Chapter Text
A blank, white misty void. He was created to have a purpose, but wasn’t sure what. That’s how the new maestro put it out.
The new maestro opened his eyes, groggy from whatever he entered in this strange world. He gasped as he quickly sat up in the void and looked all around. How long has he been out?! He took a good look and observed his hands, they were either gloved or they’re his real ones. Then his arms, they were long and lanky, abnormal to who he once was. He then observed this gorgeous outfit he had on, it was a velvety green jacket with two puffy sleeves with a magenta vest underneath, around his wrists were two velvety green cuffs with golden accents and with white frills tucked and sewn beneath. His pants look like something that an acrobat would wear, white pants with gold jagged accents and magenta that flown around his legs.
When he got up, he was off balance and kept falling due to this new, lanky form of his. After a few tries standing up, he was wobbly but kept his pace. He kept walking, trying to see if he could find a sign of land or something from this misty void, until he saw some bits of grass, and after that bushes and roses. Until he can see a whole rose garden, beautiful and full of life. The roses were all ones you would typically see in a garden; there were pink and red and white, but some were strange, odd and hauntingly beautiful. Some had petals with all of the colors of the rainbow, some had swirly patterns and some were pitch black almost. Around those were tentacle-like vines and thorns with the same swirly patterns as the roses themselves. As the new maestro observed all over, in the corner of his eye he spotted a man just like him. The man had a desperate look on his face, as if looking for something he lost. He had long, beautiful white silver hair with a white shawl and purple vest and a beautiful porcelain face, just like his. Maybe he could help him..?
As soon as the maestro tried to tap the man’s shoulder he tripped and fell right beside him.
“Oof-!” , the maestro fell from his golden heels.
The porcelain faced-man turned back, and saw the new maestro with a concerned look.
“Oh dear!” the man exclaimed as he kneeled to the maestro's fallen state, “Are you alright..?”
The man offered his hand to help, the maestro took it and the man helped him up, wobbling a bit. The silver-haired man held on to him as the new maestro tried to get a grip to his balance
The man chuckled, “You're quite funny..!” As the maestro regained his stance, the silver haired man circled around and observed the new maestro from a glance as he gasped, did wonderworld just created a new maestro..?
“Oh my, you’re not an inhabitant are you?”
The new maestro shook his head no.
“You look familiar, but I can’t recall who..” The silver-haired man trailed off, looking at the newcomer’s green, regal outfit and bright apple-red hair. He reminded him of a rose.
“Well no matter!” The man exclaimed. He offered his hand to shake, “Please! Call me Lance! Maestro Lance”
The newcomer shook his hand,
“Well my name is um…ahh…”, strange…why couldn’t he remember his name? Lance tilted his head in curiosity,
“Oh? Can you not remember your name…?”
“Well, no!”
“Hmm, well we’ll think of something! It’s always a first for everyone!”
He offered his hand again, just like a prince would, “Come! I’ll show you what this world has to offer….”