I stepped further back into the shadow of the black drapes, although no one would see me, hidden in my perch in the back of the theater. Lifting a spy glass to my good eye, I took in the stage and waited for the performance to begin.
Opening night was the highlight of the theater, a fresh performance with exotic dancers and throaty singers giving a parody of life. I cared naught for such amusement, but I needed one of them for my plans. A singer, a strong one, to carry out my will.
Hiding my loneliness and pain was no longer an option. My patience had run dry, forcing me to act. My song was ready, all I needed to do was find a singer, cast a spell, and the rest would fall into place.
Aside from whispered prayers, they’d forgotten me, the one who haunted the tower, who brought chaos and terror into their lives. I’d returned in secret to haunt their steps, to make them realize that all along, this place was mine. I was its master, and it was time to take my freedom.
The first song began, the dancers swayed on the stage. One caught my eye, hair as dark as a raven with long limbs, accenting graceful movements. She was too far away to see clearly, yet her movements made her stand out from the others. While she danced in sync, her eyes darting about the stage, causing her to miss a step or two. I wondered what drew her attention, and why she was not as dedicated to the dance as the others. Wistfulness twisted through me. If I were a normal human, like the lords and ladies who filled the hall, I’d go up to her after the performance, introduce myself and woo her.
Not tonight for my purpose transcended the mundane, and I needed a singer, not a dancer. Still, watching her eased the ragged edges of pain that plagued my soul and increased my resolve. I would move heaven and earth to earn my freedom and a chance to live life, like the humans. . .