Mayu was born mute.
"How will we survive?"
It had never mattered. We loved her, as did anyone else who met her. She had an atmosphere that you couldn't help but be happy in, and her own happiness showed just as well as if she could form the words to describe her feelings.
"Where will we live?"
We were a military family. Our parents were both enlisted in the Malkuth army, our father as a foot soldier, and our mother as a fonist. They were often gone, defending Kaitzur or Retelro Bridge or whatever, and Mayu and I stayed with aunts and uncles and cousins, passed around like human batons while our parents protected our country from Kimlascan invasion.
"What can we do?"
When I was thirteen years old, Mohs' War began.
Both armies rushed to the Rugnican Plains in what later became known as the Battle of the Fall, Malkuth in defense of the destroyed and fallen Akzeriuth, and Kimlasca in defense of their supposedly murdered princess. Kimlasca, almost as if they had expected the war, attacked swiftly and without mercy, driving our forces back into St. Binah. Emperor Peony ordered the evacuation of Engeve and St. Binah, and his most trusted colonel successfully moved both cities to Chesedonia. The armies, however, remained.
That was where our parents were killed.
"We can't live without them! What can we do?"
For a while after that, we continued to live with various relatives for as long as they could support us. It wasn't the same without our parents, though. We needed some form of guidance, someone to tell us what to do and how to live. That was when we truly turned towards the Score. It could help us in ways that our unsociable relatives couldn't. We finally knew what to do.
One day, the Score revealed a miracle: Mayu would be able to speak!
"How can I help her?"
The Score was inevitably right. As she was recovering from a sudden illness, Mayu said her first word: Keyes. My name. Although she had never learned how to piece together a sentence on her own, she could speak! I could finally hear my sister's voice! I thanked—blessed, maybe even worshiped—the Score for giving me this gift when I had lost everything else.
"How can I make her happy?"
Then the world rejected the Score.
So, the last thing I ever expected to do was write another fanfiction. I've been busy writing my own stuff, but all of a sudden all my buddies were writing fanfiction...What can I say? Peer pressure. I don't know how far I'll go with this, but I hope you enjoy. :3 (The first chapter will probably be up this afternoon.)
