Destiny's Song

Chapter One- Prologue

Push, hammer. Push, hammer. Push, hammer.

Soft sounds emanated in the crisp autumn air. Leaves of all different colors decorated the ground and grass, long fallen from their respective trees. Those trees grew along a road dotted with houses on both sides. In this particular community, such places and roads were common. The houses themselves varied in size and structure, yet they all held a peaceful air about them on this particular autumn night. On every lawn, green and yellow grass could be seen, dying a bit from the summer that had ended prior.

Push, hammer. Push, hammer. Push, hammer.

From an open window, a small boy could be seen sitting at a piano. The boy was small, looking to be about four, and had ruffled brown hair. Small tufts and turrets of this unusual hair could be seen poking about randomly. Also unusual, perhaps, was the color of his eyes: they were blue. However, this blue was one of the most beautiful blues one could ever hope to be born with. In shadow, they looked like the deepest pools of an ocean, in the light, like the sparkling waters on a Caribbean Sea. Right now those eyes were firmly concentrated on the piano keys in front of them. They gazed at the keys, longing, desperately; to find the note they so sought after.

Push, hammer. Push, hammer. Push, hammer.

The mechanics of the piano worked flawlessly under the small hands of the boy, and he continued to grow frustrated as he moved randomly about the keys. Then:

Push, hammer.

…

Push, hammer.

…

Push, hammer, push, hammer, pushhammer, pushhammer.

He had found the key, and he happily pressed it, again and again. What was so special, a passerby may wonder, of this particular sound?

To Sora, however, this simple tone was everything. He had no way in which to express what it meant to him. However, his little mind agreed: this note was something special.

Later on, Sora's mother would walk into the room to find the boy slumped over the piano, sleeping soundlessly, a little finger still placed on that same key.

Move Forward 13 Years Sora's Room, September 7th, 8:12 A.M.

Creak

A door opened, creaking with such an intense creak that all nearby would think it was the mother of all creaks.

Honestly.

A woman of medium stature, a pretty face, and vibrant blue eyes gave a silent glare to the traitorous door, yet her prey remained unaware. She slowly and deliberately started across the floor of the large, cluttered bedroom. On the fairly littered ground you could see various magazines and books, action figures, cards, movies, games, paper of all different sizes and colors, pencils, pens, markers, a poster with a strange blue ball and a small bust of a dead musician, scowling up to the ceiling from his little statuette back.

The woman watched where she walked and was close to a bed located against the far wall of the room. However, a pace or two away from the bed, a tanned foot met the statuette's glaring face.

"Wha-AHHHHHHHH!"

Her loud shriek echoed throughout the rest of the house, through an open window, and proceeded to set off any offended car alarms in the immediate vicinity.

Arms outstretched, she tumbled over the still form on the bed and conked her head on a bed post. Meanwhile, the marble head flew off in the opposite direction and landed in an open closet with a soft thump.

"Ugnh…marshmallow…pudding…"

Amazed, the woman raised herself off the bed, while rubbing her head, and with the other hand, reached down to the comforter. She drew back the blanket a little ways from where the pillow was only to be confronted by a pair of tan feet.

Lifting her eyebrows and going to the other side of the bed she lifted the blanket a little ways again to reveal a head of full, brown, spiky hair, and a handsome face. Drooling a little, more words, some coherent, some not, came from the mouth of the boy:

"N...no…my pizza…mrrh…"

Grinning a little, the woman put her mouth next to the boy's ear and whispered,

"But I thought it was my pizza, Sora?"

"Noooo…my pizza…" he mumbled.

"Well then I hope you won't mind if I just…take a bite!"

"NOOOOOOO!"

Sora's whole body immediately shot up from the bed, and he clutched his blankets close to himself, looking about wildly.

Satisfied, she stood back with her hands on her hips, grin evident on her face. Sora finally calmed down and focused upon the intruding figure in the dim room. He gave a little glare and said, "Mom!"

"Oh, but Sora," she emphasized the word Sora with a little pinch of his cheek and a mock-baby voice, "I do so enjoy pizza. And besides, you're missing a beautiful day!"

She raised the blinds that hung above Sora's bed and blazing sunlight came in. She proceeded to raise the rest, while Sora himself still sat reminiscing about his lost pizza.

"Now!" said Sora's mother, with a brisk clap of her hands and a bounce, "I've made you a huge breakfast… I wouldn't want you to go hungry on your big day, after all!"

Sora, slightly confused and eyes half-shut, stared at his mother blankly. Then, a slow, dawning comprehension lit up his eyes and face.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

He jumped out of bed; he snatched a piece of paper from his desk and sprinted to his bathroom.

From behind the closed door he could hear Sora's mother singing a little tune while walking around his room, probably making his bed. He gave a cry of desperation when he looked at the bathroom clock, 8:22, and yelled to his mother, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier!"

"I did, honey! You shouted back to me that you were getting up and everything."

Groaning, Sora jumped into the shower, accidentally scalding himself. After jumping back out of the shower with a yelp, he retorted before climbing back in,

"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you: whatever I say in the morning is almost always a lie to make you go away!"

"Aw, Sora dear, you're almost making me feel bad," she said with a tone of mock-sadness/sympathy, "oh, by the way, 8:23!"

Sora yelped and jumped out of the shower, grabbing a nearby towel and quickly drying himself off. He sped back into his room and ran to his dresser. His mother, meanwhile, had magically started a telephone conversation and was chatting away animatedly to a friend of hers. Sora heard,

"…yes, he's going to be so late! Honestly, you'd think he'd have more responsibil-."

"MOM!"

She merely beamed and continued talking.

Emitting a small sigh, Sora, quickly filed through his dresser, throwing clothes around haphazardly. He found something reasonable and chucked it on. Sprinting, he made his way back to the bathroom, to brush his teeth.

From that room, he could hear phrases such as:

"…yes, only day…"

"…never occurs to him…"

"…thought he was eating a pizza! (giggle)"

Growling, Sora stormed out of the bathroom and his room, slid down the railing of the staircase and walked into the kitchen.

True to her word, Sora's mother had put out what looked more like a feast then a breakfast. Sora, however, wasn't feeling so hungry. He grabbed a piece of toast and glass of juice, and proceeded, with a slower walk, into the next room. Sora's favorite room, to be realistic.

Along the left wall was a large window, which almost took up the wall and its entirety. It was the month of autumn, and the trees had just started to lose their leaves.

Directly across from the entrance were two bookcases, filled up with various books. One of the best things about this room was that it always let light in, from the window facing the street, and the window in the ceiling. Somehow, the room never seemed to change temperature and kept a constant comfortable level. Neither Sora nor his mother could explain it, but there was something special about this room. And perhaps the most special thing resided in the middle.

A beautiful grand piano was in the middle of the room. Its color, almost a hazel, though not quite, was beaming in the early morning light. Sora looked at it with a fond smile and ran his hand along the perfect finish, around the piano, and finally, to the keys. He whispered, with a pluck of a certain key, and a smile,

"Today's the day."

End Prologue! I hope I can get this story off the ground…I have a feeling I can. I have a good feeling about it, that is. Please leave any reviews…I know this chapter was pretty sucky but I do have plans for it in the immediate future.

Things to look for next chapter: THE BIG DAY, and all that it holds. :D