Hey guys! This is my first Eternal Sonata fan fiction, so please be nice =) I'm just posting this bit to just get this started for now and see how people respond to it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Eternal Sonata.
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The Final Dream
Prolouge – Death
"Father…"
He lay on the enormous bed, pale and breathing slow. Polka sat at his side. The guards had given them some time alone. Things weren't looking good. She couldn't stop the tears from coming to her eyes. "Father….you can't leave us…"
"It …I-it is—" he coughed in mid sentence. "—it is my time."
She gave a start, her big dress ruffling. "NO!" She gripped his ice cold hand. "I can't let you die like this!!"
He was fine, or he had been fine; Perfectly healthy. And now, all of a sudden, so sick….on his deathbed. Polka could not accept it. He was still young, and she herself was only 14.
"You have your brother to look after you…"
"But I need you! Father……FATHER!!"
Eyes slowly closing, his breathing slowed. Suddenly, people rushed in. "King Chopin!" Polka was shoved away despite her tight grip on her fathers cold hand, which was growing limp.
Someone had reached for her hand and was leading her to the hallway even though she was protesting. "FATHER!! FATHER!!!!" And she was out in the hall, where Crescendo was standing against the wall. He seemed to be avoiding her face, just staring at the floor. Her eyes were blurred with tears flowing down her cheeks.
It was finally when Crescendo snapped out of this state of shock and pulled her into a hug that a guard stepped out of the room, bowing respectively but dreading to tell the news.
"The King is dead."
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I hope you enjoyed and please review =) I …am sorry about the 'right off the bat' death scene of a, well let's face it, popular character. Don't get me wrong, I love Frederick :'( but it plays greatly into the story. I also could picture Polka being a sister to Crescendo, maybe it's the blonde hair. Huh. Also, I hope people don't find it too strange that I made Polka a princess.