Primavera/Memories

## Chapter 1

Primavera... That is the name given solely to The Luminary of Song.

She is admired by all songstresses, and is the leading lady of the theater.

My mother was Primavera.

"We live in troubling times, so I want my songs to lift everyone's spirits...and embrace the world with my songs of hope..."

Those were the words she often spoke.

Before long, her wishes had become my own. One day, I shall become a songstress like my mother and sing songs of hope to the people of the world.

I still do not hold a candle to her, but as a songstress, I shall prove I have the beauty and splendor to capture the hearts of everyone.

## Chapter 2

Time has passed...and I have grown ever so beautifully.

Mother says I am still a child, but I know how elegant a lady I have become.

Why, I have even been featured in shows as the star performer.

Yet, Mother refuses to acknowledge that I am ready...

Certainly, *her* elegance is beyond compare...

But one day, I shall inherit that name, and fully bloom into a flower that will grace the stage with all its beauty and splendor.

I-I am very much different from the other songstresses—nowhere *near* as obsessed with the name as they are!

Besides, to me, singing is my reason for living...I do not perform on stage because I want to be known as The Luminary of Song.

I perform...because I love singing.

## Chapter 3

I loved looking out to the audience from atop the stage. Seeing them rejoice over my songs was pure bliss.

My eyes saw a world filled with nothing but beauty. No...I did not even try to look at anything else.

I did not see the envy of the other songstresses...the resentment of the poor...the impending wave that would twist my destiny...

Nothing...

One day...my mother suddenly lost her voice while in the middle of a performance...

Why would Mother's voice...?

When the audience began to notice this unusual occurrence, my mother clutched her throat, writhing in pain.

## Chapter 4

As panic took hold of everyone, out of nowhere my mother started to sing as if she were possessed.

But...what is this?

My head throbbed in pain...I should not have been able to hear her voice, yet her song pierced straight into my brain.

Is this the song of a songstress?

No... Mother's songs were more beautiful... More compassionate!

Then some girls started to sing, as if inspired by Mother's song.

They were all witches, and this song was their curse...

As the witches' song resounded throughout the theater, the ground responded by ripping itself wide open.

I fought my way through the waves of people who were trying to escape, shouting in desperation,

"Mother, stop this madness!"

## Chapter 5

I know not if losing her voice caused Mother to become a witch, or if becoming a witch resulted in her losing her voice.

Nevertheless, my mother continued to sing...all while everyone's screams of terror intensified throughout the crumbling theater.

I could only watch in horror as this disaster unfolded before me...too dumbfounded to even move.

My beautiful world was destroyed instantly—shattered to pieces by the witches' song.

No... That thing is not Mother... No more... Enough...

I don't want to see anything anymore...

The theater was devastated even further when the Knights of Longinus surged inside.

They closed in on the witches, executing them all at once.

As the floor was stained red with blood, I looked up at the stage in one last act of desperation.

Then...I took a deep breath.

## Chapter 6

Songs are melodies from the heart.

If I fill them with prayers, I can reach through to anyone.

Is that not the truth?

If it is...I beg you, Mother... Hear my voice!

I poured every ounce of my soul into my song...hoping to restore my mother's heart.

Then, she looked at me...her eyes shrouded in darkness, save for a sliver of light that refused to die.

She then called out to me...

"Primavera..."

It was as if time had stopped...

In that moment, Mother named me the next songstress of hope—the successor to the name "Primavera."

But in that very instant...a sword pierced right through her body.

Even as she was impaled by the knight, Mother continued to sing as radiantly as ever.

But I turned my eyes away and wished...for this madness to vanish from my eyes once and for all.

Then all of a sudden...color began to vanish from the world, distorting everything I could see.

...No, it is not the world that is deforming... Is it me? I cannot see anything...

neither color nor light...

Everything...has faded away...

## Chapter 7

When I came to, I was all alone, wandering through a world of eternal darkness.

What happened...? Why am I here...?

I have no answers... I have nothing at all.

Did I lose my eyesight because my mother lost her voice?

Did I become a witch because she is one, too?

I do not know what is happening, or where I am going...

Ah, yes... I must... sing....

I am a songstress, after all.

It is my duty to sing...because I am Primavera.

One day, my show will come to a close.

So, before my very being is fractured irrevocably, I shall believe that the one who hears this song,

shall be the one who pulls the curtain on this tragedy...