Prologue: Lyrica's Tragedy

Via's POV

"Youre a disgrace to the family!" said Aunt Diva

She slapped me in the face together with my violin. I was now kneeling here to the cold floor.

Her words cut me deep into my spine and I think I'm losing my breath right now.

'My family .. How?'

"Yeah, youre nothing but a rubbish!" added my cousin, Hymn

"Do you know what to do this sh*t that you got, huh?", Tiya Diva says and once take my violin from me

I would like to shout and say "No, no! That violin was from my mom!" But I can't do it.

I'm trying to grab it away from her but it's too late.

"This violin is worth nothing so I guess it should be broken" says Aunt Diva

She hammered my violin until it were broken. I can't stand but to cry silently.

At the same time, I do not have any sound to cry. I have no voice at all! I am nothing but a mute. My cousins ​​are all laughing while everyone was looking at me, all my family.

"You do not have the talent! You're just like your counterfeit mother! You're embarrassing!" Cried Tiya Diva

My tears flowed and it did not seem to end. I immediately ran out to get away from this shame.

'They were all right! I am nothing but a peasant girl who dreamed the impossible! What a pitty to me.'

I quickly ran through until I stumbled to a stobe and my head hit the woods as I lost consciousness.

******

I woke up with blood and a little pain in my head. I slowly stood up and walked back home. I was close to Mansyon when I heard a siren coming from the Rescue Musician. I rush to the mansion and I was very surprised to find out that there were many Trumporces (Trumpet Army) around mansion.

'What was going on?'

"Look, its Via!!" said the woman

"She survived" added the man

And the people began to whisper

Without emotion, I walk slowly inside the mansion. Each step has a burden bearing me that added and added a bursts of weight. As soon as I got closer and entered the Mansions, my tears ran over to my cheeks.

'NO!!'

All the members of the family were dead and lying on the floor.

I silently cried again. This pain inside me, it's almost giving me a dying soul. I embraced my lifeless Aunt. Even if she's bad, I still love her.

Suddenly someone tap my shoulder and looked back. I saw a mulice (police musician) officer smiling at me.

"Dont worry, we'll do everything to know what happened in Lyrica. Come here Via, you need to calm down. Everything will be fine ...." said the Officer

"Everything ..... Will be .... Fine ...."

Third Person's POV

Voice..... Voice is a powerful weapon of all time. By the use of it you can shout and fight. Sing with all your guts. But what if, that voice is gone? That voice is not your material. The voice you needed as a blessing for being a part of family is only a fantasy. So, what talent do you have? Do you have a special reason of living in this Musical World or satisfied as being a dump and a trash? How can you shout and fight without using voice? Lets all answer that question with this story.