As the blue hued clouds hung low in the sky, a late musky evening, in October went by.. Underneath the silvery moonlight, played a bright eyed child of the night..

The clouds didn't move without his wishful tunes and the sun never rose till he stopped. Miss Luna, she sung to him the harmonies, played by the notes that we stars, she told him to play his heart out and surely his life would go far. Softly she whispered to him, the sweet melody of twilight.. Not a word of it was stifled, in those innocent ears of the child.. 

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"He doesn't talk. He just plays."

                 "What's wrong with him?"

"Not sure, really. He's just always been like that. He talks with the guitar, it's all he seems to know how to do." He said, "They call him Diamond Storm. Not sure how he got the name, so don't ask. He plays, I translate."

No one was sure what to make of Diamond Storm. A small kid, maybe 10 years old. His skin was pearlescent white that look radiant in the even moon light. He had glowing blue eyes, or maybe they were more purple-ish.. indigo would be a better description.. Diamond's hair was a strange auburn red, with a natural golden highlight. He certainly didn't look like any kid they had seen before, and the other kids sat there around him, listening to him play while they trying to figure out what to make of him. The went on, but Diamond, he simply sat there playing with his eyes closed, chin pointed towards the night sky.

The tall 15 year old boy talking is Conner, his questioners are Ally, Neal and Monique. Sitting out on the lake beach, Conner chatted and chirped to others, but Diamond never let a word escape him lips. 

"Sometimes he plays in his sleep, it's funny. You shake your head, but it's true, I would know," laughed Conner, "I been the one who keeps an eye on him. He being so little an all. Besides, no one else can translate."

"Translate what?" Questioned Ally

Conner grinned and sat back against the tree trunk behind him, folding his arms behind his head and stretching his long legs out onto the sand.

"Well. To translate the stories o'course.." Said Conner slyly. 

Ally and Monique looked at each other strangely while Neal laughed in disbelief. Then Ally turned back to Conner and asked, "What stories?"

Conner smiled at them and then turned his own chin up to the sight of the moon. The others followed his gaze as Diamond began to play a mystic tune that sang out into the night...