This is my first ever composition for . Please be gentle, if you find something you don't like then just put it lightly. No raving drunk rants please. So anyways, Harmony is a girl who lost her parents a long time ago in a fire.

A few events before she contracted a fatal disease which gives her seizures and stuff. It disappeared a while back but now its back and she doesn't like it one bit. Oh yeah, there's also a sort of Grim reaper guy haunting her and comes in on later chapters. I don't own Eternal Sonata okay.

Act 1: The Reverie Encore

"(Giggle) The flowers are so bright. I've never seen such color before." Harmony laid herself on the ground to feel the soft heather and the cool grass on her skin, "I wish I could live here forever."

As she lay resting there, her purple eyes reflecting the suns warm rays, a voice rang from the distance. "Harmony!" a female voice called, "Harmony, where are you dear?"

She laughed and rose from her resting spot "Right here Mama!" she called.

"Come dear, your father is going to play Celestine under the Piccolo Willow" she told her.

Under the Willow, in its bent trunk, sat her father with his Stradivarius, Celestine, ready to play for the upcoming audience, "I wouldn't miss is for the world." As she sat down her father readied the bow on the strings. He played a sweet and slow tune, a romantic ballad.

"(Sigh!) This is what attracted me most to your father, he knew how to play the most romantic songs that would make any woman swoon." Harmony listened to the tune. It was so sweet and enchanting, like the trill of a nightingale.

"harmony..." a voice called. "Huh?" she wondered. "Harmony..." it cried again. "Where's that coming from?" she asked herself, it sounded eerily familiar to her. "HARMONY!" the voice loudly cried. "YAAAAAHHHHH!"

(Thump!) She fell to the floor. Looking around her she saw that she was in her room in the orphanage and she had been dozing off.

Miss Deidre Gladiola, the orphanage owner, was quite worried and knelt down to help her up "Oh my. I'm sorry Harmony, I didn't mean to startle you." she pulled her up and brushed the dust on her white sundress, "you looked so peaceful I felt almost as if I was about to commit a crime. Why on earth are you dozing so peacefully on a hot day like this?"

She at first hesitated but then decided to tell her just what happened, "I just came back from the park, and I had been playing music for a couple of hours already but..."

"You didn't earn much, did you." she guessed.

Harmony nodded to confirm it. "Harmony, it's alright if you don't earn enough. If it's enough for your lesson then go and learn how to play. It's what you've always wanted right? We can survive with just canned peas for the meantime."

"I don't think the kids will agree with you." Harmony pointed out, smiling.

"Ha ha ha! I guess your right" she sighed in contentment, "I guess I shouldn't have woken you up then." She suddenly stopped her from apologizing, "Oh it's alright. I don't think I would have woken up if you didn't come along."

Miss Deidre looked hard at her; she thought that she had left those memories back a long time ago. "Did you have that dream again?" Her sudden spark of laughter was lost, Harmony then felt a familiar feeling of emptiness, the feeling of loneliness.

She had felt like this ever since that day when her house burned in the fire, when her parents perished along with it, when she lost everything that made her happy. All that was left was the Stradivarius her father gave her and the ribbon she inherited from her mother.

She shook off the dark feelings away; there was no use in looking into a past where no future seemed to appear. "It's alright; I don't have to feel sad. I still have both of them with me, Papa in Celestine and my mother in my ribbon."

This comforted Miss Dowager somewhat but didn't even leave a bit of comfort for the heartbroken young girl, smiling falsely to cover her sadness and regret.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot!" Dowager cried, she had accidentally spied the glass rabbit clock on her wall, "it's already 2 o' clock. you'd better get going."

At those words she was out of the building like a whirlwind. "Oh no, OH NO!" she chided herself, "Harmony Belmont, you are latelateLATE!"

End of Act 1

Act 2: Death's Composition

"You're improving; you sounded way better than your first practice."

Harmony was quite glad, that compliment had made her feel better after what had happened before.

"I guess it's because my hands aren't shaking that much" she replied, "I guess I was worried I would embarrass myself on the stage." she stared at the floor in an attempt to hide her fear laden face.

Miss Larraby held her hand "It's alright Harmony, it's just the jitters. It is your first recital after all, it's quite normal to be afraid." Harmony nodded in agreement but quickly turned her attention to the window as the afternoon was shining down.

It was more than just worrying about her pride; she wanted to make her father proud by doing her best. The only problem: her best just didn't seem enough for her. "Well, I guess I'll be going now!" she told her, "see you later."

"Good luck Harmony" she called after her, "do be careful and don't forget, 5 o' clock." "I won't!" she cried.

"Well I have been improving, Miss Larraby said so herself" she told herself. Walking along the empty halls helped her clear her mind about the upcoming recital.

(FWOOSH!)

Harmony felt a sudden cold which disappeared suddenly. "Who's there?" she spoke to an empty space. "Hmm, guess it was my imagination..."

"Harmony..." a ghastly voice called behind her, "Harmony Belmont... Your time has been spent. You are overdue." A hooded figure rose from the floor in a hole of black. "Tonight you will be sent, a dream. Either it is only a dream or not depends on you." it dispersed into a black cloud, disappearing from her way.

"What did he mean by that?" she said quietly, she had been terribly shaken by the dark hooded figure. "What did he mean by that?"

A sudden pang of pain erupted in her chest, like she was being pierced by an invisible sword, "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

The pain stopped, "Oh no, not again..." she had thought that it had disappeared, the disease; she thought that it had stopped. But the disease was still there, it had just reminded her.

End of Act 2

Act 3: Rhapsody

Harmony was back at the orphanage trying to find something to wear for the recital. Behind her dressing screen she had so many rants.

"Too showy, too boring, too big, too small..."

(knock, knock!) "Harmony dear, what's taking so long?" called Miss Deidre "I can't find a good dress to wear" she replied, "It has to be special." Suddenly, an idea came into her head.

After a few minutes of waiting, she finally heard the door unlock. "Harmony? What on earth are you doing in there?" she asked once more.

The door opens, "Well, what do you think?" she asks. She twirled around to show off her dress.

"Where on earth did you get that dress" she asked. As owner of the orphanage, she was responsible for cleaning up the whole place. But never in Harmony's stay did she ever notice that dress before.

"It's wonderful isn't it? It used to belong to my mother, but she passed it on to me before the fire."

"It's beautiful." Deidre commented, she held Harmony's hand and felt it tremble, "Don't worry, you'll do them proud. I promise you." a smile spread across her face as she looked at the shaking girl.

At the Charleston School for the musically gifted, people were preparing themselves for their performances. Strings were plucked, horns were blown, and flutes were cleaned.

"Alright places everyone." announced the stagehand.

'Alright, it's almost time.' she told herself. Harmony was feeling confident about tonight's performance but her stomach was full of butterflies. During the announcement, a familiar feeling pounded on her chest. 'Oh no, Not again!' she ignored the pain and soon enough it disappeared.

'I have to be careful. I might faint again if it happens once more.' she had been worried about that familiar pain all day and had been wondering if the hooded figure and the familiar pain was all just a dream.

'A dream, just like what he said to me.' She thought to herself

After a few performances, it was her turn to play the Paganini Cantabile.

She shakily faced the crowd and bowed. Forcing courage into herself she began playing and was surprised at how quickly her confidence returned. 'I'm doing it. I'm playing. Don't worry father, I'll do my best.'

She was halfway between the pieces when a familiar pain exploded in her chest. A sudden paralysis took her over and caused her to sway, her hands shaking at being forced to move. 'Oh no, I-I c-c-can't move!'

"Something's wrong." Miss Deidre had suspected as she rose from her seat, but too late. Harmony fell off the stage and into a deadly fall onto the cold marble floor.

There were shouts, people screaming in fear at the girl's deadly fall.

Before the impact, there were only a few words left in her mind. 'No way, is this really how it ends...' was one of them. Suddenly, everything blacked out, the screams turned quiet; all she could hear was the soft call of the wind. Suddenly out of the oblivion comes a man, in a gentlemanly coat and hat. "It's up to you, young Harmony Belmont. Either it is a dream or not, it is all up to you" "Who are you?" she asks, and suddenly her sight dims, darkness surrounds her yet again.

End of act 3

Act 4: The Luminous Forest

The wind was blowing softly on the shining leaves, as if to send them away from their branches. The soft scents of the pitch berries ripening were sweet to the senses.

The concertina trees were swaying slightly, as if to reach for the sun.

Under the Piccolo willow sleeps a young girl, shifting about as if in a deep dream. The soft wind blows in her face as if to awaken her.

"Hunh, wha?GASP the recital!" she screamed.

Harmony had only faint memories of the previous night, but that was enough to awaken her fully. The pain, the fall, the horrified scream of the crowd, it wasn't a wonder why she didn't notice her surroundings.

After finally realizing she wasn't at the hospital or in a bed she asked herself "Where on earth am I?"

She noticed that there were no walls around her, there was a slight breeze of cool air, and that there were trees and plants all around her. There was only one deduction going on inside her mind "I must be in a forest." she cried in disbelief.

The first questions to enter her mind were "How ever did I get here?" and "Where's the school?"

It was obvious that the school wasn't anywhere close, but what she really wanted to know is how on earth she got there. She didn't feel any hands handle her nor any bump nor motion of a person carrying a girl or a car. "Well, there's no point in worrying about something that's past." then she noticed her mother's dress. It seemed much more different than before

"Wow! It looks way cuter than before! Were my kidnappers tailors?" Her tunic had lost its shoulders but had wonderfully crafted cuffs at the end of the sleeves. Her skirt, instead of a just a silken cloth, had gained a leather cover-up.

She also noticed a gleaming wooden object on the forest floor. "CELESTINE!" she cried, "I was wondering where you disappeared to". She clasped it tightly under her arm "I'll never lose sight of you again." she promised, and so off she went to find answers to her many questions.

Strangely, although she was quite worried where on earth she was, she found a certain peace instilled inside her every time the wind blew. The feeling was oddly familiar but she brushed it off.

"This is the first forest I've ever been to. I couldn't have been here before" she laughed at the silly statement and continued on. She was in such high spirits that she almost forgot her whole intention in searching at all.

The city was a stuffy place where people only cared about themselves and seldom gave a glance to those in need; this forest seemed to erase those horrible thoughts from her mind. It seemed to soothe her, as if she had no problems at all.

"HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE!!!" a voice cried a little way off. "Huh?" Harmony had been shaken by the sudden plea. "EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" it cried again. "Oh no, someone's in trouble."

And so Harmony rushed into an unknown rescue mission, unsure of what was to come.

End of Act 4

Act 5: Igbo, help out!

Harmony ran toward the voice, this lead her into an open area in the forest. The scene that followed showed a boy with spiky blond hair and almond eyes cornered to a tree wherein two pumpkins are dancing in front of him. "Huh? Dancing pumpkins? Is this some sort of joke? I was expecting something a little more perilous like a child getting attacked or a boy hanging from a cliff." she had been disappointed by how extremely backwards the situation was.

"B-be Careful miss! Those are Very Very Empty's!" the cornered boy cried.

"Well, the fact that the eyes are only sockets and that the wind is making a sound when blowing through them, you could say they are very, very empty." she was oblivious to the fact that this was the creature's name.

"Miss, make sure that they don't go to dark places okay! Bad things happen when they get to dark places." the boy screamed out.

"Why? What happens then?" she shouted back.

As if to answer her question, one of them advanced towards the tree's shadow. This caused it to enlarge and left its skin in a mossy rotten state. Its tendrils at the tip became a full grown palm tree.

"Th-that's what happens!" he cried. It Screeched in anger then started charging towards the scared little boy.

'Oh no, I have to act fast!' she ran forward and shouted "Take this you oversized vegetable, Hah!!!"

She hit it on the back with her bow. Instead of doing much damage it merely caused the things back to thump loudly. In response to the attack the giant Great Coconuts turned at her angrily and began charging.

"YIPE!" she cried, she had nowhere to go. She was smack dab in the things way.

"Miss, shield yourself!" the boy cried. "Like this?" she asked while proceeding to raise her violin. The Walking palm tree rammed her to the ground. "Oops, bad timing." he called out.

"Ow. That smarted." She told herself. She picks herself up and prepares to attack the enemy. Her weak stick-like bow was no match for the tough skin of the Great Coco's.

In the end, she fainted out of sheer exhaustion. "Don't worry, miss. I'll help you." the boy called. He took out a small yellow object and directed it at her.

Harmony felt the sudden reclamation of energy. "I'm not going down without a fight" she said to the enemies, she turned to the boy and began thanking him. "Thanks for the rescue." They both assumed positions back to back. "I'm real sorry about just looking on while you were fighting back there. I was real scared when those things started attacking me." He apologized.

"Oh, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Harmony." She said. "Hi, I'm Igbo. I'm only nine years old." He grinned widely.

The two monsters screeched to remind them of what was going on. "Let's finish this shall we?" she asked it. "But what do we do? We only have a couple of peach cookies and I have no more Angel trumpets. Plus your weapon is pretty useless in this fight." Igbo told her.

'He's right; I'm pretty useless in this fight. Also, he's too scared to make a move. What now?' Suddenly a strange glowing begins behind her. "Huh? Wh-what's this. Celestine?" the violin begins to glow in an unearthly manner and, suddenly, begins to change.

"What's going on?" cried the worried Igbo.

End of Act 5

Act 6: Metronome, The Town of Abundance

"Oh" she cried. The light became brighter and brighter until she was almost blinded by the white glow. As the Stradivarius emerged from the light, it had rainbow-ish plumes at its side and a crown shaped scroll. The body shined a mixture of white and a light shade of purple, giving it a look of royalty.

It had the look and the grace of a young swan in its prime, smooth and flightily. "Celestine, you've changed. You're so pretty!" she gushed all over her new Stradivarius.

The impatient coconuts couldn't wait any longer so one of them tore towards the pair. They had evaded it just in time.

"What's the point of a pretty violin if you can't defend yourself with it?" whined Igbo. He picked himself off the ground and tried to quickly brush off the dirt clinging to his tunic.

Suddenly the bow which uselessly thumped the enemies before suddenly glowed, it also suddenly transformed before her very eyes. Its form changed into a saber-like shape with a baroque-ish decal. "How about that, a two in one deal." She cried, "Alright Igbo let's show them what we can do."

With a newfound courage in him, Igbo charged forward "Alright! Here I go!" he shouted as he descended upon the opponents.

"Clockwork clash!" he cried. Several clock-like apparitions appeared around the first Great coconut. He then struck it three times with his slingshot wrench. "Now Harmony, while it's slowed down!"

"Okay, I'll show them what I can do!" she slashed the opponent's sides with the newly acquired sword. Instead of making a thumping sound it cut easily through the tough and woody hide of the beast.

After a few well placed hits, the beast disappeared in a flash of light and the release of its spirit. "That was great Harmony, now let's speed things up a bit." He ran towards the light then turned to his enemy to get a better shot.

Then, pulling back at the rubber strap on his wrench, he loaded three seeds and taunted it. "You won't be able to shield yourself from this, Armor Break!" He fired the three seeds at the opponent which buried deep into its hardy outer skin. "Now Harmony, while it's armor is sensitive!"

"Alright, here I go!" She rushed towards the enemy and struck it. Although it blocked all of her attacks, it showed signs of it receiving a considerable amount of damage.

"Harmony, use an ability on it." Suggested the excited Igbo "A what? An ability?" she was confused by what he was telling her.

"Don't you have a special talent or something?" he tried explaining. "Well, I can play a mean violin." She replied.

"Then go for it" he told her, "Since we're going to win anyway, I guess a little victory music can help. Make sure you give it some feeling."

She readied her bow, "Here I go!" she had the sudden urge to run towards her opponent and so she rushed towards the trembling shrub. "Hiyaa!" she played a continuous deep note that resounded loudly. It emerged from the Stradivarius as a dark staff of full of red tinted notes, sharp evil looking notes. It struck the opponent in flashes of red and sable which eliminated the opponent and released its spirit.

"What was that?" asked the surprised boy. He could identify it was magic; his mother used it most of the time. But this had a stronger and higher intensity than what he had seen her do.

"Phew, that should do it." She plopped to the forest floor, "Man I'm pooped." "Oh no," cried Igbo, "I'd better get back home, it's almost nightfall."

He turned to her "Harmony, come on. It's really late. You can stay at my place for the night." She sighed in relief, she was at first unsure of where to stay for the night but her answer had just come to her.

Children were still running in the square when they arrived. The sun was already starting to set. A huge clock with a weight moving back and forth, like a huge metronome, was knocking away in the middle of the square. The houses were in a little row all lined with straw and full of bright flowers in the garden boxes at the windows.

"Where are we?" she asked Igbo. "Miss Harmony, Welcome to Metronome, the town of abundance." He announced.

End of Chapter 1

Notes:

-Igbo: is the music of the Igbo people, who are indigenous to the southeastern part of Nigeria. The Igbo traditionally rely heavily on percussion instruments such as the drum and the gong, which are popular because of their innate ability to provide a diverse array of tempo, sound, and pitch. That's why he carries a wrench-sling to whack his opponent.

Weapon: A slingshot wrench Class: machinist

-Harmony: is the use of different pitches simultaneously, and chords, actual or implied, in music. I had a bad feeling about using this name because it mixes with Harmony chains, so I decided to use Melody instead. But her name still stuck on till the end. She can use most magic, like Frederic but still has a lot to learn.

Weapon: Bow saber and Celestine Class: magician

-Metronome: is any device that produces a regulated aural, visual or tactile pulse to establish a steady tempo in the performance of music. The name is in reference to the clock in the town square, keeping the tempo for people.

-Clockwork Clash: A melee move Igbo can use in the dark. It allows him to hit the enemy twice before slowing its movement and attack speed. He learned this while calibrating the Metronome clock.

- Armor break: This requires the sunlight for aiming and, after three shots are fired, can weaken an enemy's defense. He uses steel-like seeds that take daily poundings to open the shell to get the fruit inside.