Wind raced around his body. It clawed at his fluffy hair. No matter what he did it was always messy. He didn't really care though. He thought that the men that combed their hair back and used gel looked like idiots.
One person left the middle of the Show Arena and another entered. All kinds of performances were being done. It was strange. To see people act so care free. Of course they never had someone else watching them at all times.
He tilted his head. Wondering if he was still considered the high level threat he had been all those years ago. The man had been off the radar for awhile. Nobody knew he was here. His magic was kept low and contained.
The person in the bowl started their performance. Nothing really eye catching. That's how most of them had been. Nothing special and beyond boring. Almost as if they didn't practice until a few days before the festival.
Something had brought him here but he didn't know what. It had been some kind of pull. Something drawing him here like his life depended on it. When he arrived the pull got stronger, feeling like it was coming from everywhere around him.
What a coincidence.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome -" he didn't care enough to pay attention to the name. Instead he looked up the sky. It was bright out, and it hurt every part of his skin the sun could touch. Sometimes he hated it, but others he didn't care. His main focus right now was finding whatever the hell had pulled him here.
The person did some kind of dance. Just like the others, they crumbled under the pressure. He looked around the crowd. None of them had spotted him. He sat on a perch made for creatures like dragons. A piece of wood securely stuck to the side of the wall so dragons and other big creatures could watch.
The crowd was huge. Even more people filled the area behind them. Bright colored stalls and the smells of sweet and savory foods called their attention.
What a bunch of damn sheep.
His thoughts were bitter. Yes, certain foods were good and colors were nice, but it was all based around money. Half of the things bought today would be trashed in a week because it no longer worked or broke or people realized it was a scam.
A cloud passed over the sun. It gave him the relief he needed from the burning rays. His hood stayed on his head at all time. That or something he could block the sun with. The cloud was bigger than he originally thought. Then he realized it was because it wasn't just a regular cloud. It was an artificial storm cloud.
He guessed someone would use it for their performance. This one should be interesting. No body had done anything with the environment around them, natural or artificial.
His long arms pulled him closer to edge so he could see the next person easier. A girl walked out, her head down and a slight limp in her step.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome Kadence Hensley!" The speaker announced. The crowd clapped in welcome like it did for everyone. If he heard another 'ladies and gentlemen' he was going to go insane.
The man had tried to leave a few times but that strange feeling kept him in the area. Rain started to drop slowly. A few drops landing on his burning hand. It was cool against the now hot area.
The girl in the bowl folded herself neatly. Something the other hadn't done either. All of them stood or held some kind of ridiculous pose. This girl made herself as small as possible. He wasn't particularly looking forward to watching another dance, but he couldn't look away.
Black hair covered her face as she stared at the ground. Her knees pulled to her chest and arms wrapped around them. Just sitting there she had an effect on him that no one else had.
But why?
Music started. The girl moved along with it. She moved slowly at first. Her arms and hands flowing as if they weren't made out of bones. It had just started and it was already had a more graceful appearance the others hadn't managed.
She stood up. Her limbs unfolding and moving in a way that reminded him of water. The music had an eerie tone to it. Then he realized the limp she had walked into the Show Arena with was part of the routine.
Her body moved gracefully but had that edge to it. It was obvious she was mimicking someone who was hurt but trying to hide it. The music became stronger and stronger. The rain began to come down a little bit harder as she continued.
Then it was silence and no movement. Everyone sat still, unsure of whether or not she was finished.
She wasn't.
The sound of shattering glass came from the music, the girl screamed, thunder made its voice heard. All of it all at once was deafening to his sensitive hearing. Her hands ran over over face. Red being left in its wake. He assumed she had bit down on something she held in her mouth as red began to drip from her parted lips.
She continued. Wiping away the red, acting as if she was fine but hurt at the same time. How the hell did she manage to do that? It was believable and he could tell others thought she was actually hurt and trying to hide it. But something told him she was fine. Nothing about this dance was real.
After the scream her movements became sharp. Like she was being hit and shoved. Every part of him wanted to jump down and protect her from the imaginary threat. After another minute of the dance she collapsed. A gasp came from the crowd.
The music faded and the cloud began to leave. She stood and showed that she actually fine. That it had all been a performance. He knew she spent months perfecting that routine.
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Down With The Government
Fantasy"A young man raised for most of his life in the Underground Arenas has a lot of secrets. He hates any and all forms of authority. He had been dubbed too dangerous to let loose. Even when it didn't seem like it, he was constantly under surveillance...
