52 Amadea Mozar (1/2)
”Music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.”
- Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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While we stood amazed at the myriad of the bizarre sights that welcomed us as we took our very first steps outside of the city gate... at the end of the bridge, a lady of elegance suddenly revealed herself along with her surreal form.
”Good day everyone. I am Amadea Mozart. I congratulate you all for taking your first steps in this realm” With a frosty voice, she spoke as her feet slowly touched the verdant ground and as she gracefully bowed her head in front of the crowd with undeniable grace.
”I am one of the Anima of music” she introduced, with the arc-shaped piano in her back still gushing forth the most melodramatic tones I have ever heard. Spirit of music? Is this 'Amadeus Mozart Reincarnated as a Spirit Girl' kind of plot?...
I'm still carrying Shiro around that time, sleeping soundly, not to mention I am also carrying a bag twice heavier than her. Out of nowhere, and partially out from everyone's clear sight, I began to set up the portable tent hastily to let the sleeping Damsel continue her peaceful trance inside without being bothered by possible bug bites and plausible outroar.
”In your world, you may have had known me in a very different form. Yes. That Amadeus Mozart and yours truly is the same. It was just a form I took so that I can deliver the first quality music designed to soothe the soul normally without raising eyebrows, and with me at that movement was Lorraine Vaugn Beethaven. Yes, whom all of you knew as Ludwig Van Beethoven. But sad to say, the preference of the neo-era is very different from ours, and look at what the music industry had become. Moreover, you certainly are not in fault, so let us abrogate that scornful subject.”, her face showed a very disappointed expression in which I can highly consolidate.
First, Amadea Mozart and now, it's Lorraine Vaugn Beethaven. Good riddance.
I wonder if I can have an autograph? Well, it would be a little dramatic, but it would only be in vain, given the atmosphere.
The girl version of Mozart continues on her speech exploits while I am also busy setting the tent, while a few who caught a glimpse of what I am doing had also set their sudden gaze on me wondering as to how I could act in such a manner. And, I don't care. It would be a major problem if this girl would be sick in this kind of situation. Done! Now that was rather quick! Such an admirable piece of survival tool this is. I have to thank that convenient store's old man again, the moment we see each other. Salute.
As I placed the girl inside and as the portable hiking tent completely stood in its apparent durability, I then zipped its fabric door to make sure that unworldly bugs that are likely to carry unworldly germs, would not find their way to the girl anytime soon.
Now back to Amada Mozart...
”This is your last instruction as you go on through the first stages of the game so please do listen... From henceforth, you are to set foot in a perilous pilgrimage, where Hades is like the wind, silent but is always at everyone's side.”
As she said that, everyone took turns of sudden glares on the deep and silent forest laid in front of us with doubts that this could be one of the paths of 'peril' she implicitly states. The Anima, as though seeing through the hearts of those, began to state some word for reassurance.