Musius & Lyricia
Ladies & Gentlemen, I am back but I as of this Fic, I am going to be doing more original work so I can expand on my writing. Now to all the fans of my current fic: Beyond The Spectrum, I am still doing that Fanfic because I still have some interest in it so I will upload the latest chapter as soon as I can but living in Florida with a very unfair School System because of our 'Valuable' governor Rick Scott, I have very little time to do Martial Arts because of how belittling he is with the education system.
Now I didn't have enough time to any grammar checks because I wanted to upload this as quickly as possible; I am very proud of this fic & it is for an Assignment in Comprehensive Theater 1; I am hoping to get a good grade on it. Basically the assignment is where I have to create a Greek Myth about a specific topic and how that topic came to be around Greek Mythology; knowing my love for mythology in general, I jumped on it immediately but with a twist.
It is centered around the self-created myth of how Music & Lyrics came to be in the world and this is actually Act I, I will write Act II if this actually does well so it's up to you, my loyal readers to determine this is good or bad.
Note: It is a style I am not generally known to do and I am an experimental writer & want to explore different styles so I can create my own style of writing.
Enjoy!!
Their once was a Man named Musius and he was unique as The Gods blessed him with a gift upon his conception. The Sun God Apollo was clearly iriscipled with the overbearing desperation of silence as the humans below were unable to articulate emotions through the soul of a sound and the heartbeat of a rhythm.
"Cast it now, cast it away; this overbearing silence I wish to spay." His voice now lost in the passageways of his thoughts; these thoughts clearly expressing the boredom that lurked inside his heart. "Upon these mortals with the treasures I have blessed them with, may they still remain ignorant upon the source."
It was here when Athena: The Goddess of wisdom & the structuralization of Human Knowledge, became suitable with his constant bickering. "Oh contrayer," She bemused, snickering in her stone chair across from him. "It appears your anguished interruptions are similar to the abundance of amplifying dynamics." She took off her bronze helmet, her gray eyes were as mysterious as a bog in the fog. "The point being: mortals are merely naïve; ignorantly simple so to speak. They do not understand the joys of variety as some of us do as only we can express it; however," her tone of voice thinly darkening. "Variety that we acknowledge will too succumb to Naivety along with us; with our traditions intact, never to come back and give us the joy we will merely destroy."
Apollo just sat there at the realization, apparently shocked upon this revelation. "Di Immortales," He swore in Latin. "The joys in which I am responsible for maintaining are to be a burden that will lack immortality?" He jolted out of his golden-sun struck chair, his boredom becoming distress. "I refuse to allow creativity become naivety." He began to play his harp to a soft tune that wrapped the boredom in the air & turned it into a miracle of sound, as if the art of hearing beauty in the air has been mastered at the stroke of one finger. "I am going to give the son of a maiden with the highest voice of pleasure the gift of the rhythm so he may bring color into a world of sounds."
Athena shook her head, her amusal sparkling in her eyes like fiery red wine in the misty dawn. "And how do you propose on creating color in a world of sounds without a voice to guide that color?"
"I can help you out with that one brother."
Both Apollo & Athena turned to the temple entrance; upon their sight bestowed a young maiden with an aura of pure modesty centered around her soul. Her body, though for a young one, was wrapped in a veil of vines with a white-tail fawn standing triumphantly right by her side, her facial expressions, though slightly more feminine, were similar to Apollo and in her hands bared a freshly carved bow made of pure Mahogany.
The Maiden's presence sent an ominous breeze through the temple's grand hall, howling against the snowy white pillars. "There isn't a day in the sun when the silence remains a burden," She frowned slightly as she walked up to the equal incentive adults, her animal accomplice right behind her. "In the forest, there is no color within the breeze, no heart within the trees & no soul within the animals; the forest is crying because of it." She looked at her white-tailed partner; a single tear stroked down its eye, only to dissipate in the in the gloomy draft around them. The Maiden's eyes glistened a new horizon of hope. "I, Artemis, will give that voice the color of the rhythm in the form of a creature, a creature that resembles the beauty of Aphrodite within the body of a Vixen & the morals of a Mortal." She turned to Athena as she gazed upon Artemis. "That is, if you are willing to contribute?"
The wisdom goddess nodded. "Knowledge is the color of all intelligence & without it, shall be no mortal decadence." After which sharing, left a contentful grin upon her face. She lifted her spear upward, as a representation of the morals she bestows. "I contribute these morals upon your creation; may to mortal eyes, truly be a fascination."
Apollo's heart was ascending from the boredom that effortlessly lurked at every corridor. "With these contributions now upon my sight, be the beginning of the day with the blossoming of night. With these burdens of silence as an internal fright, be extinguished from our hearing as its color takes flight."
He played his harp to a medley, a medley that inherited the creativity of Apollo, the wisdom of Athena and the exterior of a vixen's beauty yet the interior of a maiden's modesty within this medley as it descended down onto the realms of Gaea below them.
As the years went by & the silence that followed, Musius became a Man of a different heartbeat from all the others as His body was not strong enough to wield a sword & as his heart was not audacious enough to claim a human life. All his bony fingertips ever surfaced on only played the beats of his soul's emotions & those emotions within those feelings of those emotions for the beats he played was his only communication to the outside world.
To his Spartan brethren, it was a presence of weakness to be around Muisus as they were belligerent of Musius's godly talents and his pacifistic views on fighting; even his own parents despised his existence, however they still showed the loyalty to their flesh & blood as it was honorable to never turn your back on any who bears your blood.
But that loyalty would corruptingly deceive in a pool of impunity which made Muisus flee into the Forest of Whispers: The place a Spartan would never roam through; Muisus had no other choice as he would rather face danger than the people that chased him into it.
As the moon climbed, the fog, enveloping through the wide arrays of oak, began to evaporate from his vision as his feet trekked on without his notification, for Muisus was lost in the fascination of what the forest brought to his vision of imagination, in which lead him to play the beat of that imagination upon the trees he passed but instead of that beat despairing into the silence that follows, the beat rejoiced throughout the forest and back through his ears. True to the legend, The Forest of Whispers promotes anxiety through any mortal who dares to trek through its dis-glory, leaving them an indiscretional maze of their own thoughts; any sound from any mortal's mouth would ring through the forest, building strength to the paranoia inflicted on the martyr of that voice. Luckily for Musius, the only voice that ever spook from his heart was the rhythm he played of his emotions and once he heard the forest playing emotions along with him, Muisus's heart had embraced this happiness he had never adorn before which only made him want to match that same beat.
He began increasing his tempo as the forest outpaced him; the silence that invaded his inner thoughts, conveying a blank canvas of the despairing silence that was his enemy. The beat he then played to that blank canvas manifested into a thick rainbow of blue, red & purple that vanquished the silence at the sound of this visual climax.
Musius stood there, his pacing breath slowly marching to the gentle intakes of air. Muisus has just pondered into a battle with that despairing silence where only the silence should have won, ending with Musius persevering as the forest around him deciphered the beats into a wordless choir, a wordless choir that was overtaken by a voice that took that same intensity and gave its power a beauty that not even a siren could compare to.
Musius's ears melted upon this voice, his hands matched to this unheard tempo, creating the miracles of sound within the colors of the silent wind. The intensity expunged as Muisus followed the colorful voice as his mind & his soul would than rejoice. His beats than increasing as the voice burned louder, and Musius's determination increased by the hour. He would not leave until his eyes would lay upon the creature who possess this guide to his wordless choir, which took him to a clearing where that choir had peaked upon the sight.
Upon his gaze was a creature in which was candy for the eyes as this creature bestowed the graciousness of a maiden within the elegance of a vixen yet she sang as if Calypso's soul was en tamed inside her heart. Her body, with a vixen's exterior, exhibited a maiden's characteristics as she was covered with thick vines of ivy that comfortingly hugged around her luscious womanhood, with her body protected in finger-length blue fur.
Muisus's heart skipped a beat, his hands going off tempo which caused him to stop! He took a quick reconnaissance around his surroundings; his heartbeat has taken him to a moon-kissed clearing, enclosed around the rhythmic whispers of the forest, in the presence of an Anthropomorphic Vixen in which her fur shined like the wings of a golden-sun eagle in the midday sunlight.
Musius & the Bright-Ocean Vixen's eyes met as his gems of hazel-brown crimson was intertwined in her genuine pools of crystal-shine sapphire, in which his hand played a beat of relaxing pleasure but quickly stopped as her voice of colors matched the perplexing tempo.
Seeing this, she giggled at his reaction. Her violet-blue tail swayed with excitement. "So you are the mortal who brings the color into my soul?"
Musius nodded nervously, his head dropping embarrassingly as his face glistened a light pink over a kind smile.
The Vixen giggled again, her voice was as heavenly as when she sang. "You are an intriguing human as none other would stay within a blink of an eye after seeing my presence." She got off the boulder that held that presence, walking slowly toward Musius however he cowered slightly as an erupted pain of fear invaded his eyes.
The Vixen was taken aback slightly; her initial course of action was to embrace Muisus but she did not mean to give him inner heresy. She looked into his eyes as they said the truth for him. "You are not able to speak."
Musius nodded sadly, a tear flickering down his left eye slowly as he motioned his tightened fists at himself, throwing them at his chest & face softly but in an intimidating manner as if to say: "I was beaten."
The Vixen embraced Musius into her arms, wiping the tear away her human-like paw that was as soft as the smoothest sheet of silk. She clutched him tightly to not let him escape; Muisus was indeed shocked as he tried to break free but the Vixen was too vigorous to overcome as her presence was soothing to his tortured soul. She eyed him with all of her empathy. "No individual with a colorful soul should roam the Terra in coerced silence." She continued. "I too have been condemned into this forest by the mortals as I am a beast to the ones who stand upon an Acropolis; many a times I am degraded as the 'Leftovers of the God's waste.'" She exhaled slowly. "No mortal in my life has ever shown compassion for a monster such as myself yet when they hear my voice, they refuse to cower; instead, they abuse." She lifted up her vines warily, bestowing a ravaging scar that marked a line along her violet-white stomach. "This is what they've done to me as a child for my voice contrasts my ugly persona."
Musius didn't agree to her remark, he quickly broke apart & began tapping to his heart, in which it mellowed to the sweet vibration known as love. The Vixen quickly started to hum along to the beat as heart as her heart conveyed the words through her voice.
Oh where, Oh where have cometh you,
_ when the others locked thee in a tomb?_
I take the joy that you've felt too,
_ as our colored hearts begin to bloom._
Oh where, Oh where have cometh you,
_ when the others locked thee in a tomb?_
I take the joy that you've felt too,
_ as our colored hearts begin to bloom._
Upon hearing this, the forest's seeping seeping silence began to disintegrate as the forest began to sing the next verse.
Oh where, Oh where will colors find me,
_ where the silence spreads its lustful gloom?_
When will the night release the day,
_ as the sounds of life escape its doom?_
Oh when, Oh when will mortal's envy,
_ oh when will love deceive its hate?_
Oh when will the oracle see
_ that the God's can give a better fate?_
Upon hearing this beautiful decibel, the Forest of Whispers exploded in a sea of color that brought brightness upon the forest. The Vixen's mouth dropped in awe at the many purple & blues; green & red's too. The yellows & orange, yet goodhearted like porridge, and goodhearted indeed as Musius began to play a soft, resonating rhythm that brought forth a motley of flowers never before seen from the naked eye. The Vixen guided Musius through one final verse.
Oh where, Oh where have cometh you,
_ when the others locked thee in a tomb?_
I take the joy that you've felt too,
_ as our colored hearts begin to bloom._
Musius stopped his beat as the forest slowly mimicked it. He squatted down & picked the flora that stood out the most; in his hands was a violet-blue lotus with streaks of cherry red in its center in which he touched, gave off a scent so sweet yet so powerful that no nose shall be disgusted by it. Musius smiled as he put it in her open paws.
She gasped at his gesture. "For me?"
He nodded as he flicked a big grin. He put the toneful flower between her right ear that made her pink-violet hair shine under the moonlight.
The Vixen smiled, her happiness leaving teary strokes down her face. "No mortal has ever cherished me with such an elegant gift before in my life," She whispered softly like molasses running down a maple tree. Her gaze upon his remained vigilant. "And while you remain silent, I must know your name." Her vigilance transcended into a frown. "If only you would tell me as it would be as beautiful as your heart."
With said, Musius began to feel his heart bloom with courage, something he has not felt within seasons of his life. He took a titan-deep breath as his voice emerged from the shadows.
"My name is Musius."
The Vixen's ears fluttered hearing his voice. "It's as if Zeus & Apollo burns within your soul." Her tail swayed to a riveting pace. "My name is Lyricia," she finally told him.
Musius smiled in response, his eyes showing her gratefulness as he gave a thumbs up at her name.
Lyricia giggled at his gesture. "Thank you," she replied politely as her ears twitched. "I feel happiness when I'm around you Musius; but," Her voice quivering furtively as her tailed dropped slowly; fear berating inside her heart as she asked: "Do you feel that happiness too?"
Musius nodded solemnly as he held his hands in a heart proudly over his chest, pointing a finger at Lyricia as if he admitted: "I love you."
Lyricia's heart had ignited the stars at his gesture. "I love you too Musius." Her eyes, dripping streaks of spirited merryness that showered kindly among the flowers. "I truly, truly do."
Musius whimpered a quiet sob as his love for her was too gracious to resonate a beat, instead he pulled her into a loch of heated passion as he conveyed through a kiss as Lyricia guided that passion through the love for his rhythmetic soul, in which their love would take the form of a child, a child that would resemble in the body of its mother yet have the audacity of its father's soul. With the inherited gifts of a heart-shaped rhythm & soulful voice to guide that rhythm, this child will help usher in a harmonizing cycle of a revolution of a sound of colors that was beauty within the air, guided by the voice of these colors we know today as Lyrics but conveyed on rainbow canvas of a visual spectrum that we know today as Music.
And may Music forever convey a rainbow canvas.
I hope you enjoyed it as I did writing it!!
Now about my other fic, like I said I do not want to keep you waiting so I will get on it immediately and in the mean time, please leave a comment on your thoughts on this Fic; it would mean a lot to me! :')
Until than, like what TheInsaneGameFreak says: "Life is a game: Play to win."
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