Hello again. I'm kinda mad at my other stories plus I love this ship ^^ so I decided to try and write something for them. If you haven't check out my other stories please do and tell me what you think. ^^ Here hope you enjoy. ~Knox
"This first time you're time hearing music?" Aranea asked politely as she lead me through the crowd. I nodded this will be the first time I've heard anything in six years. I smiled brightly at Aranea as we gathered around a small stage, Meenah frowned.
"I don't sea why we gotta watch some freak play cello. Can't we just go sea ICP or some shit?" She huffed, as I reached my hand up to play with the small bit of plastic that allowed me to hear my friends voices for the first time. Funny, how a tiny plastic tubes and some wiring could fix what I thought would always be broken.
"Because it's a rare showing. And I thought it'd be interesting for Meulin." Aranea said, sounding slightly annoyed already.
"Why's that, huh?"
" The lead performer is an ex- Alternian monk." Meenah's eyes went wide and she shoved a onlooker out of her way to get a better view of the stage. I felt my own eyes open wide in shock.
"Didn't you go deaf when we visited Alternia?" I nodded. I could hear those piercing cries and screams, the one's that woke me in the middle of the night and drowned out everything else. "He's starting!"
A tall dark haired boy took center stage, dressed in a deep violet vest and black dress pants, he pulled out a cello. Watching closely as he tuned the violet and black instrument, pressing his fingers to the bridge as the bow glided over the embossed skeletal design. Once he got it tuned he looked out into the crowd, as his eyes settled on me he jumped, nearly dropping his bow in the process. He looks as though he's seen a ghost...
Regaining his poise he smiled softly and the opening melody flowed out. Every note rang clear and proud, tugging at something deep inside. Even Meenah who hated everything other than rap, was held completely spellbound by the sweet, haunting melodies that poured effortlessly from the thin man on stage. As he swayed, the final notes echo in a perfect vibrato, I felt tears form in my eyes.
"You okay gurl?" Meenah asked, shaking off the spell of the music much faster than I could.
"Yes... It's just..." I struggled to find the right words. It had been so long since I've heard anything, a voice, a sound, let alone music but, I remembered them clear as day... Nothing could be used to describe this.
"Overwhelming, huh?" Aranea asked smiling gently. "There's an interesting story behind that one."
"Spill it gurl." Meenah demanded, making Aranea roll her eyes.
" Apparently his name is Kurloz Makara. No one really know about him, except he was a devout monk from the Alternian Islands but, something happened... He was banished for committing a great sin of the church."
"And that would be..?"
" You'll see when he joins the rest of the party." Aranea grinned. Shortly after the party reached full swing, everyone crowded around the odd man, trying to get him to speak but, he simply shrugged them off and scanned the crowds for something, accidently bumping into me. Blushes brightly I tried to apologize but, he raised his as if to stop me. Closing his bright violet eyes, and shook his head softly, gesturing to his throat. I must have looked confused because he leaned down, closer to me and lifted my chin.
I gasped and felt my hand fly to my mouth before I could stop myself. He sewed his mouth shut.
