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[macuilsung]

starter for @talesofus​!

A citadel as hallowed and ancient as Garreg Mach Monastery, frequented year by year by young students of the Officers Academy with active imaginations, was bound to rack up a number of rumours and urban legends over the course of its long history.

In the year 1180, this still holds true. With new students come tales old and new, be it hearsay from family who attended the Academy in times past or stories concocted over the course of their own time in these old halls.

The Ghost of the Cathedral was one such new rumour. Sometimes, after dark, one may hear music from the empty church across the bridge. For the ghost, its voice and instruments could be heard echoing and reverberating from stone and marble. For Forwin, however, he was just looking for a place to practice with his lute outside of Abyss, out of sight and out of mind.

Now that he got roped into joining the Black Eagles, like Hel would he practice in the greenhouse right next to the dorms. There were way too many familiar faces than he was comfortable being around for long. It would only be a matter of time before he’s sussed out...

And so, to his frayed nerves, music often provided balm.

“There once was a mountain, o’er which the sun shone Though its surface was borne not of ordin’ry stone Of diamond it glowed, from its base to its peak Its summit ‘pon which the bird sharpens its beak-”