It was a December morning, the cool breeze swirled around sending the trees and leaves dancing to its rhythm. The melody of her flute coloured the already beautiful scene. Sophia, tall, thin and beautiful, sat on a log of wood, deep in the heart of the forest, blowing passionately into her flute.
The birds were silent, they all say on their respective trees, listening to the awe striking euphony. The leaves swayed in the rhythm of the flutes melody. Everything was going smoothly, until the shot was fired, everything stopped abruptly. The hunters ran towards her, carrying her as they headed for the village.

The king was down with a strange ailment, everything they tried for him proved abortive. After trying all they knew, only the magical power of Sophia's flute could heal him.
Sophia was brought before the king and the magic began. The uplifting melody of the flute gradually livened the atmosphere. For a while, it seemed the music had no effect on the king, everyone was beginning to lose hope.
Before they knew what was happening, he stood up and started moving to the melody.
Sophia's flute was indeed magical.