《PhantomaMusica》 Prologue: Over a long time Hello everyone, welcome to PhantomaMusica, I hope you enjoy your stay. I am not a native english speaker so feel free to point out mistakes. I heard someone playing a piano when I came to myself. Followed by violins. A whole orchestra started playing. I was swaying back and forth in the music... I felt so immersed... like I was part of the music. As long as the music went on I felt undescribable happiness. I felt like I was born anew. Never have I had this feeling. So refreshing. You could even say it strenghtened my soul. I felt strong. I felt powerful. Until the music stopped playing.... I lost all this power in an instant. I felt alone. I felt lost. Hopeless. Fear overcame me. I felt like I was going insane. It truly was mental torture. This went on for some time. Who knows how long it was and who cares. It could have been an instant, it could have been years. Nobody cared, not even I did. I never begged for it to stop. I couldn''t. My mind was unfocused. Most thought patterns were not available to me in this state. I was just drifting around. Until... Music. The music stared playing again. One note resounded in my head. This one note was like a heartbeat! Followed by the orchestra it rejuvinated me. After all this torture I was strenghtened again. Little by little it took away the strains on my soul. But like last time.. It stopped after a while. The same thing happened multiple times. I was tortured and healed over and over. I couldn''t lose my mind since it seemed defective anyways. The longer it went on the more I was able to percieve. I started to be able to see. I saw the concert hall. I witnessed many different orchestras, many different people. But what was the most fascinating for me was the variety of music. Not that there were that many genres but the musical pieces all had originality and were so satisfying to listen to. I saw so much, the longer this went on the less people came to the concert hall. Upon one day noone came anymore. Only the caretaker that has been around since he was a child. He grew old in this concert hall and it seemed like he would meet his end here, everyday he took care of it to the utmost. One day he died. Nobody came anymore, so nobody noticed his death. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.He died in the place he loved. But it was a sad sight to see. Had the concert house still been active he might have died with a smile on his face. But I saw him dying teary eyed. I filled me with pain. I wanted to do something. Something to help him. But I was powerless. Unable to do anything. I felt angry at myself. I wanted to do something. But nothing changed, and I remained in my disfuncional mindstate.... After some time people came in and noticed his skeleton under a pile of dust. I was curious and went to look at the people who came in here. 3 people I never seen before. 2 old men and 1 young man. I immediately noticed those mens aura and I didnt like it at all. But since I could do nothing I had to let them explore the big concert hall and all the backspace areas. They noticed the skeleton under a pile of dust and had disgusted looks on their faces. The young man even kicked the skeleton away... he seemed annoyed to have to see such a sight. They left immedeately afterwards. As I was drifting like always the door opened again and many men came in. Amongst them was the young male that I didnt like at all. Many burly men were with him but also many females with cleaning equipment. The woman started to clearn everything which suddenly made me very happy. I hoped they would let this place shine once more.. In the glory it once shone. But I was disappointed... Even after evrything was renewed, the orchestras that played were not even close to those back in the days... I got angry. I could have enjoyed the music if I would have seen the musicians playing with effort and passion. But nothing of this. I felt like they were all lifeless. Just like puppets. This is what happens if the manager is a person that does not give his heart to music and does shady business behind the scenes. Selling drugs, making deals on the cost of human lives. Evil things. He was evil... For a lover of music, love and piece he was an enemy. And I felt extreme anger surging up within me. I could not contain my rage anymore, even though I had no mouth I started screaming and screeching. That was when I gave in to rage competely.... Prologue 2: Passion is awoken once more Hello wazzup phantoma here! There is no adventure in the first few chapters and only a few action scenes. This ff is based on reincarnation and stellartransformatios with a twist of magic. So you can expect a lot of growth! Enemys are plenty too. I''m not implementing the same stage system as in stellar transformation, though its similar and has different names. Since I''m german I just named in german :D Also I love it when characters are righteous but in certain situations just start to act insane :D RAGE I''ve always thought about how it would be if awesome music played in the background fitting to the situation. Like you have an epic intense battle. And with epic music it would be even more incredible. Thats why I kinda wanted to write this fiction. I listen to music while writing this so it''s more fun :D Uhh and I didnt re-read :P ---------------------- The orchestra suddenly stopped playing. Nobody knew why. Even the orchestra was confused. The pianist tried hitting the keys. But no sounds came out. Nobody was able to produce any sound. This made everyone even more confused. Suddenly a unbelievable loud scream could be heard. Some people immediately passed out. Others stared to cower while some started to run for the exit. Total chaos in just a few seconds. The managers suprisingly was able to still stand and he started to head towards the emergency exit in the back room. Suddenly the orchestra started playing again. This time he was even more confused. The song was different too and the way it was played sounded like somebody wanted to express his anger. What he didnt know was that nobody played any instruments. They played by themselfes. A perfect melody. The instruments were in perfect sync with each other. Windows started bursting. But there shattering glass had no sounds. All you could hear was the angry ghost orchestra playing. This freaked the cowering people out and they immediately passed out. As soon as the manager had left the building the music slowly started to calm down. Now it sounded refreshing, like somebody vented out all his anger and finally could start anew in his life. The ghost orchestra kept on playing for a long time, one after another people started waking up to the sooting melody, but as soon as they noticed that there were no people playing those tones and they remembered what happened they made a run for it. ------------ As nearly everyone had left, there was still someone in the hall. Intead of running away and screaming he just sat there. It was just a little boy but he listened attentively. He enjoyed the music. I had noticed him the moment he came in. He came in the building after the "incident" happened and even though he probably heard what had happened he still came. In me something changed. After seeing those nasty people for such a long time he helped me by just sitting there and listening. Like I did when I first came here. What I noticed that slowly I started to remember some things. Many memorys were blurry but I could remember the name Marco... Slowly things started to enter my mind at the same time my thoughts got clearer. Many memorys flooded me. Right... I lived before this... and died... Haha when I think back. After my 19th year of being alive I have never been sick again and never had any accidents. I lived healthy and was a good human. I had good karma . Had a loving wife, and a beautiful daughter.. hehe I even named her harmony. Yep. I died of old age. Hahahaha but I feel so young... or dead .... wahahaha! Whoops. Somehow an old side of me crept up. Hehe. But if I had such good karma then why did I went through so much pain? Mhm. Since I coulnd''t find any immediate answer I decided to leave the question open and focused on the musical piece again. I somehow was able to influence the instruments to play the music I imagined. Imagination is not just pictures. We can create music just by focusing our mind.. and thats what I did. I kept on playing music for a long time. I didnt even stop during the nights, well I did play silent and sleeping tune music. The boy came to listen every day. After a year or so a few more people came by sometimes. They might have been scared at first because of the incident but it seemed like the good music drew them in. The boy even got himself a little girlfriend to listen with him. Well even if I say girlfriend she was more like a good friend but if I could If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.have talked I would have teased him.. that would be such fun. It seems everybody noticed my musical piece turning a bit sad so I immediately changed to a good mood since I didnt want to be down. I want to bring them fun! Many times wierd priests came by and even a few exorcists. I seems like they are able to use magic here, so I guess this is not my previous world? They used some wierd spell but nothing happened. It seemed like they used spells like detect evil spirits and such but they found nothing. One day a man in a fullbody suit came by, he looked like a paladin. Well I was right, he seemed to have a high status, considering how people treated him. He was able to use the general "detect spirits" spell and yet he suddenly looked at me. And I looked at him , waving my hand and smiling. Over the time I started to generate a full astral body, looking almost human but my legs were not fully developed. Well I couldnt touch myself nor do I know how I really look like but at least I hope I''m not that ugly. Hehe... probably not. hehehehe. In past life I had always been confident in my looks. Well not to the point where I''d marry myself or being a bishonen but I was very satisfied. The paladin looked at me a little shocked and I wondered what''s going on as he started to speak.. PALADIN!!!: My graceful and harmonious friend, on my behalf, the churche of La''aH and every inhabitant of this city, I apologize for mistaking you for a evil spirit. Something must have angered thee to cause this certain incident 2 years ago and I swear that I will spread the words of your friendly and human-loving aura. Be at easy, nobody will misunderstand you anymore. Sir, this certainly is no evil spirit, if I had to say what this spirit is I had to say some elf spirit with wings. Almost like and angel exept that his wings are a bit too small. You can be unconcerned as this spirit will only benefit to this city and as long as it is not angered there will be no accidents. He talked to someone who looked like an important person, then bowed to me and left the building. The little boy who''s name is Loro looked very happy upon hearing the paladins words and ran up the stage, took a deep breath and shouted: Loro: I always knew you were a good ghost, thank you for your music!! *With teary eyes. Over the next years Loro learned how to play the piano and started playing alongside the orchestra. With the addition of his now girlfriend Videl who gave a whole new spice to the orchestra with her beautiful singing made many more people want to join. Many times we played concerts and those two were able to make a living from just making music. And I''m very glad I could help them! Many music lovers found themselves to want to play too and learned the instruments that were still available. After a few years the hall had a full orchestra, everybody a passionate musician! The times were I played became less and less. But I did not mind at all. Seeing the former glory of this wonderful concert house bloom once more filled my heart with happiness. I felt like it was finally time for me to leave.. During a wonderful concert I closed my eyes and let everything flow by. I felt my whole body being energized. Everything started to glow. Everybody in the hall noticed the glow and the audience got confused as to what was happenening. Even the musicians were confused but they did their best not to let it show and kept on playing their best as they were trained to. As they came to an end with their musical piece, the glow also slowly started to fade... They finished the piece and the audience stood up and applauded loudly. That they were able to witness such a visual spectacle mixed with an unbelieably perfected musical cleared everyone of their worries and let everyone be at ease. I felt that my time was no there to leave. I didnt know where to go or what would happen, but I knew I had to leave. Thank you for everything. Were the words that left my mouth and suprisingly they had a sound. Those words were heard though the hall and the musicians immediately became teary eyed. If I could cry I too would have tears, but not tears of sadness. I was happy. Happy that they had so much fun playing music. Not wasting their lives doing stupid things. Playing so passionate and loving it gave me the most wonderful smile anyone could show.. As suddenly everything went black..... Chapter 1 : The strong mind GRRR why u no re-read!!! stupid autor!!! lazy hehe ------ As I woke up I felt wierd and could barely open my eyes. I was very hungry and the urge to cry came over me. So I cried. A woman with a very familiar face came into the room, but I wasnt able to distinguish who she was. Soon after I got to see another face that game me the same familiar impression as the female. After thinking and being fed by this woman I dozed off again into dreamland. 2 Years have passed since then, and there are a few things which are very wierd. First of all my way of thinking is far too developed. I somehow know that baby''s shoudn''t be able to think as advanced as I do.. I feel like I have many memorys but I am blocked to access them directly. But this doesn''t matter much to me since this helped me to learn the language my parents Videl and Loro speak very easily. - I learnt to crawl and speak very fast. And I didnt feel the nessisarity to hide it. I felt like the faster I speak with them the faster I could know more. I had a thirst for knowledge, but my biggest thirst was to be able to make music. Everyday I could hear my fathers piano and my mothers singing, they aso took me to a big hall where a big orchestra played, with my father being the pianist. Being in there filled me with an indescribable happiness so I couldnt wait to play music myself! I wanted to let my parents know that I could speak with them but I did not want to take away their child. - That means even if I spoke, I tried to be as much as a child as possible. Well at first they were shocked since I made a huge leap from "mama" to nearly a full scentence in just a year but they just thought of me as some kind of genius. When I told them that I wanted to play instruments they asked me which one I wanted to play. Well I told them I wanted to play all since I really wanted to. They tried talking some sense into me but I wouldnt let go, so they decided to teach me step to step. Since I was just 3 and a half years old my father thought it would be too hard for me to learn the piano because I need bigger hands and fingers for it, so my mother tought me the violin. - She didnt play it too often since singing was her love but she was more than just able to teach. Well, she just didnt expect that I would become as good as her in just a months time. I played everyday and somehow all the sounds felt familiar. They started calling me a prodigy and soon taught me many other instruments. I learned the chello and piano later when I was 5 years old. My fingers were still too small but it didn''t hinder me from growing and developing my arm strengh and speed as well as the strenght and speed of my fingers. - My parents were well off. They told me that they were poor as children, they had nearly nothing but a certain spirit and the music saved them. I felt some wierd tingling in my chest but didnt know what it was and just shrugged it off. Upon becoming 6 years old they put me in one of the upperclass schools. A few noble children went to school there but most were rich merchant children, those of respected scholars or just known people in general. I was well respected even by the nobles as my parents were the famous DuoSpeciale. But since there were also those boys who were jealous of the attention the girls were giving me they tried to bully me. Well I wasnt the person that would let people bully me. Even if they jumped on me with 5 people I fought till somebody seperated us. - Those 4 years gradeschool were very relaxing but since I had a lot of fights with the same boys I decided to grow stronger. Even after the whole trouble was over and 3 boys were suspended I kept on training. - A friend of my father, one of those who played the trombone in the orchestra had a martial arts school called the Fluffy Clouds Style School . I had to laugh very hard upon hearing the name but somehow nobody dared to talk bad about it. A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.I found out later that Derum was one of the respected masters that reached the late "Der Erhellte" Stage. He reached the early stage at 30 years and has reached the late stage in only 20 years. - 50 years is considered very young for someone who already reached the late stage. The higher the stage, the longer your lifespan. By becoming "erhellt" his lifespan increased by about 200-500 years depending on the stage you are in. The style that was thought was mostly used for self-defense but the fundamentals of this style was to use the natural vibrations of the own body or use the rotation(which is vibration) of the opponent against them so attacks can be integrated depending on how much you innerstand. ( I will write innerstand instead of understand k`?!!!) - Since I was able to play most instruments by the age of 10 and was very interested in becoming stronger I demanded to join a middleschool focused on martial arts and education. - Such a school was not cheap at all but the recommendation from a famous master helped me reduce the costs. They also asked my parents to perform a few times over those planned 4 years and they quickly agreed, leaving us a favor from the pricipal. Those four years were actually pretty uneventful, I learned different kinds of martial arts for different situations and many internal energy techniques as well as a few breathing techniques. - I learned many things inside the Fluffy Clouds School but I didn''t want to show off my skills since I thought sparring against weaker opponents would make it even more boring. And against those who were on the same level as me or even those who were stronger I wanted to fight them by using what we learned in the school. At least I didnt forget to train those skills in secret... Don''t want them to grow dull. - Today was another valentines day, many chocolates and many broken hearts... Sadly this makes me the jeolusy target No.1 in the whole school. But let''s be honest. I don''t know why those girls are all over me. I dont even do anything. I don''t show off my skills, be it martial arts or musical skills. I don''t even really talk to any of them. Or talk at all... I''m kind most of the time but I can be cold if they piss me off. Just because I look good and my parents are special musicians? I mean ok this school still is a high prestige school, there should be a lot of men who would draw the girls in... But nah.. It''s me. I mean I dont hate those girls but somehow I feel that they are too young and immature... - Did I already tell you that they also teach magic at this school? I''ve known about magic for a long time but since there was no real teacher in the city I grew up in I never got learn it and started with martial arts instead. Chi and Mana are somehow similar, and both come from the energycore inside the belly that all humans have. None of the magic attributes really fit to me so I gave up trying to become much stronger in magic. I mean I could use it, at the basic level..but that was about it. Most people in the class were much better than I was and had at least 1 element they could control. There are my imperfections! Girls! Why do you still focus so much on me... I want my quiet time... - During the middleschool days I never forgot to play on the instruments I love so much. But since I didn''t want any more attention I always played secretly far away in the woods. Couldnt bring my piano with me but at least I got the violin and the trumpet. - After a few months, summer vacation ending and not getting any quite time it is finally time for High School. Even during vacation many female schoolmates came to visit the orchestra performances and even the citygirls were chasing me... If they were at least those bigchested onee-san then I wouldnt mind ~~~