Dedication: the usual suspects. My Asylum friends, Kay, shana, Darkflame, Myst, you know who you are.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be unless Vince decides to sell them for a couple of shiny Canadian pennies and some high quality pocket lint.
Distribution: my site, Myst's Darkflame's, anyone else just ask.
Authour's Note: There was originally supposed to be a plot behind this, there isn't now, it's just a series of monolouges that struck me in the face. I might try to re-create this universe with a plot and a definate series of events leading to a climax. I just want to integrate flashbacks and work on polishing my dialouge skills. I'm also trying for a darker tone to the entire thing, a reminder if you will. Thanks :)
Mystic Circle (Prolouge/?)
They say that life is a circle, that everything is connected, that God is real. They say that end will come with fire or with ice. They tell tales of witches and sirens and vampires to their children at night And then they laugh when their chldren wake them in the middle of the night, scared of the vampires and monsters of lore. They tell these young ones not to worry, vampires are just stories and monsters are not real. Andtheir children go back to sleep secure in the knowldege there are no faeries, micheavous imps, beautiful and alluring sirens, vampires, and creatures of darkness.
They have forgotten us in their modern world of television, internet, and computers. They have forgotten to fear the vampires, werewolves, and shapeshifters of the night. They have forgotten to fear the magic of the land. They have forgotten about us, but we have not forgotten about them, nor have we forgotten what we once were.
Do not worry; we do not want a war,w e will not take back the night. There are too few of us, and too many humans for that. Once, perhaps, we may have managed to reclaim what, even now, should be ours, when they did not swarm over the planet like a plague, a pestilance, devouring everything in their path, hoping to create a "better life." A better life only for them, however. Their world of glass and steel and concrete is not the world of a siren, of a fairy. It will never be. They have taken something from us, it is something that we no longer have the strength ti take back, so we hide. We hide in plain sight, doing things they expect us to do. Not as the creatures we truly are, but as the humans we have been forcedto become. They see our humaqn faces, constructed with careful planning and diligence. They see what they want to see, what we want them to see.
They say that beauty is only skin deep, we say that humanity is only skin deep. We're all monsters on the inside. Us or them, it doesn't really matter in the end. Don't believe me? Don't worry, few do. By the end though, by the end everyone believes. Go talk to them, hear their stories, get to know the monster on the inside.
Oh, we know we are monsters, monsters the world used to fear. We have been forgotten, but no more. Tell me truly, did you not always think there ws something mysterious about us, something taht sets us apart from the rest the people in your normal, human life. You always knew there were screts in our business, that we ourselves had secrets, now you will know all the secrets of thw World Wrestling Federation or World Wrestling Entertainment. You will soon learn names mean nothing either. Come, the night wanes, it is time.
