Post by Tay on Aug 30, 2017 3:25:52 GMT
Sounds of cars and machines filled the air, the lights of Empire City burning brightly, and the night sky floating above all, the moon within it's place by the stars, which were only out-shined by the lights below.
Which, below the blanket of mist-like clouds, a star brighter then the rest awaited it's birth, a small dome encasing the performer, upon a large plaza. Humans from around the city were gathered around the dome, excitement filling the air, and the chatter between each one of them, growing louder with each second that passed. A star, a famous magician, a hotshot up against the world, these were all names to describe the man within the dome, who awaited the second that would strike his reveal.
His real name, was unknown to many. However, his title was easily recognized. He was the great sorcerer of the western hemisphere, the former air to the title itself.
This man however, held a dark secret to his chest, within a pendant containing a purple jewel, a jewel that had been passed down from generation to generation, where as finally, it was his to control, a olden power, used by his ancestors.
But within this jewel, a life hung by a thread, a soul tortured for the many years she had been trapped, stuck within the necklace that held her against will, betrayed by the founding father of the title, his name lost to history.
This small soul, with each second preparing for yet more pain, watched the man from within her prison, her emotions torn raw, and all she knew truly, was only pain. Each of these generations dug at her powers, but never as much as this one. This man went so far with his performances, the gem's powers were draining on her ability to think, feel, or do anything other then preform.
She felt sick, in so many ways.
Which, below the blanket of mist-like clouds, a star brighter then the rest awaited it's birth, a small dome encasing the performer, upon a large plaza. Humans from around the city were gathered around the dome, excitement filling the air, and the chatter between each one of them, growing louder with each second that passed. A star, a famous magician, a hotshot up against the world, these were all names to describe the man within the dome, who awaited the second that would strike his reveal.
His real name, was unknown to many. However, his title was easily recognized. He was the great sorcerer of the western hemisphere, the former air to the title itself.
This man however, held a dark secret to his chest, within a pendant containing a purple jewel, a jewel that had been passed down from generation to generation, where as finally, it was his to control, a olden power, used by his ancestors.
But within this jewel, a life hung by a thread, a soul tortured for the many years she had been trapped, stuck within the necklace that held her against will, betrayed by the founding father of the title, his name lost to history.
This small soul, with each second preparing for yet more pain, watched the man from within her prison, her emotions torn raw, and all she knew truly, was only pain. Each of these generations dug at her powers, but never as much as this one. This man went so far with his performances, the gem's powers were draining on her ability to think, feel, or do anything other then preform.
She felt sick, in so many ways.