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For him life was a con. For many years he'd traveled with a troupe of performers putting on magic shows, wowing the onlookers with illusions and fakery. As often as they seen the magic behind his performance they never believed it. But once he was alone, locked away behind his mirror, he could allow himself to bask in the magic that this world had forgotten.
He'd longed for a chance to live amongst the humans and see them marvel at his work, not needing to hide away or be seen only as a sideshow. They could see how magic could help make lives easier, more efficient.
For now though he settled for this circus. He loved it when the onlookers oohed and awed wonders he performed, even if they believed them to be fake. But his favorite, the special act he performed at the end, was just for him. For each show he made a flurry of silvery pink petals that, once they touched an impurity simply faded gray and turned to dust.
They all turned to dust wherever he let them fall, never once had he seen their true magnificence. He couldn't find anyone in this world who could cause them to shine like a brilliant rainbow.
He hoped, maybe one day, that special person who could bring his magic to life would appear. But for now he was here. "Get up boy." The shout made him flinch as his face fell. The mirror wouldn't break over something so simple, but the negativity did send a shudder through his home that made the rainbow of colors overhead ripple and forced him slide from his cloud with a soft frown.
His robe fell around his feet, a white sheer lace beneath a pale blue robe with a sash of silver and navy blue. A simple silver anklet jingled gently as he landed, he never wore shoes except when he was out around the town which didn't happen often at all since the master didn't allow them to dwaddle after their last performance; they always made a quick get away.
Stepping through the mirror he was in a tent with a hammock he didn't sleep in, a small chest with some simple clothes, and a few personal effects he'd collected over the years was pushed beneath the hammock. Pushing the flap open he was instantly knocked back by a sharp slap to his face that sent him falling against the mirror, though he didn't fall back through to the other side.
"Your last performance was a disgrace, ticket sales have never been lower and many left before the end!" Irunia stayed silent, nothing he could say would fix things anyway. When the man didn't continue, though his rant seemed unfinished, Irunia bowed his head just a little.
"I apologize master, tonight I will put on a performance that will outdo my many others." He could hear some coldness behind his soft voice, but the ringmaster didn't seem to care as he stomped off. He rubbed his face with a groan before a soft hand touched his cheek.
"Maybe if he wasn't so boring people would stick around longer, your show is the one people come for and he puts it on last like he's asking for bad things to come to pass." Irunia smiled at the woman's attempt. Aurora was his best friend, she had long honey blond hair and sparkling hazel eyes. He'd never found himself attracted to her, but many considered her to be a beauty.
She was a wonderful dancer who was also a master of illusions and acrobatics. Though her illusions were not real. Just created by machines and some with Irunia's help. She was the only one, aside from the ringmaster, who knew of his magic.
"Thank you, Aurora. I do have a special surprise planned for tonight."
"Oh really? Care to tell?" He could hear her voice piqued in curiosity, but he just smiled as he shook his head.
"It would hardly be a surprise if I gave away the ending." He could hear the melancholy in his voice, and didn't like the sudden worry on Aurora's face, but her name was called and she stroked his cheek softly.
"Stay safe, my love." He watched her go, but once alone his face fell into a frown. He was running out of energy and time. He hoped his show tonight would prove fruitful, no matter what happened it would be his last. He watched Aurora as she spun around silk ropes, her acrobatics stunning as always and her outfit was a pale blue that flared when she spun.
He looked out over rows of seats, as usual they were crowded with few to spare. People watched enraptured as her long brunette ponytail spun as she did. And as she landed, a small flutter of butterflies released, escaping through the open top of the tent.
When she passed she brushed his shoulder, smiling as the lights dimmed to a pale blue. "I know you don't need any luck, so knock them dead." She grinned, he knew she wished it literally, but he didn't have that kind of power. The ringmaster ran through the introduction as he climbed to reach the rope. The light that shone on him as he stood poised at the top wasn't overly bright and made his silvery whisps of hair appear as close to a pale blue as his outfit.
He did a simple turn on the tightrope before bowing gently as mouths opened. Some looked panicked, others looked worried, but there was one who he seen staring at him enraptured. He let himself fall backwards from the rope, his fingers reaching out and catching it to swing himself back around, up into the air and landing on the line.
He couldn't help enjoying the sounds of fright some people let out at the acrobatics. He had never fallen during a performance before, not on accident at least. He slid his hands into opposite sleeves and pulled an umbrella from each with a flourish. He didn't open them at first, instead balancing them and pushing himself up so his legs were in the air.
He lowered his arms before pushing up. A bit of a twirl to his movement as the umbrellas were popped open and he allowed the flower petals to spread over the tent as he landed. He carried out his dance on the tightrope with the umbrellas. He always felt so free and wonderful when he was allowed to be way up high. But his show was nearing its end, and he'd longed for the end.
He spun on the rope, tossing his umbrella's up and a cascade of the silvery pink petals fell. But as they fell they did not turn to dust, instead the colors turned to a kaleidoscope and the petals showed a miraculous cascade of rainbows.
As he fell there were shouts, and screams. But he landed in a kneel, staring at the petals before picking one up and noticing the man who had been watching him before the show was staring at him again, a different look in his eyes as he lightly stroked one of the flower petals. He couldn't hear the cheers and cries for an encore or the deafening clapping of the crowd. Instead, Irunia felt a shock go through his body and he flashed the crowd one last smile as he collected his umbrellas.
"Unfortunately, an encore is not up to me. You've been a lovely audience though, so I do have one final gift to brighten up this glorious night." A light snow began falling, though the little white puffs were glowing with a soft light. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander back to where the man had been moments ago only to find him gone. With one final twirl the umbrellas fell as he vanished.
A hush fell over the tent. A shatter could be heard through the silence before cheers and applause burst out for the man who had disappeared before their eyes.
He'd longed for a chance to live amongst the humans and see them marvel at his work, not needing to hide away or be seen only as a sideshow. They could see how magic could help make lives easier, more efficient.
For now though he settled for this circus. He loved it when the onlookers oohed and awed wonders he performed, even if they believed them to be fake. But his favorite, the special act he performed at the end, was just for him. For each show he made a flurry of silvery pink petals that, once they touched an impurity simply faded gray and turned to dust.
They all turned to dust wherever he let them fall, never once had he seen their true magnificence. He couldn't find anyone in this world who could cause them to shine like a brilliant rainbow.
He hoped, maybe one day, that special person who could bring his magic to life would appear. But for now he was here. "Get up boy." The shout made him flinch as his face fell. The mirror wouldn't break over something so simple, but the negativity did send a shudder through his home that made the rainbow of colors overhead ripple and forced him slide from his cloud with a soft frown.
His robe fell around his feet, a white sheer lace beneath a pale blue robe with a sash of silver and navy blue. A simple silver anklet jingled gently as he landed, he never wore shoes except when he was out around the town which didn't happen often at all since the master didn't allow them to dwaddle after their last performance; they always made a quick get away.
Stepping through the mirror he was in a tent with a hammock he didn't sleep in, a small chest with some simple clothes, and a few personal effects he'd collected over the years was pushed beneath the hammock. Pushing the flap open he was instantly knocked back by a sharp slap to his face that sent him falling against the mirror, though he didn't fall back through to the other side.
"Your last performance was a disgrace, ticket sales have never been lower and many left before the end!" Irunia stayed silent, nothing he could say would fix things anyway. When the man didn't continue, though his rant seemed unfinished, Irunia bowed his head just a little.
"I apologize master, tonight I will put on a performance that will outdo my many others." He could hear some coldness behind his soft voice, but the ringmaster didn't seem to care as he stomped off. He rubbed his face with a groan before a soft hand touched his cheek.
"Maybe if he wasn't so boring people would stick around longer, your show is the one people come for and he puts it on last like he's asking for bad things to come to pass." Irunia smiled at the woman's attempt. Aurora was his best friend, she had long honey blond hair and sparkling hazel eyes. He'd never found himself attracted to her, but many considered her to be a beauty.
She was a wonderful dancer who was also a master of illusions and acrobatics. Though her illusions were not real. Just created by machines and some with Irunia's help. She was the only one, aside from the ringmaster, who knew of his magic.
"Thank you, Aurora. I do have a special surprise planned for tonight."
"Oh really? Care to tell?" He could hear her voice piqued in curiosity, but he just smiled as he shook his head.
"It would hardly be a surprise if I gave away the ending." He could hear the melancholy in his voice, and didn't like the sudden worry on Aurora's face, but her name was called and she stroked his cheek softly.
"Stay safe, my love." He watched her go, but once alone his face fell into a frown. He was running out of energy and time. He hoped his show tonight would prove fruitful, no matter what happened it would be his last. He watched Aurora as she spun around silk ropes, her acrobatics stunning as always and her outfit was a pale blue that flared when she spun.
He looked out over rows of seats, as usual they were crowded with few to spare. People watched enraptured as her long brunette ponytail spun as she did. And as she landed, a small flutter of butterflies released, escaping through the open top of the tent.
When she passed she brushed his shoulder, smiling as the lights dimmed to a pale blue. "I know you don't need any luck, so knock them dead." She grinned, he knew she wished it literally, but he didn't have that kind of power. The ringmaster ran through the introduction as he climbed to reach the rope. The light that shone on him as he stood poised at the top wasn't overly bright and made his silvery whisps of hair appear as close to a pale blue as his outfit.
He did a simple turn on the tightrope before bowing gently as mouths opened. Some looked panicked, others looked worried, but there was one who he seen staring at him enraptured. He let himself fall backwards from the rope, his fingers reaching out and catching it to swing himself back around, up into the air and landing on the line.
He couldn't help enjoying the sounds of fright some people let out at the acrobatics. He had never fallen during a performance before, not on accident at least. He slid his hands into opposite sleeves and pulled an umbrella from each with a flourish. He didn't open them at first, instead balancing them and pushing himself up so his legs were in the air.
He lowered his arms before pushing up. A bit of a twirl to his movement as the umbrellas were popped open and he allowed the flower petals to spread over the tent as he landed. He carried out his dance on the tightrope with the umbrellas. He always felt so free and wonderful when he was allowed to be way up high. But his show was nearing its end, and he'd longed for the end.
He spun on the rope, tossing his umbrella's up and a cascade of the silvery pink petals fell. But as they fell they did not turn to dust, instead the colors turned to a kaleidoscope and the petals showed a miraculous cascade of rainbows.
As he fell there were shouts, and screams. But he landed in a kneel, staring at the petals before picking one up and noticing the man who had been watching him before the show was staring at him again, a different look in his eyes as he lightly stroked one of the flower petals. He couldn't hear the cheers and cries for an encore or the deafening clapping of the crowd. Instead, Irunia felt a shock go through his body and he flashed the crowd one last smile as he collected his umbrellas.
"Unfortunately, an encore is not up to me. You've been a lovely audience though, so I do have one final gift to brighten up this glorious night." A light snow began falling, though the little white puffs were glowing with a soft light. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander back to where the man had been moments ago only to find him gone. With one final twirl the umbrellas fell as he vanished.
A hush fell over the tent. A shatter could be heard through the silence before cheers and applause burst out for the man who had disappeared before their eyes.