Blue Fire Monologue

Some people say music is its own language. Other people say music is the gateway to the soul. I say music is a pathway to death. It was the last day of school and my friends and I, Aiden and Sam were going to a bond fire. We go to this bond fire every year. It’s on a ranch near the Powderhorn, and we would burn all of our homework from that school year. My dad was driving us to Jack’s house.
Once we got there my dad dropped us, off we went around the house, and saw the biggest bonfire like a whole house was on fire. I unpacked my assignments and tossed them in the inferno. Blue fire lashed out and my homework was gone in an instant. Someone bumped into me, it was Jack.
“Hey, Carl I was just telling your homies about this radical place in the
Sam was always the bold type he tried everything new. Sam also knew how to do a lot of things like climb mountains, to build fires.
“Wait, where is Aiden, he was just here a minute ago” Sam asked
“AAAAAAHHHHHH” A voice screamed from the woods
All of us bolted into the forest looking and yelling Aiden’s name.
“OVER HERE”
It came from the left. We found Aiden in a clearing. A beautiful place with trees surrounding us with a glimmer of moonlight directly in the middle. There, in the middle was a golden harp. It was shaped like half of a heart with diamond strings.
“Look at this, it seems to be an ancient artifact” Aiden exclaimed “We should strum it”
“SLAM-A-COW that’s cool” Jack said excitedly ”I will go get other people to see this” He ran off. Just then I felt like I got hit in the head by a rock. I jumped up quickly at turned my head but we went I opened my eyes I could tell we were not in Wyoming anymore. “I strummed the harp and we like, teleported here” Sam
The entrance was huge it led into the one big room. I could see in the middle moon light was shining down on the harp, glistening in the moonlight. We stopped at the entrance to catch our breath. I glanced up, hands still on my knees, and saw a black figure. It was transparent like someone had drawn him and he came to life. It was pitch black except for his claws they were silver like a knife. It was moving very fast, vanishing than reappearing in a new spot, and twitching more and more as it got close to us. I looked to my sides and Sam and Aiden were gone. They were already at the harp screaming my name and telling me to get close enough to hear the harp’s song. I ran as fast as I could to the middle, but stopped halfway because the thing was between me and the harp. I got a closer look at it it had no eyes, yet I could feel it glaring into my