A Fight for Hope || colourful stage fan story

Chapter One: The Girl and The Songstress

 the cranking of a music box can be heard as a figure with purple hair and jagged horns with a soft feminine voice gently sings.

Porcelain skin, a mask too fine,
Fragile as glass in a world unkind.
A voice that hums like the softest breeze,
Yet hides a storm no one sees.

Bright blue eyes that yearn for peace, 
A ribbon burning, yet does not cease. 
Her melody carries the weight of pain, 
A canvas torn by her own refrain. 

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The moon gently shone through the window into a large empty workshop. Softly illuminating a figure sleeping on the workshops table. The moonlight glistening off their pail skin, smooth horns and long silken blue hair, their arms huddled around a small wooden music box.

A small yawn could be heard as the girls shifted in her sleep. Revealing a small golden plate on the box with a name inscribed upon it "Yoisaki Kanade" The girl's blue eyes fluttered open softly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She slowly sat up, her fingers brushing away the warm streaks of tears trailing down her face. Her chest felt heavy, as though the remnants of her dream had wrapped around her heart and refused to let go. But the images— whatever had caused her to cry so deeply— was slipping away, leaving only the faintest echo of a melody.

Her gaze dropped to the music box cradled in her lap, its wooden surface smooth and familiar beneath her fingertips. She traced the golden plate with her name inscribed on it. Why... why am I crying again? The thought whispered in her mind like a secret she was too afraid to uncover.

Kanade hugged the box closer, her long hair flowing like a curtain over her face. The dream was already fading, yet the emotions lingered, raw and unrelenting. "What was it?" she murmured to the silence, her voice trembling. "What did I see?"

She turned to the workbench in front of her. Her eyes fluttering to focus on a crumpled sheet of paper covered in scribbles and scattered notes. The soft glow of the moonlight spilled across the paper casting the ink in a shimmering glow.

"Oh, yeah... I was in the middle of composing." She murmured, her voice barely audible.

The melody in her dream was already slipping away, but fragments lingered, more like an aching pull in her chest, a sequence of notes that felt like they belonged to someone else yet resonated so deeply with her. Kanade picked up the pencil lying nearby, her fingers trembling as she touched it to the paper.

Was it a music box? She wondered, her thought drifting back to the faint echo's she could still remember in the recesses of her mind. She softly hummed the faint Delicate notes as she slowly started moving the pencil.

The moonlight shifted ever so slightly, falling in directly onto the page as if urging her to follow it. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the faint fragments of the dream guide her hand. Each note she wrote felt uncertain, yet the melody slowly began to take form— a delicate echo of what she thought she had heard.

For Kanade creating music was more than just an escape, she saw it as a way to help people. People who had once just like her lost hope in this world. Who feared that there was nothing but suffering and pain and fear and... Her thoughts were racing as the pencil was racing across the paper.

Until a voice slowly crept in to her head, her father's voice, warm and gentle, "Listen carefully, Kanade. Music always finds its way to where it's needed most." His words slowly echoed in her head as the pencil slowed down.

As she looked down at the crumpled sheet covered in scribbles. She saw a gentle emotional melody, Filled with sadness, fear, anger, pain... but also acceptance and hope...

Kanade sighed softly whipping a tear from her eye. She hadn't realized how worked up she had got while composing. "Now one more part... The lyrics.." Murmured to herself, her voice barely audible as she leaned back in her chair.

Her long blue silken hair falling off her shoulders as she gently cocked her head up towards the window. The moon is nice She thought to herself as she slowly let her mind drift.

Her thoughts got cut short though. As suddenly a distant melody could be heard from outside the window. Kanade moved herself back upright and moved to the window. Listening to the gentle melody. She couldn't make out what it was singing, but that didn't matter it was beautiful non the less.

As Kanade listened her face turned to a slight frown, pressing her hands against the windowsill as she strained to catch the melody. It was beautiful— haunting even... the sounds seeming to vibrate with emotions. Sadness and longing aching in her heart with every verse.

Her horns tingled, a faint yet weirdly familiar sensation... Magic? She realized. This wasn't just a song; it was something more.

The pencil in her hand trembled, her earlier melody softly playing in her head. Incomplete, like a puzzle missing its final piece. The lyrics she'd been missing could this voice? Could it help her figure out the lyrics? Could they be out there, waiting to be found?

Kanade shoots a hesitant glance on the moonlit forest beyond her window. Her gaze lingering, she wasn't sure why, but something about that melody pulled at her heart, as if it was whispering for her to follow.

She gently put her hand on her chest, feeling the rhythm of her heart. It slowly syncs up with the melody, every peak every skip, feeling it grow stronger with every beat.

"I can't just ignore it," she whispered, the words carrying a weight she didn't fully understand. Tightening her grip on her shawl, Kanade turned from the window. Her movements were uncertain but deliberate as she made her way to the door, the melody guiding her steps like a thread through the dark.

As she walked down the stairs, she could feel the arrangement come to life in her mind. The soft clinks of a music box echoed in her thoughts, followed by the gentle rise of a piano's melody as if guiding her steps down the stairs, she grabbed a cloak and fastened it around her shoulders, pulling her shawl over her horns.

She pulled the cloak tighter, her thoughts drifting to her father. He'd always shielded her from the stares, the whispers, the world's cruelty... until he could no more. A sickness born of stress took his life. Ever since his passing, she has been living alone in their grand workshop. Barely going out at all.

The snow crunched softly under her boots as she walked towards the forest. The tingling in her horns grew stronger, the melody getting louder in tandem.
Kanade finally reached a point where she could start making out fragments of the melody being sung

"Porcelain skin, a mask too fine, ~"

A soft female voice rang out, delicate and haunting.

The melody tugging at her heart. The song both beautiful and familiar to her ears.

The moonlight cast silvery light across the snow-covered trees, painting the world in a ghostly glow. Kanade's breath came in ragged puffs, the chill biting at her skin as she pressed onward

She didn't know why, but this voice, this melody— it was so beautiful that even the moonlit snow-covered fields paled in comparison.

At last, she reached a clearing, A figure sitting on a log in the center, papers strewn about the ground, casting off a faint purple glow.. Their horns and flowing purple hair glistened in the moonlight, their eyes an eerie deep blend of cloudy blue and deep purple. 

The singing stopped. the instant Kanade and the girl locked eyes.

—Authors note—

Hiiiii, this way to many words xD thank you so much for reading chapter 1: The girl and the songstress! so incredibly grateful for anyone reading this. i hope you enjoyed reading!!! <3