HEY GUYS. I'M NEW TO THIS SO SOME GOOD FEEDBACK WOULD BE NICE. THE IS MY FANFICTION FROM THE GAME IVE PLAYED CALLED DEEMO. I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY FIRST CHAPTER :D
The sound of beautiful flowing music filled my ears as I sat on the white, glossy piano, watching the tall figure play passionately. His long like fingers tapped against the keys smoothly like a river. My hands pressed against the piano behind my back. I smiled. Every time he'd play his incredible music, it'd feel as if my soul is even relaxed and rested. He'd glance at me from time to time. All I could see was a gentle, kind soul. Looking at those pure white eyes would always comfort me.
As I looked around my self, I would inspect everything very closely. Thin light blue water surrounded us, with pleasant plants growing beside it. It was like a cave full of art. Looking above me was no sky, it was like a long closed off cave. I don't remember how I got here nor my past. But ever since I have awaken here, this kind figure would take care of me. Though he'd never spoken to me, I would already know his name.
"Deemo, you're amazing at this, you know that?" I said after he finished his song. He gave me a small, faint nod. Afterwords, he would get up and would read a book. If you take a right from the piano, you'd find this small room packed with books. I'd read with him, it gives me something to do.
Deemo is a god when it comes to piano. I've never heard someone play such amazing music. Or at least I think I haven't. His skills are like no other. He is quite strange though. He isn't human. He is a very tall dark figure with a round head and pure white eyes. He might sound scary, but I've never been afraid of him. But falling in a wonderland like place, I could imagine you'd find something like that.
But you wouldn't care about that right? I'm here to tell you about myself, and how I had fallin in love with the most amazing pianist I've ever seen.
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Soul Water
FanfictionMy faint memories disappear slowly as my mind creates new ones. His face says so much. He doesn't speak. He's never spoken to me directly. But he has by just looking at me with his pure white eyes. His soul creates so much power and love. His kindne...