With every gift, comes a curse. The rarer the gift is, the stronger the curse. Such is the case with Luna Linvio, a girl whose one talent was to play the violin. What many would consider a great skill has become her biggest burden. While she can pla...
Luna steps into her house, and thankfully, no one was fighting. The atmosphere was calm though musty. Feels like it's been quite a long time since she's done any real cleaning.
That's when she hears music. Beautiful, but powerful and surging with anger. Played almost as if it were a typhoon, with the uncontrollable wind flying threw her snowy hair.
She stops, lured in by this spell cast by a sorrowful hate. How could it even be this beautiful? And where is it coming from? It was so enchanting, but she could see that within the siren's song lurked a cursed darkness.
When she could think once more, she hesitantly steps into the living room, to see that-out of all people-it was her mother's thin fingers flying across the piano keys. It was no grand piano that occupied their already small house, just a small one that usually crowded the darkest corner collecting dust. But not today. For once, after years of laying dormant, it's playing again, awakened from it's slumber.
Her mother hadn't yet realized that she had an audience, not that it would've mattered to her. Her hands mercilessly slaughter the keys like a hurricane upon an unsuspecting island. Tears of hate were unable to fall in a straight path due to the violent way she tossed her dark eyes in a vain effort to keep up with her hands. She knew that she was tired, and that her makeshift piece was to end soon. But even though she wanted it to end, even though this curse of anger and sorrow drained her life to the bone, she kept fighting. Even though she can end her suffering now, for some reason, she just doesn't.
Then, played along with the soul of the piano, joined the high melody of the violin. It was like the eye of the storm came to calm the hurricane. Luna became so enchanted by the spell that she became apart of it. The solo of sorrow became a symphony of hope, and together they played their duet, as mother and daughter.
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After several minutes of flying through the notes, the song came to a slow ending. Luna's mother played the last few keys that gave the song a soft stop. As she finished, she turned to look at her daughter.
"Luna! Wow... you... you seem to have gotten much better at playing, huh?" She says, for once acknowledging the fact that her daughter was at home.
Luna removed the dove white violin from her shoulder. "Oh... um.. thanks," she replies quite awkwardly. It's been awhile since the last time she's had a chance to have a real conversation with her mom. "You haven't played the piano in a few years, and yet you still got it!"
Mrs. Linvio smiles as she brushes her graying brown hair out of her face, "Thanks Luna. Well, how was school?"
"Oh, well..." she wasn't exactly sure how she could tell her mom about how she could've been injured, or about Tim, or the Talent Show. Well, maybe I can tell her about the Talent Show... "Well, Mrs. Pyre-the band director-signed me up for a talent show downtown... but I'm not sure if I should do it or not."
