Okay, Violinist of Hameln and all of the characters that appear in this
whole fanfic, including all its chapters, belong to Machiaki Watanabe. The
story belongs to me. If there is something out there that sounds like it,
it is just a coincidence.
The following story is rated R for some violence.
Forgotten Smiles
This is an AU Violinist of Hameln fanfic. After reaching the castle of Sforzendo, Flute never left to continue her journey with Hamel, in manga vol. 8. Three years later, Flute has become the Queen of Sforzendo and Hamel the dark lord of Hameln. What will happen to stop the ongoing fight between the two countries?
Rain poured down harshly onto the wasted battlefield as the soldiers of Sforzendo searched around for any surviors of the enemy. A four day battle between Sforzendo and the mazoku had just occured here. This battlefield was really a neighboring town of the country of Sforzendo. Mazoku troops led by hell king Bass attacked and Sforzendo troops led by high priest Clary came to defend it. Now all the fighting has stopped. If Queen Flute hadn't give the order to use the new magical cannon, the battle would not have ended.
It was risky to use the cannon since it was still experimental. After the scientists of Sforzendo made the cannon, they were only able to test it once. But now it doesn't matter because it worked.
The magical explosion left the town that was their battlefield in pieces. All the mazoku troops in it were completely destroyed. Just to make sure that all the members of the enemy were dead, Queen Flute gave order for the Sforzendo troops to survey the area before returning.
The troops obediently carried out their duty--searching around the pieces of debris for any remaining members of the mazoku. They had to be careful not to let any of their enemies survive because a war is going on between Sforzendo and Hameln right now. If a mazoku escapes, it will have a chance to fight them again in the next battle.
The soldiers were worn out from fighting. They silently examined the place. Even though they had won this battle, they were still unhappy. When the explosion killed all the mazoku, it took away half of their soldiers and the townspeople too. Because Queen Flute ordered to use the cannon in such a hurry, high priest Clari was only able to warn half of the soldiers to leave the area before the explosion took place.
A soldier by the fallen clock tower proceeded to lift a piece of its wall to look for more bodies. When he succeeded in lifting it, his eyes widened at what he saw beneath it. He quickly threw the piece of rubbish to the side and ran towards his leader.
"High priest Clari!" Clari looked up from his search when he heard his name called.
"I think you should come see this, sir." At that, the high priest began to follow in the direction that his subordinate was leading him.
Clari's eyes widened too when he began to see what was under the broken tower. He ran to the pile of debris despite the few injuries on his legs and stared at what he saw.
Under the stone pieces of the clock tower was the body of a young boy. Two big pieces of stone had fallen to the sides of his body protecting him from anything that might have fallen above him. There were cuts and bruises all over his body and face and dust covered his dark blue hair. Other than that he looked like he had no major wounds.
"Prince Lute!" Clari was surprised at what he saw. He bent down to lift the unconscious figure out of the pile. He was so concentrated on fighting the mazoku that he forgot that hell king Bass was prince Lute.
Clari frowned when he touched the body. It was cold and lifeless.
"Is he dead?" asked the soldier that led him there.
"Yes... but Queen Horn told me before that prince Lute's soul got removed. Maybe that is why his body is lifeless."
"But then where is his soul?" The soldier looked at his leader waiting for an answer.
Clari thought for awhile then responded. "If I remembered correctly, Queen Horn said it was inside the left eye-patch of Bass' head."
After carefully placing down Lute's body, Clari started to look around the broken clock tower for Bass' head. Soon, after, removing a few pieces of stone, a faint glow surfaced from underneath. The glowing came from a small pretty orb which was in the left eye socket of a badly crushed head. A sharp piece of stone went through from the right eye and came out from the back of the head. Blood was gushing out in many places. Despite Bass' mangled state, Lute's soul was amazingly undamaged.
Clari grabbed the soul and kneeled by Lute's side. He proceeded to return Lute's soul to his body.
"Is it alright, sir?" The soldier began to worry. "What if he's still under Bass' control?"
The high priest stopped what he was doing. "He won't be able to control prince Lute if he's dead." Then the high priest cast a spell which engulfed Bass' head in magical flames.
Without further intervention, Clari placed the glowing soul into Lute's heart causing a bright light which blinded everyone.
Hey, that was chapter 1. This fic was half-written from 2 years ago. It almost got deleted but I suddenly gained interest in it again. See if you can tell between which chapters is the 2-year gap in. ^_^
The following story is rated R for some violence.
Forgotten Smiles
This is an AU Violinist of Hameln fanfic. After reaching the castle of Sforzendo, Flute never left to continue her journey with Hamel, in manga vol. 8. Three years later, Flute has become the Queen of Sforzendo and Hamel the dark lord of Hameln. What will happen to stop the ongoing fight between the two countries?
Rain poured down harshly onto the wasted battlefield as the soldiers of Sforzendo searched around for any surviors of the enemy. A four day battle between Sforzendo and the mazoku had just occured here. This battlefield was really a neighboring town of the country of Sforzendo. Mazoku troops led by hell king Bass attacked and Sforzendo troops led by high priest Clary came to defend it. Now all the fighting has stopped. If Queen Flute hadn't give the order to use the new magical cannon, the battle would not have ended.
It was risky to use the cannon since it was still experimental. After the scientists of Sforzendo made the cannon, they were only able to test it once. But now it doesn't matter because it worked.
The magical explosion left the town that was their battlefield in pieces. All the mazoku troops in it were completely destroyed. Just to make sure that all the members of the enemy were dead, Queen Flute gave order for the Sforzendo troops to survey the area before returning.
The troops obediently carried out their duty--searching around the pieces of debris for any remaining members of the mazoku. They had to be careful not to let any of their enemies survive because a war is going on between Sforzendo and Hameln right now. If a mazoku escapes, it will have a chance to fight them again in the next battle.
The soldiers were worn out from fighting. They silently examined the place. Even though they had won this battle, they were still unhappy. When the explosion killed all the mazoku, it took away half of their soldiers and the townspeople too. Because Queen Flute ordered to use the cannon in such a hurry, high priest Clari was only able to warn half of the soldiers to leave the area before the explosion took place.
A soldier by the fallen clock tower proceeded to lift a piece of its wall to look for more bodies. When he succeeded in lifting it, his eyes widened at what he saw beneath it. He quickly threw the piece of rubbish to the side and ran towards his leader.
"High priest Clari!" Clari looked up from his search when he heard his name called.
"I think you should come see this, sir." At that, the high priest began to follow in the direction that his subordinate was leading him.
Clari's eyes widened too when he began to see what was under the broken tower. He ran to the pile of debris despite the few injuries on his legs and stared at what he saw.
Under the stone pieces of the clock tower was the body of a young boy. Two big pieces of stone had fallen to the sides of his body protecting him from anything that might have fallen above him. There were cuts and bruises all over his body and face and dust covered his dark blue hair. Other than that he looked like he had no major wounds.
"Prince Lute!" Clari was surprised at what he saw. He bent down to lift the unconscious figure out of the pile. He was so concentrated on fighting the mazoku that he forgot that hell king Bass was prince Lute.
Clari frowned when he touched the body. It was cold and lifeless.
"Is he dead?" asked the soldier that led him there.
"Yes... but Queen Horn told me before that prince Lute's soul got removed. Maybe that is why his body is lifeless."
"But then where is his soul?" The soldier looked at his leader waiting for an answer.
Clari thought for awhile then responded. "If I remembered correctly, Queen Horn said it was inside the left eye-patch of Bass' head."
After carefully placing down Lute's body, Clari started to look around the broken clock tower for Bass' head. Soon, after, removing a few pieces of stone, a faint glow surfaced from underneath. The glowing came from a small pretty orb which was in the left eye socket of a badly crushed head. A sharp piece of stone went through from the right eye and came out from the back of the head. Blood was gushing out in many places. Despite Bass' mangled state, Lute's soul was amazingly undamaged.
Clari grabbed the soul and kneeled by Lute's side. He proceeded to return Lute's soul to his body.
"Is it alright, sir?" The soldier began to worry. "What if he's still under Bass' control?"
The high priest stopped what he was doing. "He won't be able to control prince Lute if he's dead." Then the high priest cast a spell which engulfed Bass' head in magical flames.
Without further intervention, Clari placed the glowing soul into Lute's heart causing a bright light which blinded everyone.
Hey, that was chapter 1. This fic was half-written from 2 years ago. It almost got deleted but I suddenly gained interest in it again. See if you can tell between which chapters is the 2-year gap in. ^_^