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Alegría

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Alegría

The town was a dark, dirty place. Its streets were filled with grime, its buildings crumbling on their foundations, and its people had long since succumb to sin and darkness.

Come un lampo di vita

It was the last place any one would ever expect a minstrel to be playing, but... There he was: Lillias, the beautiful young minstrel, ever so delicately plucking at the fine silver strings of his golden lyre. Crowds gathered, and swift and nimble fingers never once faltered.

Como un pazzo gridar

It was all he knew, and all he was sure he had ever known. He began to sing, and even more of the distraught townspeople gathered to listen. He was oblivious to them all, lost in his own world of harmony.

Del delittuoso grido

Lillias himself was perhaps even more so delicate than the string's whose voices he heralded. Slight of figure, long of hair, and pretty of face as he was, he was often mistaken for a woman. It didn't bother him, as long as it didn't interfere with his music...

Bella ruggente pene, seren

His hair in itself was a wonder. A light blond in color, and always managed to catch the light, as little as there might be, and shimmer at even the smallest movement. Not one strand ever out of place.

Come la rabbia di amar

If they had been open, people in the crowd might have noticed his eyes were fascinating. The perfect embodiment of a pale morning sky, blue, and deep beyond the bounds and reaches of all life in the physical realm.

Come un assalto di golia

He played, swaying lightly in time to the music. He sang, never once out of breath, never once faltering, never once missing a beat. Playing the lyre was the only time in his life he ever felt like he belonged some where... It was all he knew.

Alegría

Saying it was all he knew would be the understatement of the year, and in fact, many more to come. He had woken up one day two years ago, not knowing of anything, but how to play a lyre that lay beside him, and how to sign the voice that dwelled within him. The words and tune just came...

Como la luz de la vida

Beautiful and talented as he was, and in a place such as this, he was incredibly noticeable. Unfortunately, two of the people who happened to notice him did so not so much as for his talent as for his endearing physical features.

Como un payaso que grita

He eventually stopped playing. And the grumbling crowd began to wander away from their depravity. All but two, that is....

Del estupendo grito

That was- They both chirped, finishing each other's words. They were twins, and both black haired girls. Ahriman will be- -So pleased with you!

De la tristeza loca

Lillias often stuttered while talking to people outside of singing. Disgraceful he knew, for any minstrel. Wh-what are you t-talking about?

Como la rabia de amar

They both reached their hands out towards him, though didn't touch him. Vá dormir! they both whispered in unison, and Lillias fell unconscious at their feet.

Como un asalto de felicidad

The both kneeled down to get a better look at him. He'll do- -Quite nicely! With that, the three disappeared in a swirl and shimmer of darkness. Lillias had dropped his lyre.

Alegría

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:) I realize that was incredibly short, but it was a prologue. XD Yummy stuff in later chapters... :) We get to meet yummy Ahriman...

o.O; The song lyrics to Alegría are © Cirque du Soliel, and the story is © me. o.O Yup...

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