Your name is Gideon Heller.
you grew up in Gardenia. On its streets.
7 years ago. You would've sworn there was no such thing as magic, despite being called a magician yourself.
Able to make most people scratch their heads in confusion with a card trick.
An orphaned magician, cold, alone, and starving.
Then, it happened.
One day, you were performing a magic trick in front of a small crowd when a stranger approached you.
He waited till the end of your performance before making his way up to you.
"Why do you play at these games when REAL power is just beyond your grasp?"
you had turned your head, confused at the stranger's words.
"oh sure. you feel powerless now. But soon you will watch the fear in their eyes. When trained to tap into your power, your fame will spread throughout the universe. You will see the fiercest warriors, flee your presents. Armies brought to their knees- entire nations, crumble at the mere mention of your name. You will know power you would've never known on earth: never again, will you be lost. From now on you will stand with The Light. forever The Light. Only The Light."
as the man spoke, he had continued to advance. At some point, you had begun to back away. But now you're back was against a wall and the man was towering over you. As he leaned in, you could see his face.
it was a skull.
The man was a skeleton! you bit your lip.
Looking back, it wasn't fear you had felt.
it was acknowledgment.
seeing the change, the thing held out a boney hand to you.
you paused for a moment, then took hold of the man-thing's hand and he/it led you away from your old life.
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