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Post by Sonata Vogl on May 23, 2016 16:15:40 GMT -5
Vienna, Austria. A beautiful city that has birthed many skilled, gifted artists. One of these artists includes young Sonata Vogl, a deprived yet forced girl. Not everyday would you meet someone like her... She had a deafening air about her fingers, yet her voice was oh-so silent. When she touched the piano, everything around her seemed to be filled with life. Color melted into the gray, brightness illuminated the dark. Yet Sonata herself, she was darkness personified. Now, you might think this to be quite the exaggeration, but it is quite true. Ever since the death of her dear mother, Sonata had faded deeper and deeper into black. Her father was no help, either. From when the sun awoke to when the sun slept, she was made to practice her playing. No close friendships were allowed, she wasn't supposed to stop when she wasn't told- It was misery for Sonata. Over dreaded time, the keys of joy slowly but surely became keys of sorrow. The tune that crept from her playing seemed to always be crying, as were her eyes. Though, it was never around her father. That would not end well, oh no. So for years and years, this little lark was stuck in her cage, with only her piano keeping her comfort. But even then, it just wasn't enough.
One lonely night, Sonata was just able to slumber. Too exhausted to even move, she decided she rest herself on the top of her piano.. No blanket, no pillow. Only her and herself alone. It was always like that, no kiss goodnight from her father. Sonata never even considered him her father, not after what had happened to her mother. So by herself she was, listening to the occasional creaks of the home and dealing with the cold. This poor, poor soul... No matter the fact of her practicing, this treatment could not have any nurturing effect on her talent. No nurturing effect on her emotionally, either. It seemed that when he wasn't aware. Sonata would always let tears drip onto her piano keys, watching them dry up just like her heart. She wondered how she'd even lasted these five years.... And if she'd last any more. Gripping onto the edges of her piano, Sonata whimpered and curled into a ball. That position usually gave her the most warmth, anyway. Soon, soon sleep would finally take her... Steal her away to a better land, blessed with sleepy sands. Just like her mother used to tell her every night. Sonata quietly laughed at this thought, before feeling hot tears flood down once again. Oh, when will it ever end? How does she even have any more tears to shed? Sonata would never know. All she knows is that they are there, and won't disappear for a long time. Not as long as he's around.
All of a sudden, a blinding light flashed in front of Sonata, shocking her a little. She shot straight up, and almost slipped off, the poor thing. The light lingered for a while longer, swirling and touching every corner of the room, before fading completely. There, in absence of the aforementioned light, was a tall young man. He wore a warm smile upon his lips, and his eyes bore something of... Mystery. Of course, he very much intrigued Sonata. Who was he? What was that light? The man seemed to say something, but she couldn't hear it. Her thoughts blocked out anything else. One thing, and one thing only sprinted through the girl's mind:
He will take me to my better land.
{LEGATO REPLY, PLEASE!}
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