Chapter 1: The Sound of Silence
In the dimly lit common room of St. Anne's Orphanage, a small grand piano occupied a corner, its glossy black surface reflecting the soft, flickering candlelight. Nine-year-old MoMo stood before it, his snow-white hair illuminated like a ghostly halo in the room. His small, delicate fingers hovered above the keys, ready to weave a symphony.
As MoMo pressed the first key, a serene, melodic note filled the room. He closed his eyes, allowing the music to flow through him. Every touch of the keys was deliberate, each note an expression of his soul. For MoMo, the piano was not just an instrument; it was his voice, his connection to the divine.
The children of the orphanage gathered around, drawn by the ethereal sound. Even the stern sisters, who rarely showed emotion, paused to listen. They were captivated by the boy's ability to conjure such beauty from the instrument.
MoMo's fingers danced across the keys, creating a mesmerizing melody that hung in the air like a spell. He swayed with the rhythm, feeling the music reverberate within him. To him, the piano was not just a collection of keys; it was a conduit to another world, a world where he could hear and communicate in ways that transcended his deafness.
But as the last note faded into silence, reality came crashing down. The sisters exchanged glances, their faces etched with disapproval. Sister Agnes, a severe woman with a penchant for strict discipline, stepped forward, her voice laced with anger.
"MoMo!" she scolded, her voice echoing through the room. "You must stop this nonsense immediately. You cannot hear the piano; it's impossible! Do not spread lies and blaspheme."
MoMo opened his eyes, a look of innocence and desperation in them. He knew what he had felt, what he had heard within himself, but he also knew how futile it was to explain it to the sisters. He had tried before, but they only saw his words as the ramblings of a disturbed child.
"But Sister," MoMo began, his hands forming hesitant signs, "I hear the music. God talks to me through it. He guides my hands."
Sister Agnes scoffed, her patience exhausted. "Enough of this nonsense, MoMo. Your absurd claims only trouble the other children. You will go without dinner tonight as punishment."
MoMo's heart sank as he was led away from the piano, the disapproving eyes of the other children weighing on him. He had grown accustomed to such punishments, but the pain of being misunderstood and chastised never dulled. His belief that God communicated through music remained unshaken, but his hope of ever making the sisters and the other children understand seemed more distant than ever.
As he lay in his narrow, dimly lit dormitory that night, MoMo clutched a small, worn notebook filled with musical notations. In the silence of the room, he imagined the music, the melodies, and the whispers of God. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized that he was truly alone in this world, a silent prodigy misunderstood by everyone around him.
Little did MoMo know that the winds of fate were about to shift, and the world beyond the orphanage held surprises and challenges that would test the very limits of his faith and determination.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone