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Hollis Adelaide
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A faint, yet melancholy tune could be heard as it echoed through the halls surrounding the ballroom. Clearly it wasn't loud enough to have attracted attention or be considered the cause of a disturbance, yet it was clear enough for one young fairy boy who was nearby. Hollis skipped down a large corridor happily, he hoped he’d discover the source of the sweet music he heard. It was such beautiful music and Hollis was unable to remember the last time he heard such emotions conveyed through a song. It was hauntingly beautiful and because of that he just had to learn who had created it.
As the chipper young prince approached the ballroom he opened the doors, only to have discovered that the music came from a small boombox. It lay in the center of the room and no apparent owner was within a visible distance. The pinkette walked over to it and crouched down to inspect the small music player, only to see no trace of ownership marked upon it. The short fairy boy shrugged to himself with a smile, after all he’d never been one to ask questions about strange occurrences. He then sat on the ground next to the boombox and closed his eyes. Hollis decided to simply relax and enjoy the sweet melody.
As the chipper young prince approached the ballroom he opened the doors, only to have discovered that the music came from a small boombox. It lay in the center of the room and no apparent owner was within a visible distance. The pinkette walked over to it and crouched down to inspect the small music player, only to see no trace of ownership marked upon it. The short fairy boy shrugged to himself with a smile, after all he’d never been one to ask questions about strange occurrences. He then sat on the ground next to the boombox and closed his eyes. Hollis decided to simply relax and enjoy the sweet melody.