Chapter 1

2 years later

A small village, Okinawa, was just starting to awake with the beautiful melody of music of the performing kind. A small cot on the outskirts of the town was wear a young girl, Saya, lived with her step-brother, Kai. Every morning Saya would get up, do her chores and play her cello for the town to hear. Nobody complained, if it were anyone else they would, but everyone loved waking to her cello playing. It was magic.

It was no surprise that the girl was beautiful with ebony hair like a ravens, cut to that of a boys. Eyes a rusted brown that were softer them feathers, and skin like creamy porcelain glass. Yet everyone know she was different, her two favorite hobbies were, yes, playing her cell, but what set her apart was that she also loved to read. Almost everyday she would have a different book with a different adventure. The people of Okinawa judged her for it.

As Saya set off to the markets for that day's groceries people stopped and stared at the beautiful but odd girl.

"I hear her brother's crazy which is why she's so odd." One man whispered to his friend who retorted with,

"I heard she was from across the land which is why she's so odd." They stopped when the baker shushed them with his glare.

Saya approached them with her gorgeous smile and greeted the men, "Good morning kind Sir's, how are you today?" She asked the three men. They returned her smile and bent their hats to her.

"Very good Miss. Saya, your music was as lovely as ever this morning." The baker, James, said. "Will it be the usual?"

"Oh yes, thank you, and you gentlemen seem very good this morning." Again the men tipped their hats to her and left without a word. Saya didn't mind this treatment for she was used to it by almost everyone in the village. Except for James and the bookkeeper, Lewis. Both had befriended her and Kai when they had moved here.

"Here you are Saya." He handed her the bag and she put the money on the counter but like always James refused. "Nope, you know you pay me by playing your cello so don't even try." Every time she would try to pay him that was always his response, and it always frustrated her.

"James, you need the money. Your wife is what now? Six months along?" This didn't faze him, none of her retorts did. He just shook his head.

"I have money saved up for both of them so they're fine. You're the one who needs the money. A girl like you with your gifts going places, and fast." James was the most supportive in the town about her playing, always saying things like she'll be the next big thing in music.

"Very well but one of these days I will pay for these." She said to him as she headed for the bookstore.

"I'm sure you will." She heard him say from behind in his joking way. Saya just shook her head.

As she walked towards the bookstore she could feel eyes staring at her from all different sides but again this was normal to her. Opening the door the small brass bell rang signaling that someone was there. As if on cue Lewis poked his head out of his office and smiled at her.

"Back already I see Saya. That must of been a really good book you got." She couldn't see his eyes from behind his glasses but she could tell that he winked and she blushed.

"I couldn't put it down!" She exclaimed with excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she searched the shelves for another book. "Got anything new for me yet?" She asked.

"Not since yesterday." He said looking at the shelves.

"That's ok, I think I'll read... This one!" She grabbed a small one with velvet binding.

"That one! But you've already read it three times!" He exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes but it's my favorite." Saya explained.

"Well if you love it that much then it's all yours." He said. She looked up at him in shock.

"But.."

"No buts! It's yours, free of charge." He held his hand out for the book.

"Are you sure?" she asked still not fully understanding what had just happened. Lewis shook his head and handed her, her book.

"Now off you go before your brother starts to worry." They waved their good-byes and instantly Saya started reading. Little did she know that she was being watched.

"Solomon, what do you think of that girl over there?" Amshel, one of the richest paitrens in Okinawa, asked his nephew. Solomon simply shrugged and replied with,

"I personally think that she's beautiful and that her music is enchanting. Why?" He asked his uncle in a calm voice.

"Because, I think she'd be perfect for my brothers wife." Amshel answered smugly.

Solomon's eyes widened a fraction.

"Karl? But he's..."

"I know what he is but he's had his eye's on her ever since her and her brother moved here." He straightened his jacket and made his way towards the young woman, who had stopped to read by the village fountain.

"Good morning Miss. Saya." He greeted her. Tipping his head to her she looked up to him and her smile faltered a bit at the sight of him.

"Oh, hello Amshel. Solomon. How are you?" Saya asked them politely. Closing her book she stood and wiped the dust from her pink dress.

"Very well my dear. Your cello playing was as marvelous as ever. Reminded me of your sister when she was here." As he spoke of her sister tears began to form at the edge of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away but more took their place. Amshel saw this and quickly straightened and said, "I'm so sorry my dear. My intention was not to upset you, but I should have known that it would be painful to remember her."

"No it's alright. Thank you for the compliment, it's just..." She paused to wipe her eyes again. "I haven't seen her since she left and them to hear that she had disappeared. I just couldn't believe it. She was my little sister and she always looked up to me."

"Yes she always spoke, and sang, proudly of you." He handed her a tissue from his pocket and watched as she straightened herself. "You were alway the inspiration for her songs. Her favorite was 'Enchanted Blue Rose'. She even created a part in it for you to play your cello." He bragged. Saya looked up in shock.

"She did?" Amshel nodded.

"If you want I can have my brother come by and give you the piece sometime today." He offered. Smirking as he saw her eyes light up with wonder.

"That would be wonderful, thank you Amshel!"She quickly bowed and ran off. Leaving the man to his thoughts.

"If I may so ask Uncle but , who was her sister?" Solomon broke the silence with his question but Amshel didn't mind.

"She was one of the most gifted singers that I had ever met. Tragically she disappeared two years ago, and was never seen again." Amshel remembered her well.

"Did she look like Saya?" His nephew wondered, imagining another Saya roaming the streets.

"Actually they were twins. The only differences that I can find between them is that her sister's hair was longer with her eyes being a beautiful blue insteed of rusted brown and that Saya has fairer skin. And of course their talents are far from being the same." He smirked comparing them.

"What was her name?" Soloman wondered out loud.

"Her name my boy, was Diva."

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