Everyone has a backstory, an origin. Everyone started from a script to be able to perform a play.
The God of Music were good friends with the Goddess of memory as both the centre of this continent's play. The Goddess, a virtuoso of the violin and the God of Music as the conductor. Yet, what is a violin without its piano? There came the God of Slavery.
As the three performed on the stages of their nations, the Goddess shines bright as the God of Slavery lets this be for he himself, is one of those who are blinded by her. At the second movement, the Goddess sits across the God of Slavery as his attention was caught in her glistening hair of sun and marigolds as its color under the soothing moonlight, here he lets his heart wander into love. As the play would progress, both violinist and pianist found their hearts connected, while the God of Music did not approve.
He knew the sisters of the Goddess would also disprove of this, so he had told them to hopefully tear them apart.
The sisters knew, yet they did not budge, for as they said, "They had found comfort in each other's arms. Comfort like neither of them had."
Then came chaos between the three. The Goddess who had killed someone for the God of Slavery; The God of Music who urged her to do so in hope of the God of Slavery to see the evil in her and leave her behind in the abyss of pain and regret.
However, he stayed. He stayed for the reason that "I could never leave her for I, Siubaru, had taken the vow that I shall not leave her behind to drown in her own tears, as she did before me."
The God of Music had been left in fury. He had to keep his virtuoso at her right mind. "If only I knew that a pianist would be the reason of downfall, I would never had took him in."
From there on, He had started to neglect the pianist and slowly his songs filled with woe, shedding tears of remorse. As time pass by, she had him under scrutiny to have her to a conclusion that the fault was hers.
Many concertos were called off, songs are forgotten. Sceneries of green turned gray, as the blue sky faded to black. The two, once friends now turned into enemies.
The God of Slavery wanted his music to be used against The God of Music, yet she declined, telling him that he was nothing but an actor on the stage and no one to go against him. He wanted to stand up against her, but she was right, he was nothing as an actor but he is something as a god. The God of Music was younger, weaker, and irrelevant against him.
So with that, he challenged him to a duel.
Thunder roared in the skies as blood of the innocent stained the earth, for the two gods have done more that enough. Cries of children and the mourning of loved ones filled the air. Rain poured from the sky, washing the blood down to the feet of the goddess.
With worry and fear, she risked interfere. Attacking The God of Slavery with her sword, pulling him down... to defeat. The last scene that he faced, was the view of Leonara. Her golden hair, illuminated by the lightning, her tears hidden by the pouring rain.
There, the first act of the play had ended, following the script of The God of Music.
"It was fate, the script was destiny