Magic Fantasy Music - The Last of Her Kind ( Epic Emotional ) 

MUSIC USAGE : Use of this song or my music without a license / contract is strictly forbidden and breaching copyright laws will be handled accordingly with the law. Using music for beats , song releases , games , tv , film and all uses will be treated as a copyright breach. I am only writing this to save whomever uses my music in a wrongful capacity stress and financial loss. Its always a better practice to send me an email, talking about it and coming to an agreement like the rest of the industry who practice the right methods. Peter Gundry

Love this. Those super high strings sound like crying. Beautiful.

This music: exists Comment section: you know I'm a poet myself

This song makes me feel like I've lived before. There's a sense of familiarity. EDIT: To clarify, the music stirs up memories that don’t belong to this life, but they still feel like they’re mine. EDIT: I didn’t expect anyone to agree with me, or even notice my comment! I can’t believe that so many people resonate with this, this is awesome, I love reading all of your comments :)

It sounds like someone desperately searching for someone. And the end sounds like someone calling for that someone.

I once feared the dark. The lack of sight was terrifying to me. A good friend once told me that I should love it and to cherish it because one day, we might find the darkness to be our only friend. I dismissed her reasoning, thinking it to be folly. The times when all light was gone were cold, and I never knew what was around me because I was blind. I was blind to the beauty around me, the beauty of feeling, hearing, and breathing in my surroundings. This, I now see, is foolish. The darkness can be warm and comforting. What I didn’t know before, was that I can see in the black. The sight of imagination, of seeing in my mind’s eye things I did and didn’t want to see. Beautiful demons dance around me, urging me to explore this new world Now, I see clearly my friend’s reasoning. My family is gone, my world taken over by what one might call evil. A force that I cannot see; Shadows cover what once was a bright world. All light has dispersed, but I care not. The gloom is soft, warm, and comforting. I live to serve it, to continue surviving underneath its warm blanketing depths. Farewell, my friends, the day groweth lighter and I shall soon fade.

A child of the moon, she walks alone. Betrayed by all who claimed to love her, she cries alone. Seperated from her blood kin, she fights alone. Entangled by the strings of fate, she falls alone. Lost in tragedy, she dies alone.

Soul burned through ash, heart poured in deep. Nothing but anguish, forced to a dead sleep. And one day she rose, ready to face strife. No one stood with her, from now to the end of her life.

Am I the only one who listens to music more than songs?

“She was one if the few souls that made me wonder what's it to live.”

the picture and the song's name are making this already beautiful song 10x better

Hey guys, here is a new Magic Fantasy piece called " The Last of Her Kind ", i hope you enjoy it. Please Subscribe, Like and Share if you do and have a great week =) The final version of this will be available on iTunes hopefully by the weekend ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-jdqcB_lKS1A.html

You know whats cool about the picture you chose and this score together?One of the books Ive partially written features a main character, a small Elfin girl, storm tossed and battered by fate from her tiny valley home to the streets of a city of people who have never seen one of her kind before.Desperate, she turns to crime to survive...she will eventually become one of the most powerful women in the city, by day a glittering courtesan with the worlds royalty in her pocket and the power of a queen in her hand...and one of its most feared nightmares, a demon that stalks the streets by night seeking vengeance...absolution...and closure, alone and forever severed from the life she once knew...She, too, wears a small blue crystal around her neck, and hides her beautiful but scarred face under a low cowl.

The sky is as gray as her thriving thoughts, sitting out there with her mind spinning. “What would happen to me if I had said yes, if I had accepted or refused?” -She asked the wind. “Do fate choose us or do we choose him?” The wind roars and with it, the dry leaves fall and accompany her. She stands and dances with them, one step, two steps, and within the third disappears. Her breath remains for a few seconds, before realizing that the answer was that she never existed.

She gazed upon the moon. Standing amidst the cold land that once full of warmth and safety. Her eyes shone silence tears that stream down her delicate face. "We won, but at what cost?" The wind picked up as she felt a slight breeze hit her skin, as a silent voice whispered in her ear. "Everything."

The Piano glows The Sound is hewn into the ground The music is found to move and how they howl the hounds She rides so fierce and bright The face has seen a thousand nights The smile of a hundred years Sees the faithful into their tears Her steed is flaming Her head is still Her eyes are blaming I feel a chill As she hears the sound Across this empty night She turns around Wanting to end this blight As the sound moves She will find As she hears hooves She fled as she is the last of her kind

Yes, the people made me cry Yes, they let my family die Yes, they made me run and hide Yes, I fail even though I try Yes, I'm buried in the snow Yes, I dissapeared years ago Yes, I am about to die Yes, I am the last of my kind I am the last spirit

a girl, she walks... long hair pure as snow flowing in the wind, the full moon shining on her as she travels throughout the violet forest, the flowers blooming around her with every step. slowly she moves towards a silver lake, a lake so pure that is shines a glowing light, she stares at the forest around her as the animals watch from a distance slowly moving closer to the girl... she smiles and sings.... the beautiful forest filled with animals and moonlight so pure, filling her with happiness.... the girl's eyelids flutter as she lifts her head... her violet forest gone, she was back in her house.... her ancient lonely house.... wishing she could journey back to her violet forest and not be alone.... beautiful! it made my chest swell with emotion! this brings to mind the thought of mythical creatures! like the dragon or unicorn... creatures of myth enchanting yet ever out of our reach..... this was beautiful!

A girl pale as snow sat in tranquil peace at a lake. Her beauty was incomparable to any other woman. She was kind hearted and gentle with any form of life she would come across. The wind was still. The animals that dwelled there were slumbering quietly in their warm homes. The girl enjoyed the calmness. She loved the simple life she led. She belonged to the forest. Her heart produced magic unlike any other. Ordinary people looked up to her for advice. She was the definition of perfect as some would say. "Come with me." The man said. "Come with me to a place where everything is perfect and good." "Kind sir, if everything were perfect and good, there would be no balance. There cannot be good without evil. Nor can there be light without dark." She replied with a calmness. "Very well young maiden. Do as you please." The man then disappeared, leaving the girl alone, still seated near the lake. It is said that, if you may find this lake, the girl will be there to guide you along your way, drifting along the currents of life... ________________________________ I have no clue if this is good or not lol. But if you do take the time to read it, I hope you enjoy it. Thank you!

In the name of love, I set you free. Be at peace, but without me. Be not afraid, for your soul is made to flow. just know that I will love you, wherever you may go.

I am writting a fantasy book, and this kind of music helps my inspiration :)

A figure, her delicate frame cloaked in a silvery cloak that danced gently in the wind, as she stood upon a low cliff, looking out at a large meadow, with young trees, and fresh grass, many grazing animals peacefully living their lives upon the fertile ground, yet the figure did not see the joy of that land, as a tear, shining like starlight, streaked down her cheek. She remembered it like yesterday, the large village, childrens' laughter, the chuckles of man, and the giggles of woman. Houses, built of living wood, were placed at random, allowing plenty of room for movement for all. And flowers, that smelled of honey and wine, constantly bloomed, giving the village a magical feeling. The figure laughed dryly.... Magical. Using that word brought her nothing more than pain now. As the tragedy replayed itself in her mind, like it had occurred only yesterday. It was a day like any other, she, herself, having been nothing more than a child at the time. She had been playing when they struck. Figures upon beast made of dark magic, catching the living grass, and houses aflame, as the sky turned black with ash and smoke. Laughter had been replaced by screams, and sound of slaughter. Dark figures cutting down all who they could find. In fright, the girl fled, only to return to a abandoned massacre when the skies were once again clear. Nothing but ash remained. All had burned in the flames of the beings that killed her people. Nothing remained..... The child was alone now, and forever. Now that child was now a woman, looking upon what had once been her home, the magic of the land only just now reclaiming it from the dark magic that taunted it that day, long ago." But, it does not matter now", said the woman as she turned away, walking to a white horse, who was waiting for her patiently, and swung onto its back, her hood falling off to reveal elegant pointed ears, and white hair, braiding in a surreal manner," I will carry on our legacy." The horse turned, walking further away from the field, the, now revealed, elven woman looking ahead," I will survive. This world will not forget us until eternity comes to make this world anew, so that we may rise again."

This is the kind of music you would play when you're the last in everything.

She was fine with being the first to die. But she did not want to be the last of her kind. She did not want to be the Endling.

I see a dryad in a forest. She gives life to the trees around her. She enjoys it, but inside she feels alone. She talks to the birds and plants flowers on the vines around her. Unbeknownst to her, she is the last if her kind. She doesn't care or even seem to know that the forestmen have killed her kin and are destroying her forest. They find her and see her as firewood. The birds run away and she doesn't know why. They find her, they attack her with bows and axes. She tries to run away, but they're simply too fast and her wounds are too much to bear. When she thinks she has lost them, she falls to the ground in agony. She lets out a final call, one that only the last of her kind could make as she dies alone. It's a beautiful sound, one only the most beautiful creatures could ever make, and the world will never know it again.

If only this could come in a music box!!!

The story I get from this music: The last witch struggles to stay hidden In a "fantasy setting" where mythical creatures have been hunted to near extinction. A popular myth is that magic brings disease, drought, and immorality. At the same time, the king is ordering executions of citizens at random due to a daemon poisoning his mind. To make matters worse, not using magic results in illness for the witch. One freezing evening, a knight catches the lonely witch starting a fire with a wave of her hand. She is given an ultimatum: face exposure or accompany the knight on his quest to slay the daemon plaguing the king.

Oh, come on! Stop playing with my feelings!

I can't believe this was nine years ago. I can't help but to keep on coming back. My friends might call me weirdo but I really love listening to this masterpiece.

A 5 year old girl walks through the world. He was amazed by the view in the east, walking in the direction of the rising sun. Greeted by the song of birds which shouted to form a natural harmony. The sunshine hit the yellow rice, sparkling with the morning dew that had not yet fallen to the ground. The girl felt sure she made her move, running after the sun that was starting to emerge from behind the mountain. He stopped his steps, when he saw a grandmother picking strawberries and put them in the basket. The girl approached the grandmother, both smiled at each other and the girl immediately took the initiative to help the grandmother pick strawberries. After picking strawberries, Grandma asked her to come along. The girl followed suit, when she got home the grandmother wanted to process the strawberry, the girl wanted to help but was not allowed. Finally the girl could only wait and sit in a chair. The smell of strawberry jam was so good, the girl began to be tempted. Then he carefully sneaked into the kitchen to peek at the grandmother cooking, but who would have thought that the girl found that in the grandmother's kitchen there were so many heads of children that had been severed. There was even a headless body that was hung upside down with blood still flowing. Under the body is a bowl which is used as a vessel for blood which drips from the headless body. The grandmother replaced the bowl, then the bowl filled with blood before she put it in the strawberry jam stew. The girl slowly retreated, returned to the previous room and waited for the grandmother. The grandmother came with warm jam, which she then kept in the cupboard that was still in the same room as the girl. In the same cupboard, the grandmother also took cold strawberry jam, along with bread. The grandmother helped spread jam on the bread, then they ate together.

Did you know that God above, Created you for me to love? He picked you out from all the rest, Because He knew I'd love you best. I had a heart and it was true, But now it's gone from me to you. So take care of it darling as I have done. Now you have two and I have none. If I get to heaven and you're not there, I'll paint your name on every stair. So all the angels will know and see, What my Sweetheart means to me. If you're not there on judgment day, I'll know you've gone the other way. And just to prove my love is true, I'd go to hell to be with you.

This is the perfect piece for one of the characters I'm planning for I story I hope to write one day. She is an enchantress, are rare breed of immortals whose beauty surpasses all others. She is one of the few and this song matches her perfectly. She's elegant and mystical. This piece represents her, a free spirit yet the last of her kind. I am so thankful there are composers like you on RU-vid. The music you compose is perfect for inspiration for both characters and plot.

Really touching. I've listened to it 4 times already. Every time I listen to it, I realise different emotions made by those harmonic sounds. Good quality piece here.

Shattered dreams, Nights spent drowned in tears, Everyone's gone, She's the last one here. Family slaughtered, Happiness, a mirage, She has suffered, Left with uncountable scars. But her soul's strong, She still shines, Even if life's wrong, She won't whine. Even if it hurts, Even if she's about to break, She will go on, As she's the last of her kind.

Controlled by those who say its for good, She remains stand still, She doesn't talk much, doesn't mean she is rude, Just silent because she knows it doesn't matter, nothing against others words will. The balcony remains rock solid, But her emotions can't stop screaming, For once, she asks herself, when was the time that out of fear you hid? Then next time she finds herself dreaming. She can't keep on shedding tears for the rest of her life, But can't control it so hide it with a smile, She has been stabbed by knives, The knives of emotions, which hurt more than a million nails. She tries to stop herself from dying, but fails. She knew, a girl like her was hard to find, But about her happiness, everyone lied, But it was not hard anymore, because she was the last of her kind, Unfortunately, the last of her kind also didn't survive. 😊

This piece is one of the most beautiful ones Ive ever heard

I think I have run out of words! This is a true beauty! You have managed to tranfer any magical feeling you had when writing this masterpiece to anyone who listens to it! Please, never stop making music!

Isn´t it always the last one, that restores the Balance and destroys all evil. In almost every Story, everyone else of this kind is either bad or gone bad.

Im mentally , emotionally & spiritually invested in this master piece ~ 🥀

She became the First... of her kind.

I am new to eleven music, so this is probably not a very informed comment, but I needed to say this: Your music opens up possibilities for dreams. It's music I can get lost in and find brand new inspiration in. It's like listening to a magical forest, I can hear it over and over and keep noticing new details every time. I really love what you do and I hope you keep doing it. It moves me.

She wanted to get rid of her necklace, but it was mystically stuck to her skin. It made her do things, she did not want to remember. Magical things. Just warming up for the actual book.

Is anyone thinking about an RPG,fantasy kind of story now?

A Fallen Angel Is She, An Accident Made Her Wings To Be Free, Wrested From Her Back, She Roams The Earth Searching For The One, The One Who Will Love Her, Immortal Is She, To Roam Forever, She Finds The Ones Who Love Her, But They Were Laid To Rest Long Ago, She Screams In Pain, Her Agony Heavy, She Stabs Her Heart, Screaming, Screaming, Screaming, Till She Is But A Page In A History Book, No, A Line, A Line Is All That Connects Her To Earth, Yet She Still Roameth The Seas, On Some Nights You Can Hear Her Whisper, “Somebody Help Me Please”…

It’s hard to believe this masterpiece was created and uploaded 5 years ago... I hadn’t discovered it yet back then, but I’ve been listening to it almost non stop for over a year now. Thank you Peter, this piece came to mean a lot for me.

2019??????? Anyone? Am I the only one? *I love Fantasy Music like this😍*

I listen to this piece a few times a month & have done for the past 5 years Its my go to music to calm me, Sweeten me, still me, inspire me Its so delightful & a little scary But that's its exquisite edge

You are the first and last one of your kind. You're special, you're unique. The only one, never to be born as the same again. Be proud.

I ADORE this music, i play it over and over. Its mystical and enchanting and pulls you to it 😊

AN EARTH ANGEL LOVES THIS PIECE!

So gentle and soft.... Yet emotional.

This song just helped me create an entire book series, that has now 4 awaiting book titles I need to finish. Your work is Amazing!!!!!

Is been almost 2 months since she left. I Count the seconds every breath,.....and yes it's true I can't forget all the miles we had crossed, since the moment that we met. She took my heart, into her hands, turned into ashes, slipped through her fingers, tore me apart, I couldn't stand, I watched the magic, turn into cinders. So when she pulled away, I let the memories blind me, all of the things I'd chased I watched them fall behind me and something I can't replace, cant change the love that binds me, it always will remind me, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind, the best of her kind, it's been more than three weeks since we spoke, and her birthday just passed and every sentence that I write, is like letters in my tombstone, and I just can't accept, all the strings that started breaking, the mistakes that I'd been making, She took my heart, into her hands, turned into ashes, slipped through her fingers, tore me apart, I couldn't stand, I watched the magic, turn into cinders. So when she pulled away, I let the memories blind me, all of the things I'd chased I watched them fall behind me and something I can't replace, can't change the love that binds me, it always will remind me, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind. She took my heart, into her hands, turned into ashes, slipped through her fingers, it tore me apart, I couldn't stand, I watched the magic, turn into cinders. So when she pulled away, I let the memories blind me, all of the things I'd chased I watched them fall behind me and something I can't replace, can't change the love that binds me, it always will remind me, she's the last of her kind, the last of her kind, the best of her kind.

This makes me feel like I’m taking a trip through time.. Like there’s no ending.. It just keeps going.. longer and longer into the past.. It truly is incredible ♥️

This is the BEST recommendation RU-vid has ever made, Period!

I want to meet her

This gives strength to some people that listens to this. But to me. Why am I crying. Why do I feel like Ive been defeated. But at the same time. Somewhere within the song, makes me wanna rise back up again like a fallen angel

So beautiful. I don't know it's me or something but this music helps to find peace. And everyone is the first and last of their kind .

It doesn’t need a sad ending instead she can be a legend who is the last of her kind and a strong warrior ❤

This music is mysterious, mystical ans so magic....

It feels like I'm leaving in the old days with my grandma in a old house woke up every day with the smell of tea and traditional food, OMG I miss you I wish could see you, family said that you loved me so mush and I was your favourite child in the house and that you staying awoke for hours to tell stories of quays and Laila and stories of wolfs and ghosts, witches, I have some details of your in my mind even if they are kinda invisible but I really enjoyed remembering them bless me grandma I love you always and for ever

I always go back to this song and it always hits my heart in the perfect places. I love it so much

I can't tell how deeply your music touches my soul. It resembles my dark gloomy introverted nature. You're one of my favorite musicians. I hope you see this Peter Gundry

When something is broken, and fixing it seems impossible, the best thing you can do is salvage what you can. Then take the pieces and build upon what you find later. Maybe someone out there is missing the parts you carry.

With music like these, I feel as if I am there. I am watching a life, a story before my eyes with each emotion and choice. It does inspire me to write a story of characters and their past, present, and future. This is so peaceful to me, and calms my mind from the stressful busy reality.

This song is so perfect. I never get tired of listening to it.

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This calms me down whenever I have a hard time making decisions and i don't even know why

2023 March, still listening. My favorite instrumental

My Damien died in a head on collision on his way home from firefighting. I didnt get to tell him that i loved him, i cannot breathe from how much ive been crying but i cant stop, he was only 21.

You are my favorite composer.

There is steel and ice in her eyes. Blood and coal on her hands. He watches as she lifts her head to the sky,a longing movement meant to curse the Gods who took all she held dear in her heart. "They can't hear you" He says,weak and forlorn. "They never do" Nobody else would know better than him for he too had been cheated and lied to by the ones he worshipped and adored. "It doesn't matter" She finally speaks and there is great darkness in her tone. Deep hatred in the way she returns his gaze. "I will make them hear me even if it means bringing down the Heavens" After all,what will she lose that they haven't taken from her already by doing so? They will rue the day they burned her soul. If they thought making her the last of her kind would destroy her,they were wrong. So very wrong.

4 years and a day ago a masterpiece was created... Majestic!

In the moon’s soft glow, she stands alone, The last of her kind, a tale unknown. Descended from celestial heights, Her eyes hold secrets, starry nights. Her footsteps trace lunar dust, A legacy fading, love and trust. The last of her kind, a cosmic dance, In solitude, she seeks her chance. Moonbeams weave through her silver hair, Echoes of forgotten constellations declare: “Embrace your uniqueness, celestial child, For you are rare, untamed, beguiled.” The last of her kind, a lunar refrain, Her heart echoes the moon’s silent pain. In her eyes, galaxies swirl and twine, A cosmic elegy, a love divine. So when you pull away, don’t let memories blind you, All the things you chase, falling away behind you. Chained to the love that binds you, Don’t let the past remind you. She’s the last of her kind, a celestial rhyme, A stardust echo lost in time. Moon-kissed and ethereal, she’ll forever be, A cosmic enigma, dancing free

I really like this piece, it really is mythopoetic.

I love this! It sounds like its describing a story

This is a masterpiece. Definetly my favorite of the songs you made. UNBELIEVABLE

There There are places you go..and dont know why, There are things you see..up in the sky... There are people you meet..that make you sigh..... There is love in your heart that makes you cry... AND THEN,THERE IS ..MAGICAL MUSIC ....THAT MAKES YOU HIGH!!! FOR YOU ARE THAT MAGIC!!! PEACEFULLY JULIO

The regret that they died because of you, the hopelessness that you couldn't do a thing, the pain of burying them with your own hands, the fury when the culprit is happy and you are in remorse, and the struggle of being alone. This is what I feel when I listen to this music. Btw it's too superb!! As a fantasy lover, I will cherish this music and I think its one of my favorites.

That violin is weeping and grieving for the world so hard...it’s sad to see a world filled with none of your kind

gosh i wish this was a longer loop i love this music.

astonishing💜 I could definitely see this music being played in a adventurous movie.

You deserve millions of subscribers! Your music heals my soul!🖤

This is absolutely gorgeous.

Woke up today with this song in my head.

This song is perfect for chilling in every moment, great job Peter

Distance fell that fallen leaves, Yet set upon from those that grieve. None approach the last of the last, As all might bear that insidious cast. To this, remain, abound, to be, The sudden stages to be free. For few would remember on this tale, As time move on like ashes avail.

Absolutely gorgeous! I love the sounds of bells and harp and violin. Gentle but powerful and beautiful sounds. You're beyond talented!

By far my favorite.

Everybody wants somebody sometime. Everybody NEEDS somebody sometimes. When your all alone and have no one to hold:TRUST in GOD's Love and He will wrap you in his ARMS. You are not alone and God Loves You. He sent his son to Love/Live, serve and die for us ... Much Respect And Gratitude

I'm in love with this music...I first heard this 3years back but it's still my favorite..

Please make more epic emotional ones

This is actuallly the very first song of yours I have listened to and its still my favourite. :) Great work.

After all these years, every time I hear this song, it makes me realize it’s still my favorite song of all.. 👂🧠🤔👀😏☕️💜💜💜

soul music, just perfect

Omg the comments make me cry even HARDER!!!! 😭😭😭 They're beautiful ✨✨✨

When I heard the notes I felt a shiver up my spine and the story kinds of like get into my head and amazes me because it's like a part of my memory

I can't stop listening to it whatever my mood is!! This always touch my soul deeply 🖤

Quietly the child steps around the ruined building with a mixture of curiosity and awe. The stairs creak under her bare feet as she walks on to the cold stone floor of the abandoned hall. Tapestries hang in tatters, as she imagines ladies and and noble men waltzing in the dark hall each dressed in a colorful assortment. A light at the end calls to her beckoning her forward, as a woman with a navy cloak calls her name, “Motachi, come, come, child.” Motachi’s grey silver wings trailed behind her as she walked again in awe and wonder. Her silver hair glistened and her warm brown golden eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her steps grew light and she could see the hall come to life. It was a fantasy dance, graceful, elegant, and full of life. The woman smiled, as she led the small angel away with a loving hand petting her small head. She will keep her safe from the fate cursed on the innocent child. Firstly, though, she would take her soul.

I am the last of my ancient tribe, and whenever I listen to this; I scream, and cry buckets. And I`m a big man. Thank you Peter. Your music is marvellous.