The Adventures of Queen Draqueesha and the Undead Composer Mozart

Chapter 7 - Everything Changes

Mozart sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and flipping through a book absentmindedly. He looked around, bored while he waited for Draqueesha to wake up. He wasn't sure how much she really knew, whether she knew his plans. He hoped she didn't, making new friends was a tedious task. Deciding to rip off the band-aid, he prodded her side. Hard.

"Ow!" she whined and batted his hand away. She tried to flip over onto her stomach but the pain jolted through her and she sat up straight, hands clutching her head.

"How much do you remember?" he asked.

Draqueesha furrowed her brow and looked at him. It wasn't an expression of fury, or disgust, so he exhaled a little, wondering if he was safe. But then again her amnesia could only be temporary. "I remember... well, you showed me the rainbow sword, and then I walked to the bathroom, kinda disoriented, did I pass out then?"

"Erm... yes of course. You fell down, and hit your head on the commode. That's why it hurts,"

"How did you know it hurts?" she asked suspiciously, and narrowed her eyes.

"You're clutching it"

"Right, right of course."

They sat there for a few seconds, Draqueesha sat up slowly and rubbed her temples gently, trying to rid herself of the horrendous throbbing. Mozart sat cross legged and slumped, chin in his hands and staring at her.

"What does it do?" Draqueesha asked.

"Well you can cut with it."

"Mmhmm. What else? When I looked at it, it just somehow seemed like something... more. It was so wise and strong. How come?"

"Okay, this is confusing"

"I can understand." She crossed her arms.

"Think about it, like a gigantic intergalactic vacuum."

"Like a space vacuum, like a black hole?" her eyes widened.

"More like a house cleaning vacuum. Anyway, basically what it does is suck up things that aren't supposed to be there. Something from an alternate universe or dimension"

"Why hasn't it sucked you up yet, and what do you mean by 'suck up'"

"It consumes it essence, and the knowledge it carries with it. Which means a lot of knowledge, considering how long it's been around. And I think it knows I'm trying to protect it. Or it feels like it owes me, a glass case could hardly be fascinating.

"You mean", she gasped "It's got a conscience? It's alive?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. It chooses its own master and everything."

"How come nobody's mentioned it in our history before, and how does it choose its master?"

"Firstly, it's never been to your universe, nothing of interest has ever happened. And it chooses its master when the candidate plays it something that it's never heard before. Like when you did when you played it the music of the old. You wield it, Draqueesha, you're its master" he wondered why he was playing with fire, like he was deliberately trying to recover the memories she had gained. Somehow, Mozart just felt like he couldn't lie to her, or at least he shouldn't.

"I'm its master? And what do you mean by 'music of the old'"

"Well... our dimensions seem to be fairly similar, except switched somehow. Tell me, what kind of government do you currently have?"

"Well most countries follow the democratic system, why?"

"We switched from that a long time ago, that's what we started from, now we're a monarchy. And the music you showed me... it is the kind our people listened to centuries ago. It evolved into 'classical' music. Well, actually, for us, classical is New Age music."