World of Rogues: Locked Memories

Prologue

"Father?" a tiny voice echoed inside the room. Along with the piano being softly played by another silhouette.

They were seated behind the mahogany colored grand piano.

The smaller figure was watching his father's hand dance their way to touch each appropriate keys.

Beside the two was a large pane of clear glass, framed with fuchsia colored curtains where the light illuminated the dimly lit room.

"Yes?" answered his father, not taking his eyes away from the keys.

The young child stared at his father with adoring eyes before bringing it back in front of him.

"I wanted to be the best pianist, someday!" he chirped excitedly, swinging his short legs back and forth. His eyes trying to memorize each movement his father made.

Now, it's his father's turn to fix his gaze at the bright eyed, five year old boy. He let out a light hearted laugh but still continuing to play the song.

"I'm afraid you simply cannot be the 'best'." his father stated pasting on a sad smile.

The boy's face fell as he faced his father, giving him a confused look. What did he mean? I can't be the best pianist?

"Father? What do you mean? Do you have no faith in me?" he questioned, feeling slightly hurt.

His father sought out his right hand to pat his son's head while the other continued to play.

He gave him a reassuring smile.

"Of course I have faith in you."

"Then why did you say I cannot be the best?" he pouted, eager to know his father's response.

With a chuckle he said "But it's true no one can be the best!" he paused for a second before continuing. "Being the best means you outrank everyone. And outranking everyone is bad."

"How is it wrong, father?" he asked with pure curiosity in his eyes.

"I did not say it was wrong, son. I said it was bad." he clarifies which earned him a more confused look from the young lad.

His father sighed, giving him a wry smile. "You'll learn it yourself in time, when you are old enough." he stated retracting his hand from his head back to the keys.

"But I AM old enough." he jutted out his lower lip. Earning a chuckle from his father.

"No, you're not." he replied, amusement vivid in his voice.

The boy made a sound at the back of his throat, still pouting at his father.

"But you know what you can do?" he asked, sparking interest from his son.

"Yes? Yes?" he chirped excitedly again.

He looked lovingly at his son for a moment, the song coming to an end.

"You can do your best and train with your teacher so you can be an excellent pianist!" he announced cheerfully.

"No, I don't want that." he replied, no hesitation trailing his voice.

His father looked taken aback for a moment before asking. "Why not?" frowning, wondering what was his son thinking.

"I don't want to be an excellent pianist if not trained by you, father." the lad said stubbornly which yet again earned him a chuckle from his father.

"Why is that?"

"How could I be a great pianist if not trained by the great pianist himself? You would practice with me, right? Right?" he asks excitedly, eyes glistening.

He stared at his son for a minute, his eyes softening."Of course son, of course." he stated as he hit the last and final note, the music slowly fading in the back ground. As well as the last fragments of the memory...

*Flash*

"U-Ugh." I managed to stutter as my voice came out raspy. So rough, I hardly recognize it as mine.

I opened my eyes to no avail. They were too heavy...

I wait a few more minutes before trying again. This time successfully.

"-ey." a panicked voice called out.

"-at is it?" another voice answered.

They were talking a bit more as I tried to strain my ears to hear. But their voices came out muffled.

A gasp was heard as a figure hovered over mine.

I couldn't quite make out the person's face but I'm sure it was a girl.

She was saying something but even though she's right in front of me, her voice sounded distant. Like she was speaking under water.

I continued looking at her lips as it moved quite slowly...

My eyelids were getting heavier by the time and I feel shaking.

Consciousness was slowly slipping away but not before I heard the last words.

"Hang in there."

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AN:

Hey guys! I really don't know what to say. This is my first story so... Dream On! (If you see any grammatical error or something, feel free to correct me. I'll greatly appreciate it. I'm new at this thing so feel free to give me advice. Thanks.)