Hello~ This is my first Fairy Tail fanfic and I hope you all like it! The prologue is admittedly short and just the introduction for the story, but aren't all prologues like that!
Anyway, this prologue may be a bit sad... I'm not really sure if it'll bring any emotions forward but there's a hint of suicide at the end so just be careful. Thank you for reading!
Prologue
Music wafted through the air, gently and softly. It was a melancholic sound. The emotions of the musician were all expressed in the way that the keys made their melody. Black and white were the only colours present to the player who was lost in the world of music and heartbreak. If anyone listening had managed to pull themselves away from the sorrowful tune, they would see the tears that streamed down the pianists face. An expression of grief and mourn would be shown. The song continued until it eventually began to get slower and slower.
Then it stopped.
The poor soul sitting on the piano bench had their hands on the piano keys but would not, no, could not play on. The tears became too much and drowned out the vision of the pianist. The aching in their heart became too much and it continued to pain every time another note was played. Without the sound of the instrument, the sobbing of the pianist soon took over. They removed their hands from the piano to bury their head into them instead.
Time only continued on.
Eventually, even the crying stopped. The pianist had no more tears to cry. They got up from their seat and shuffled to the door of their music room. They had no energy to walk normally. Taking one last look at every single instrument that was settled nicely in the room, they shut off the light and closed the door.
No family.
The pianist thought of their parents. Died in a car crash. Their parents were energetic and kind people. Their smile could light up any dark room. The pianist was an only child. The pianist was alone.
No friends.
The pianist could clearly remember the day their closest friend spread rumours about them that everyone believed. No one wanted to be their friend anymore. The pianist was alone.
No home.
The pianist had a house. But no home. The pianist was alone.
And with that, the pianist took one of their last breaths. Music was the only thing the pianist ever had in their life. And music was the last thing they would ever have before they took their life.
Nobody.
. . . . .
In another world, a child was born. The child screamed and cried. But the child was alive and healthy.
"Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can."
~ Yann Martel