Chapter 26: Memories

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These are a summary and some one shots to sum up the year that Klarion wiped from Madison's mind.

Third POV

Klarion pet his cat slowly, a sinister grin on his face as he watched Vandal Savage explain his plans.

Plan plans plans, synonyms with boring, boring, borning. All Klarion could hear was kill the girl, she has too much potential in blue magic.

It was actually slightly interesting that she had somehow managed to swallow a shard of pure blue magic and live. Most human bodies would have disintegrated within hours of consuming that much power.

But this Madison girl seemed to be a exception.

"Klarion? Are you listening to me?" Vandal suddenly demanded.

"Oh yes, kill the girl." Klarion sighed, waving him away.

Vandal growled, "I want you to be discreet. Zatara doesn't know we can pinpoint people born with magical capabilities and I'd like it to stay that way."

"Riiiight. I'll have my fun quietly. Separated from the other kids." Klarion told him sarcastically.

He sighed, "Just get out of my mansion."

Klarion laughed and stood up, teleporting to the orphanage. It was early morning, around three or four.

He didn't even need to go searching for her, because Teekl suddenly hissed, looking up at the roof.

Klarion whistled quietly and all traces of magic used in the area within the last 2 hours lit up. Around me and Teekl was a thick layer of red. A small amount of purple shined through the orphanage windows.

Vandal said not to worry about the small psychic. She was only four and didn't understand her own powers.

On the roof there was a ton of bright blue magical traces. Of course, only Klarion could see them, but if he had human eyes, he would be practically blinded staring into all that light.

It would take a large chunk of energy to have done that much blue bottling, but of course, this girl didn't need to blue bottle, she just made the illusions.

Klarion climbed up the ladder and immediately saw the girl focusing on building an illusion of Batman. It was very impressive, but she was still missing half the body.

Until she was able to complete the image, any illusion of hers that she made of him would not be completely foolproof.

That's where blue bottling got it's name. You could create and work to make good illusions and then store them until a later time. That way whever you make an illusion of someone, it looks very convincing.

If she tried to make an illusion of Batman frok scratch without taking this time to work on it, it would come straight from her memories and might be a little blurry.

"Nice Batman." Klarion told her, walking over.

She yelped and turned around, throwing a fake knife at his face.

Klarion ignored it and smiled.

"Who are you!?" She demanded.

"Klarion. Some call me Klarion the witch boy. I came here to kill you for Vandal Savage." He admitted.

She narrowed her eyes, "Good luck with that."

He laughed, "I don't need luck, I've got Teekl."

Her eyes shifted and widened, as if she was noticing the cat for the first time. She took a step back, her eyes filled with terror.

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