jadae in the face, Jadae grabbed it with a quiet, but amplified, 'Thanks'. She easily lit the candle, having been used to using the lighting method, and the candle's flame lit a small, circular orb around the two humans.

From their light, Jadae could see a bookshelf to her right, and a bunch of wooden chairs to her right. Walking over to the bookshelf, the light extended to a group of fallen sheet music stands. As Jadae lifted up a pile of parchment and crumpled pages, she noted that the faded markings upon the carefully drawn lines were indeed, sheet music. Showing Arethin, he nodded and took the candle from Jadae as she continued to examine the music.

As Arethin walked towards the center of the chamber, Arethin blinked as a drop of water fell into his wide eyes. The extent of the candle's flame lit a corner full of different instruments, several were stringed, and many were also variations of pipes and flutes. Turning left, Arethin came to stand next to a canvas for painting. There was a large, rough paper set against the canvas, and on it was painted a great, bright yellow sun.

"Jadae...I think this is an art and music room," Arethin mumbled absent-mindedly. His eyes brimmed with interest as he wandered towards a shelf filled with paints and other coloring mediums. He sifted through the older paintings that had already been finished, and lifted up several to take a closer look.

Picking up a fife, Jadae wiped the dust off and tried playing one of the songs. Arethin covered his ears as the slow, flowing, bouncing tune echoed throughout the chamber, ringing against the natural walls. Jadae stopped, and the room was silent again.

"I can only imagine how many people have been in this room. What kind of magical music was played in this place, do you think? Such artists, too!" Jadae broke the somewhat disturbing silence.