Forgotten Blade

Chapter 11

Sorry, it's been quite a while, I'm very busy at School. But let's continue to where we left off shall we? After all, this is the only time I'll have spare time to continue my story.

I apologize for the late update.

Anyways, here ya go~

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Victoria closed her eyes, letting her fingers lightly brush over the familiar wood of the instrument. She felt the delicate curves, the strings taut beneath her touch, as if absorbing the essence of the music she was about to unleash.

With a slow, deep breath, she began to play. The bow moved gently across the strings, coaxing out a soft, melancholic melody. Her fingers, clad in delicate lace gloves, danced over the frets with practiced ease, each note resonating with an eerie, haunting beauty. As the first few chords filled the air, her voice intertwined with the music, a delicate thread of sound that seemed to weave a spell over the hushed audience.

"Whispered Waltz of the Forgotten"

Victoria started singing , her voice soft, like a lullaby, blending seamlessly with the instrument's haunting notes....

(Verse 1)

In twilight's dance where shadows creep,
A song unheard begins to weep.
The echoes fade of love once lost,
A silent vow, no matter the cost.

Her gaze lifts slightly, as if looking into a distant memory. The crowd feels the sorrow behind her words, though they cannot grasp its full meaning.

The moon, she watches from her throne,
A witness to the seeds I've sown.
The stars align, the night is long,
They'll never see where they went wrong.

(Pre-Chorus)

Victoria's voice grows stronger, her bow moving with a deliberate grace, drawing out the instrument's rich, resonant sound.

The mask I wear, a fleeting smile,
Conceals a heart that beats with guile.
I trace the steps of fate's design,
A waltz unseen, a perfect line.

(Chorus)

Her voice softens, almost a whisper, pulling the audience deeper into the haunting melody. They feel a chill, sensing something deeper beneath her words.

Oh, listen close, the melody,
A whispered waltz of mystery.
In every note, a secret thread,
For those who've gone, for tears unshed.

Oh, see me now, a poised facade,
The dance begins, their reckoning shroud.
The strings I play weave tales unknown,
Of broken hearts, of seeds I've sown.

She closes her eyes briefly, the lyrics slipping like a veiled threat, wrapped in the beautiful melody. The crowd is entranced, unaware of the hidden intent behind her song.

(Verse 2)

Victoria's voice takes on a mournful quality, the Viola da Gamba's notes echoing her sorrow, yet with a sharp undercurrent of something darker.

A game of kings, a queen's soft touch,
They play with gold, they covet much.
But in the dark where truths entwine,
A reckoning sleeps, biding time.

Her eyes flicker briefly toward Prince Lucian, the slightest glint of cold resolve flashing in her gaze.

A rose in bloom with thorns unseen,
A careful step on paths between.
The crowd, they cheer, they see the grace,
Unknowing of the shifting face.