In Dark Times

[Veygaar]

These are the chronicles of one Aaron Catan, born on Planet Toledo. Local entertainer, obsessed with magic and dark arts. This, is his story of oppression....

"Remember remember, this I say

There shall be no sun, no light of day

No laughter, no joy, no fun, no play

Unless, of course, you come my way

TO THE MAGICIAN!

Come one, come all

Be entertained...... But for only, today..."

--I'm standing outside the Cape Hope bar. My words seem dark but enticing to them, the pilots for the Order, possibly drunk, definitely skeptic. Even some local children have come to see me today. I make them gasp with a few quick tricks, not magic, just simple slight of hand. They've only seen the surface of what I can do.

[color=#990000]--Time to spice things up a bit. I take out a miniature guillotine, placing my finger beneath the blade...
"When I release the lever this blade should remove my finger no?" I ask them, an opening clause for a lengthy trick. I hit the lever and the blade falls... I lift it slowly, lifting my hand to show my finger was indeed still there, fully attached to me.
"Its a fake!" A fella in the back of the group yelled before I could continue my act. "It doesn't actually cut ANYTHING! Let me show you!" There is a mummer of agreement among my viewers, idiotic fools. But alas, this is what I actually look forward to.

--As the man steps forward, it becomes apparent by his attire he is a pilot, probably back from some 'great' mission. A mindless tool for the great 'Order', such an incorrect use of the word...
"You sure you want to do this?" I ask him, hoping he wont back down.
"Lemme see that!" He grins, excited to expose me for the impostor that I MUST be.

--The blade falls and the fool let loose a roar of pain, his finger falling to the floor. I hide my face as I grin in pleasure at this idiot's expense. The group of people gathered near to get a closer look, not everyone seeing what happed at the first glance. Some one... Was it me??? Accidentally crushed the fallen appendage under their heel in the rush to see the result of the pilot's endeavors.

--"Its gone!" A child yelled, the only one brave enough to state the obvious. The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving me and the fool standing alone against the wall.

--Curses filled his lips as I humbly stood there with a dark smirk on my face. He was mad, this was good.
Finally the words came that I wanted to hear. "I should kill you right here and now maggot!" He said under his breath.
He was a large, strong man. And I, skinny and short. But I am..... Different...
The moment the words left his mouth I gripped his jacket, lifting his feet off the ground and pinning him against the wall. My eyes locked on to his for the first time, my gaze, fixated. "Give it your best shot! MAGGOT." My voice a harsh whisper.
My strength surprises him instantly. And I see in his eyes what I desire.... FEAR

--Though I would have enjoyed a further conversation with this dirt of Sirius, I was pulled away by the local forces. Looks like another visit to the prison on-board Battleship Isis... A place closest to home for me. My dark past now present on my mind...

--They throw me into the large community cell, mostly full of 'POWs', but they keep us home brewed disturbers separate. I'll be out within the week, the Order likes the keep the appearance that the have no 'crime'. It'll give me time to practice my newest.... trick. At least the fella's at the cell are a better audience for my acts.

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