The Circus of Misery: Chapter 1
Chapter 1 written by: Sci
Grammar/spelling check by: Yuzu-chan and RPGCrazed


        A lulling wind sung a soft lullaby as it floated over the rolling hills of Maconner. There seemed to be a slight awe of peace wafting in the dusk air, but all was not well.
        The entire country was under siege, siege by it's own master, Sir Zero Nigh, the leader of this land. He placed military officials at every darkened street corner, every house in the cities were checked for rebels and any indication of resentment towards the ruler. Because of these tight, strict rules, many people became irritated; annoyed at what this tyrant had done to Maconner, their gorgeous country of peace and well-being. Numerous attempts had been made at assassination, but Sir Zero Nigh was closely guarded by burly humans of immense size. It has been said that they aren't human, but some sort of link between humans and apes, the link that was lost from time centuries ago.
        There, in a festival of bright, illuminating lights, were Sir Nigh, and his son, the sole heir to all of his fortune and leadership, Elbee Nigh (accompanied by their guards of course). Elbee, of 24 years of age, stood proud on the podium, arrogant that when he came to rule, all things would sort out correctly. Over, in the first row, was his girlfriend, Yuzra Mariko. She smiled as he waved at the crowd. Soon, Sir Zero stood and began to speak.
        "Ladies and gentlemen, I have come here tonight to announce that my son, Elbee Nigh, will be my heir of power, which, upon my death, he will become ruler of this country and rule justly, wisely, and shall he bring all parts together to form one, an entire union of not only royals and peasants, but of aristocrats, merchants, beggars and thieves. And now, your future leader, Sir Elbee Nigh, wishes to address you all." Zero swallowed and breathed deep, fearing deep in his heart that Elbee would stare, cold, and frozen, during his speech. He closed his eyes and waited for the humiliation to be bestowed upon him. But, it never came.
        Elbee cleared his throat and lifted his head to high level, so as only his chin could be seen from the front row. "As my father addressed, I will become the ruler of Maconner someday, hopefully not soon!" He breathed deeply and smiled when Yuzra gave him a thumbs up sign. Elbee continued on, unfaltering, "But, when that sad day of mourning comes, and I inherit the power that my father had over this land, I hope to accomplish invisible social barriers, where the classes blend and mix to allow harmony and peace grace itself upon us all. There will be no looking down upon of peasants or low-class people, only the total cooperation of the classes. When my days of glory come, I will open them with open arms. Until then, my father shall remain our loyal and uttmostly important ruler." The crowd burst into cheers and applause. Elbee blushed at the reaction the people had; he didn't expect it since his father was such a nit-witted tyrant. Elbee grinned like a cat, devising a scheme in his twisted mind. This "Glorious, peace-loving" Elbee was only a cover-up for the real Elbee, who no one dared defy.

Meanwhile...
        A lady, more or less, a sorceress by the name of Sevena, raced down the empty street, chasing after a stray moomba that got hold of her pet mini-moogle, who was normally perched on her dainty shoulder, watching her work and play.
        "Get back here! Oh!" Sevena yelled out after the moomba. She had work in her armor shop that needed done, she didn't have the time to chase after a wild moomba who thought it funny to take off with her pet. She huffed and puffed as she came to a stop. "You wretched animal!" she wheezed. Something suddenly clicked in her head, the gears were turning. "Aha!" she exclaimed with great energy as she began to chant a spell. The moomba looked confused at what the strange lady was doing and stopped. It dropped the poor mini-moogle it was carrying around, evading the sorceress. Sevena smiled and she picked up her cute pet and returned him to his rightful place on her shoulder. Her mini-moogle squeaked in joy of finally finding its owner. The moomba ran off into a dark alley, disappearing from the light and being engulfed in shadows. Sevena turned around and went back to her shop, passing many market booths, tempted to buy a delicious red apple or a small trinket of little value. But, these things had no meaning other than to entertain, and very little money was available to spare after all taxes and tariffs were paid and food plus necessities were bought and taken care of properly.
        Once arriving at her quaint little magic shop, she turned the door handle and let herself in. The familiar smell of alei liquids and queer vile filled her nostrils. She smiled again in delight. How she loved this shop, it meant the world to her. She promptly sat down at her make-shift desk (which, in reality, was a small table kept level by a pole of spell books), tired from her romp down the street. Slowly, she dozed off, enjoying the fresh air and warm, golden sunshine that radiated from her window.
        A slight click made her awaken; 'Twas was nothing but the sound of her shop door opening and closing. "A customer," she sighed, being disturbed from her nap. A man, perhaps the age of thirty, entered the store. He was tall and lean, he looked as if he could bend a person in two without killing them.
        "May I help you, sir?" Sevena asked quietly. The strange man nodded.
        "My name," he began, "is Geraden Meode, but one may call me Gem. I am looking for recruits for a new resistance faction." Sevena sighed and rolled her large, liquid blue eyes. These factions were nothing but talk; nothing more or less. They promised results, but nothing ever came out; only more suffering to the people. "Well?" Gem asked impatiently. Something seemed a little different about this one; Gem was dead serious, he looked like his eyes could stare a person to stone. Sevena gulped and replied
        "Yes! Sorceress Sevena Traen at your service." The strange, silent fellow that called himself Gem, nodded again, solemnly, and spoke.
        "There is a meeting tonight at the river; be there at midnight, sharp. I do not tolerate slackers." He walked out of the store and left Sevena to tend her business. Sevena didn't know what she was getting into!

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