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My Oath

Hi. First, I've explained that I was helped by AI to make this, so you're free to listen to it or not. And below is a Oneshot Story from "My Oath" written by Eillya Elciane (Vo) as her first song after going through a lot and stopping singing. The room fell silent again. Not a strange silence, but a silence she had long known, one that lingered like a second breath. The curtains were tightly drawn, and the afternoon light filtered in through a thin crack in the corner of the window. Dust shimmered softly in the air, swirling aimlessly, as if mimicking her own thoughts. Eillya sat at her desk, her hands moving slowly on the table. Several days had passed since Eva returned to Keiya. Several days since the sound of her voice had returned to her. But it was precisely after the distance was cut that old memories began to awaken. The promise. She remembered it not as a complete sentence, but as a complete feeling. The beautiful world they had once spoken about. A world built not from buildings or places, but from songs, from voices that could make even the harshest days bearable. That promise was supposed to grow with time. But time cut it cruelly short. Eva's departure wasn't a choice then. She knew that. But knowledge was never enough to withstand the devastation that followed the tragedy. Days crumbled, voices vanished, and one by one the reasons to sing slipped from her hands. There was one other reason she should still be there, her mother. The woman who taught her that singing wasn't about sounding beautiful, but about acknowledging one's own existence. About daring to speak one's heart without fear of being lost. But that memory was now severed, not from simple forgetfulness, but because her own mind had buried it for survival. Dissociative amnesia. A name too cold for something so personal. She knew her mother was gone. She knew there had been teachings, hugs, and meaning. But all of that was now just an empty space. No name, No voice, no face, no warmth she could reconnect with, only nothingness. All that remained… was one. Eva. The memory of her wasn't fragmented. It wasn't faded. It wasn't blurred. It was whole, clear, and painful in its beauty. A child whose life knew only black and white. Rules. Fear. Obligation. Yet she still smiled, still listened, still believed in Eillya's voice. That was the only reason that remained intact. Enough. "I… will keep that promise." The words didn't leave her lips. She didn't need a voice to express it. The determination was rooted deep in her chest, calm, without hesitation. That night, she began to write. The first sheet of paper was full of scribbles—words too harsh. She crumpled it up and threw it to the floor. The second sheet of paper was too blank. The third was too full of feelings she couldn't quite put together. The clock ticked by without her realizing it. Minutes slipped away, the ink dried before it had time to make any sense. She wasn't angry. She wasn't frustrated. She just… kept writing. Day after day. She still went to school, sitting in class with the same expressionless. She kept breathing, kept walking, kept living as usual. But every night, she returned to that room, to her little world, and continued the Oath she was weaving. She trained her voice again. The notes that had once been lost now felt foreign, like returning to a long-empty house. There was an unsteady tremor, a slight fear each time the sound came out. But slowly, her voice began to recognize itself again. She wasn't singing for applause nor for attention. She was singing for a promise. A week passed. On the floor of her room, papers were scattered like traces of the time she had sacrificed. In her hand, a single sheet remained, imperfect, not overdone, but honest. It was her first song, not as a debut, not as a masterpiece. But as an Oath. Eillya closed her eyes, imagining Eva's face—not the Eva of now, but the young Eva who once lived in a narrow world. "I have found my voice again because you have returned." The words vibrated softly in her chest. "Hear this voice. This voice is yours." She didn't mean to give herself away. She simply wanted to say that this voice was reborn because of a presence she believed in. "I will make what I once promised you come true. So you can see the world that i mean so dearly." That beautiful world didn't yet exist. But she would sing about it until it dared to emerge. "And see that world with your own eyes, not from my lips." She wanted Eva to see, not from the shadows of the past, but from the reality they would build. "Take all these voices." Not as a burden, not as a debt. But as proof. In the quiet room, Eillya didn't cry. She just smiled very faintly almost imperceptibly. The Oath had been made. And for the first time in a long time, she knew she would sing again. #anisongs #anison #anisong #musicstory #girlband #girlbands