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Imprisoning
a Duel Discord Description
The world is in musical order and a team of Government
Agents called Harmony track down, experiment on and sometimes kill those who
express the music of dissonance. Psycha, a duel Discord of Vyla and Sios is a
prime lab rat to Harmony. Being able to disrupt harmony just by voice and hands
alone makes her even more dangerous than the usual Discord. Will she run into
trouble trying to protect her boyfriend, Caleb? Will her desire to destroy
Harmony prove fatal for her? What will be left of her if she ever does get
captured?
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Imprisoning a Duel Discord Excerpt
Psycha
What had Caleb gotten
himself into this time? We were discords for music’s sake. We couldn’t strike
back against Harmony if we ran, and be damned if he got caught. He was a Tara
Discord not a Vyla like me. He was more vulnerable and I knew for a fact he
left his Tara back at camp. Careless. That was so unlike him. He was usually
methodical and paranoid. He couldn’t afford to throw his life away on a whim. I
was the reckless one.
I hummed a tune to try and
find his wavelength. Discords stuck out like a sore thumb, and he was a Tara.
He was invisible without it, but I knew his musical signature like the back of
my hand. I was almost certain I could pick something up, and I did. The three
note discordant hum that was uniquely Caleb was faintly ringing in the air. I
rushed to try and catch up to him. There was no way he would get captured on my
watch. Cinder would kill me.
No. I caught sight of a man
with the Harmony symbol on the back of his black suit. The tell-tale sign of a
sharp, with two notes at the bottom and a treble clef in the middle, made him
the enemy. I’d seen what happened to Discords when Harmony got a hold of them.
They were mere husks of their former selves; dead and despondent inside. Their
life cruelly ripped away. I would not let that happen to Caleb.
I screamed out notes at the
man’s back, notes which clashed horribly. It was music to me, but the assailant
recoiled, clutching his head in pain. How dare he try and take away the thing
that made Caleb who he was. Being Discords defined us.
My enemy retaliated by
taking out his Ko and trying to play me into submission. The harmony was
excruciating to me. I was a duel Vyla/Sios Discord. Normal Discords were three
parts discord and one-part harmony. I was fully Discord. I could control music
with my voice and by touch alone. I hated Harmony for what they did to us, and
I knew I’d be their prime lab rat.
“Caleb, run” I shouted.
I was bombarding him with
musical assaults, but I had to be careful not to hit Caleb. He was powerless
without his Tara. Why did he not bring it with him?
“I’m not leaving you,” he
said.
Ah. Blood ran down my cheek
when a note hit. Harmony and dissonance were opposites. One could hurt the
other. Harmony were the government and Dissonance were the outcasts. I would
make them pay for condemning us to a lifetime of running. Harmony agents lived
to capture us.
“Go, you idiot. Get back to
camp. You’re defenseless,” I ordered.
At last, he managed to see
sense and fled. I couldn’t protect him if he was in the way. I waved a shield
to protect against the agent’s next attack. Now Caleb was safe I could really
let loose without fear of hurting him. I used my voice and hands in tandem to
unleash a barrage of musical weapons at him. Streams of note swords and arrows
flew at the enemy. He was pretty quick to keep up with me, but he couldn’t
deflect everything I threw at him.
I started to hum a dissonant
melody designed to sweep into his soul. I would poison his harmony with
dissonance. He let out a hiss, which told me I was successful. I screamed as
more musical implements of doom attacked me. I used the blood trickling down my
arm in a note. Blood notes packed a mean punch. Judging by the look on his
face, it did.
“Just die, Harmony bastard,”
I said.
“Bring it, Discord cur,” he
replied.
I screamed like a
banshee. When he was distracted, I flung a spear at him. I turned his cries
into a gag with a wave of my hand. His voice was grating to my ears.
Ah. A melody hit
me straight in the neck and continued to constrain my throat. I tried to catch
my breath, but it was impossible. I flailed around, trying to swipe him off me,
but to no avail. I couldn’t let him get me. I couldn’t be captured. I finally
managed to get him to relent, but my vision turned hazy as I gasped for breath.
