Garr. I'm blown away. >:(
I'm working on an epic orchestral of my own and this blows mine away... dunno. Like idle air by a hurricane. XD Ironic how that relates to parts of my story. That aside: This is really, really epic.
You're definitely trying to be creative with your instruments, though the flute in the beginning doesn't quite fit - it fits just a second later but for a moment it sounds wrong. :\ I think it's measures 5 through 8. Sounds like a different instrument would fill that position at that point better... just a thought. That aside your efforts for originality aren't wasted as it makes the song that much better. :D
Just a thought... your melody, in places, is all quarter notes. And while the notes themselves, pitchwise, are great, the rhythms I think could have been a bit more creative than that. ;) It's the easy path to go with simple rhythms but knowing you, you should be able to put in that extra bit of effort to make it... that much better. ;)
Defiance is a VERY appropriate title for this song. You'll see in my story...
The view starts high in the sky, level with the sun and the moon, but rapidly descending through the clouds. Of many shapes and sizes, the clouds are everywhere and get lighter as the view descends farther. The sun is bright. Fast, visible currents of wind can be seen tearing up the air, moving in ribbonlike patterns, leaving trails behind them of the clouds they burst through.
The view shifts out of the range of the clouds and a great mountain takes up the full picture. Cone-shaped, green at the foothills and white at the summit, the view then expands and the clouds from before are shown in a different view than before : encircling the mountain. The sky is clear above the peak, however, and the camera rapidly shifts to that peak.
A man is climbing the mountain. He struggles - he has been at it for days. He is muscular, and gruff, and while not quite shady he holds a distinctly "wrong" feeling about him. Not evil, but not a normal person either. The mountain steepens as he approaches the summit but he refuses to allow the mountain to conquer him. Rather, he pushes onward.
Through one last mighty heave he reaches the summit. He stands at the top and beholds the panorama. He looks up at the sun, glaring angrily and menacingly down upon him, as if ready, but waiting, to strike him off the summit. He views the moon next. Its unusual paleness, despite its closeness to the sun, almost personifies fear within its rocky surface. Lastly, he views the clouds. He is the only one they do not offer shade from the harsh light and heat of the sun.
The man looks up at the hole between the ring in the clouds. He looks at the sun and moon again. He shouts. "Begone!" He casts his hands up. As the moon, slowly moving the entire time, envelops the sun, it (the sun) explodes in brightness. Long involved in a cruel struggle, these deities of nature have reached the trial of their lives. Did the moon provide safety for the man? Did the clouds keep out the incredible light for the rest of the world? Or has the sun finally overwhelmed the earth and all relating to it?
The answer is known by those who lived... if any.
Notice I tried to make this one match the theme this was made for... I think I did a pretty good job. :P What do you think? Does it match the epic-ness of the piece itself? Hope you enjoy the review, as always... great job with the song. Voted 5, looking forward to more... :)