Canto alla Vita: I sing to life
Chapter 1: The wicken
The festivities for the Prince's birthday commenced and all the royals and elites gathered in the throne room. "Well, Trunks, another year, another birthday, and another day of extreme boredom." "Stop talking to yourself boy!" Trunks rolled his eyes as his father stood up and asked for silence. "Now we all know why we're here so let's get this over with now shall we? Bring on the first gift." "His Royal Highness, King of planet Moraine, King Koran, and Her Highness Princess Nathalie." The two approached the thrones, Princess Nathalie holding a large gold box, and bowed to Royals. "Honorable King Vegeta, we present to your son the greatest jewel in the universe." Koran motioned for Nathalie to open the box. Trunks rolled his eyes. 'Oh great more jewelry.'
It was a ruby necklace, carved in many other precious stones and gems. "It is one of the most precious pieces of jewelry known on my planet." Trunks nodded and motioned him to put it in the pile. The princess stared at Trunks in awe the whole way over there making Trunks roll his eyes more. It was exactly as Trunks had predicted, more and more of the same stuff. When it came to near the end of the Elites the two of the wealthiest who had pleaded to go last came to the throne. "Prince Trunks we have many gifts but we humbly ask you a question first. What is it your heart desires most."
Trunks smirked. "My life has become, oh should we say boring. I need a little excitement. Something to entertain me." The two nodded and huddled whispering to each other. "How about the moonstone?" "No, no too powerful, ah I know the wicken." The two turned around and bowed. "We have a very special prize for you my Prince. As you should now, we like to travel. We have been to planets unknown and seen many creatures. What we have for you is a creature that has been near extinction for some time. They used to be all around us, plaguing our homes but now they live in very few. While on our journey through the Forest of Bulla we discovered this magnificent creature." "Get on with it, what is so special about this creature." "It is very beautiful, sings like a nightingale, dances like the wind, and has magnificent powers."
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "I have seen your magic before Elite. What kind of power does this creature have that fascinates you so much?" The Elite smirks. "Allow us to show you." He then snaps his fingers and the lights dim, a magic tune plays and the dancers began dancing. Trunks sits up in suspense on what they had planned. One of the Elites, which went by the name of Nuka, placed a gold box in the center of the stage. Near the back the other Elite, Nusa, was tightening the chains on the so-called creature. "You are going to dance and sing for the prince young one. I can't have you running off." It was placed in a giant box and brought to the center of the stage next to the gold one.
Nuka and Nusa bowed before the Prince and opened the gold box to show them nothing was in it. They tapped it three times and went to the other box. Opening it they tapped it three times. The dancers formed a circle around them and the ordinary box was disposed of making the center of everyone's attention the gold box. Nuka took one side while Nusa took the other. They placed powder onto the box and slammed their hands against it making a beam of light and sound.
Trunks looked carefully behind the dust. There was definitely a figure behind it but it looked... human. The smoke cleared to reveal a young female. She was dressed in a silk but tattered dress, her hair was let loose into locks of brown layers. Her green eyes held sadness and pain. "That is a woman! What kind of trick is this!?" "Calm down your majesty. She is not what she appears to be." "Oh really, then what is she?" Nuka smirked. "She is a wicken." The room filled with gasps and the young woman rattled with her chains. Trunks looked to his father. "How can I be sure of that? How can I be sure that that woman is a wicken?" Nuka took out a Ki gun. The device was made for Ki collars to adjust the setting on slaves.
The woman cringed and tried to escape. Nusa held tight to her chains as she rattled and struggled to get free. Nuka placed the gun under her chin. "Sing for the Prince young one." The woman glared but it turned into a sad frown and she bowed her head.
~Dedicato a chi colpevole o innocente
~perso in questo mare
~si e arreso alla corrente
~chi non e mai stato vincente?
The eyes of many widened. the words she sang were of an ancient language used by wickens.
~Dedicato a chi ha sempre una speranza
~davanti ad un dolore
~nel freddo di una stanza
~Dedicato a chi cerca la sua liberta
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. he guessed as much that the young girl was one of the few left of the wicken healers. She had the talents but many knew how to sing and dance.
~Canto alla vita
~alla sua bellezza
~ad ogni sua ferita
~ogni sua bellezza
Trunks listened to the last verse and managed to translate it.
~I sing to life: and to its tragic beauty
~to pain and to strife: and all that dances through me
~The rise and the fall; I've lived through it all
Vegeta raised his hands for silence and the woman stopped. Her eyes now threatening to shed tears. "Well she certainly has the voice, but what about magic?" Nuka looked to the wicken and she turned her head away. Nuka frowned and placed the gun at her neck. She kicked it away and went to run. She was taken down just as fast as she escaped. Nuka clicked the gun to her neck and threw her to the ground. "I will need a volunteer." One of the guards approached him. Nuka took out a switch blade and cut his arm. The guard held his arm and placed it in front of the woman. "Heal him, now!" The wicken let a tear escape her eye and she placed it over his arm. the wound healed instantly.
The crowd applauded. trunks smirked and stood up. He approached the wicken, kneeling to her level and took her chin into his hand. "Does she have a name or should I just call her wicken?" Nuka looked to her. "My name is Ryanna." Her voice was soft and meek. Trunks nodded and stood up. "Take her to my chambers, and have the slave bed made. I can't have her sleeping on the floor." Ryanna was taken by two of the guards. She looked back to the Prince and he smiled at her. "I hope you enjoy her your majesty. Wickens are very rare creatures. She will be one in a million." Trunks nodded "Yes, one in a million."
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