The spotlights glared, and Elsie appeared on stage in a puff of purple smoke. For a second, she panicked and thought that they discovered it. Then, remembering the small smoke machine in her pocket, she continued with her act she had rehearsed so many times this past month. She walked up to the ancient wooden table in the middle of the stage and opened the pack of tarot cards and shuffled them absentmindedly. Of course, she was fully aware the hundreds of eyes that stared mercilessly at her. Of course, she was aware that- this being her first show- she would spend another 5 months of training with the junior students if she messed up, and of course, she was aware that if she used her magic- the real magic, not the endless mess of wires and buttons- her life would be forever changed.
The show went on as it was supposed to. Elsie would pick up the crystal ball on the table, did some glass ball moves that she had picked up over the years, and recites a "prediction" ( really just an assignment for ms. Darnby, her English teacher at the academy). Then, she would set down crystal ball and disappear in a puff of smoke.
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Circus Mystycus
ActionElsie has been part of the performance academy- Circus Mystycus- and traveling circus for as long as she can remember. Students there are carefully selected and educated. In the morning, they have their regular classes, and in the afternoon they tra...
