Little Blue Nightingale
Prolog
My name is Aurora and have you heard? There is a rumor running around the kingdom that there is a boy locked in the emperor's highest tower. A boy, so beautiful and pure that the even a simple melody from his lips can leave any man that hears it intoxicated. It is because of this that he only sings one day a month. And only for the emperor. It is said that at night, he sings a song that the only the purest heart can hear. The boy's name is Touma, but most people refer to him as the Blue Nightingale.
Touma sat at his window, looking up mournfully. He longed for his home, high on the mist cliffs. There the moon and stars were at their brightest, and if you looked hard enough you could see galaxies spinning off into space. But that was in the past. His place was here with the emperor, but that didn't mean he had to like it. His only hope was that his true love heard his song and came to his rescue, but the chance of that was slim. His song could only go so far, and no but the children heard it. Still he continues to sing, waiting patiently for the reply that only his love knows.
Leaning against the window, Touma closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he exhales, sweet notes float down from his lips. It's a soft wordless melody. The sound of his voice carries though out the castle and the surrounding city. As it does, children all over sit by their windows and listen to the beautiful, but sad song. He continues to sing though out the night, even though his only audience is asleep. He doesn't stop until just before dawn, when the adults and the emperor would awake. He opens the window and leans out as far as he could and listened. Complete silence. He knows his love was near, but how near he cannot tell. With a heavy sigh he pulls himself in and shuts one of the windowpanes. Settling himself in his bed, he closes he eyes and dreams of his love.
In a small village, far from the palace, a little before dawn, a young blonde steps into the warm light. His hair was a brilliant gold and his eyes were a soft violet. He stretches his long arms, strong arms out and welcomes the incoming warmth. But something catches his attention. A song. A very sad, but beautiful, song. He looks around to see if anyone was around. No a soul. Stepping back into his temporary home, he looks to his companion. The young man before him is his age with soft auburn hair, and swirling aqua marine eyes. The look on his tells him that he is just as confused. Then suddenly, without warning, it stops. The two look at each other, at a total loss of what to say or think. They had heard the rumors about the Blue Nightingale, but they never believed them. That is, until now.
Fin...
Prolog
My name is Aurora and have you heard? There is a rumor running around the kingdom that there is a boy locked in the emperor's highest tower. A boy, so beautiful and pure that the even a simple melody from his lips can leave any man that hears it intoxicated. It is because of this that he only sings one day a month. And only for the emperor. It is said that at night, he sings a song that the only the purest heart can hear. The boy's name is Touma, but most people refer to him as the Blue Nightingale.
Touma sat at his window, looking up mournfully. He longed for his home, high on the mist cliffs. There the moon and stars were at their brightest, and if you looked hard enough you could see galaxies spinning off into space. But that was in the past. His place was here with the emperor, but that didn't mean he had to like it. His only hope was that his true love heard his song and came to his rescue, but the chance of that was slim. His song could only go so far, and no but the children heard it. Still he continues to sing, waiting patiently for the reply that only his love knows.
Leaning against the window, Touma closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he exhales, sweet notes float down from his lips. It's a soft wordless melody. The sound of his voice carries though out the castle and the surrounding city. As it does, children all over sit by their windows and listen to the beautiful, but sad song. He continues to sing though out the night, even though his only audience is asleep. He doesn't stop until just before dawn, when the adults and the emperor would awake. He opens the window and leans out as far as he could and listened. Complete silence. He knows his love was near, but how near he cannot tell. With a heavy sigh he pulls himself in and shuts one of the windowpanes. Settling himself in his bed, he closes he eyes and dreams of his love.
In a small village, far from the palace, a little before dawn, a young blonde steps into the warm light. His hair was a brilliant gold and his eyes were a soft violet. He stretches his long arms, strong arms out and welcomes the incoming warmth. But something catches his attention. A song. A very sad, but beautiful, song. He looks around to see if anyone was around. No a soul. Stepping back into his temporary home, he looks to his companion. The young man before him is his age with soft auburn hair, and swirling aqua marine eyes. The look on his tells him that he is just as confused. Then suddenly, without warning, it stops. The two look at each other, at a total loss of what to say or think. They had heard the rumors about the Blue Nightingale, but they never believed them. That is, until now.
Fin...