///*****/// [Quiet Opening] In a wheeled iron cage inside the human command camp at the forest edge. soldiers she once healed refuse her eyes while Malrec displays Eldrin's broken insignia as proof of death. The old war enters on a drumbeat, but another rhythm waits beneath it. [Scene I] Lyra is interrogated as a traitor and offered pardon if she denounces the elven captain and surrenders the map. Steel gives every frightened answer the same hard voice, yet the ground receives the blood without asking which language named it. I carry the weight of orders and the quieter weight of doubt. Somewhere beyond the visible battle, a patient hand adjusts the board. [Heartline] She mourns Eldrin but refuses to let grief make his choices meaningless. If conscience is a wound, let it remain open until truth enters. [Chorus] Call me traitor, call me scar I know now what the loyal are Loyal to life when orders lie Loyal enough to ask them why Call me traitor, call me scar I know now what the loyal are Loyal to life when orders lie Loyal enough to ask them why [Scene II] A young guard recognizes her as the healer who saved him and secretly loosens one hinge before the public trial. What seemed like chance reveals a door; what seemed like duty reveals a chain. Every remembered face becomes a witness standing wordlessly behind the choice. The future is not promised, only placed within reach of hands prepared to change. [Confession] They showed his clasp, they named him fallen My heart became a winter room But in the dark I heard him promise Truth is a seed beneath the tomb Let the drums fall back and leave one naked heartbeat in the hall. Let the smallest act of mercy challenge every monumental lie. [Melodic Guitar Solo] Begin with the melodic color of soldiers she once healed refuse her eyes while malrec displays eldrin's broken insignia as proof of death; climb through the tension of she mourns eldrin but refuses to let grief make his choices meaningless; let two guitar voices disagree, listen, and finally discover a shared phrase. [Chorus — Full Choir] Call me traitor, call me scar I know now what the loyal are Loyal to life when orders lie Loyal enough to ask them why We will not feed tomorrow with the ashes of today. Call me traitor, call me scar I know now what the loyal are Loyal to life when orders lie Loyal enough to ask them why [Whispered End] Lyra traces the charcoal map by touch Hidden beneath a blood-stiff bandage Beyond the bars the trees lean closer Whispering a name she barely dares to hear [Echo] soldiers she once healed refuse her eyes while Malrec displays Eldrin's broken insignia as proof of death. [Inner Voice] She mourns Eldrin but refuses to let grief make his choices meaningless. [Narrative Turn] A young guard recognizes her as the healer who saved him and secretly loosens one hinge before the public trial.
