“Ahoy me hearties!” bellowed the actor on the deck of the Sulphur Sark. Holding a steel blade aloft he started to swing it around in a figure of eight fashion. He was alone, and knew he wouldn’t cause any damage if he came on board to rehearse.
“Shiver me timbers!” he continued, although now he had the feeling he was being watched. He looked around and saw nobody there, so carried on.
He heard a ghostly voice behind him, and turned quickly, just as the Jolly Roger wrapped itself around him. “Shiver me timbers!” was the last thing he heard.
Elbert Clack was a strange man. Very tall, with a thin frame, extremely pale skin and a long, pointed nose. He had a small chin, deep-set eyes and high forehead, which gave him an even more odd appearance. Jet black spiky hair topped off his novel look, not that anyone would notice.
Dressed all in black, he pulled on a black balaclava and then fed his long, spindly-fingered hands into a pair of black leather gloves. He then put on a helmet and headed to the top of the track and waited to start.
The Persian purred loudly as she was being gently massaged by her owner.
“This is the life” she thought to herself “all I need to do is sit here and purr, and do nothing else. I get fed and watered, looked after, kept warm, and have the run of the house.” She settled herself down. Once again, she purred.
“Much better than last time; Yes, I had all of those people at my command, and owned all of those luxurious clothes and jewels, pyramids and sands, but that was a hard life. Being queen never gave me any me time.”
Everything begins somewhere.
A dream life.
Starweaver’s life began as a dream, and continues as one.
He soars between the stars at great speeds, looking and learning. He’s looking for anything out of the ordinary. He found a planet, our planet, many years ago, and visits whenever he can.
He visits during the night, when his power is the strongest. He uses magic to get his message through to the planet’s inhabitants. Some take note of his message and act on it. Others class his message as just a dream, and quickly forget about it.
This was it: time for her to make her first appearance. Her heart was pounding as she stood backstage. All seats were taken, the house was full. She waited nervously for her name to be announced by the show’s star.
Her name was eventually mentioned. The crowd cheered wildly as the spotlight shone brightly on her side of the stage. She stepped forward, and promptly tripped on a microphone cable that she hadn’t noticed. She fell, head-first onto the stage, ripping the cable out of the speaker system as the magician was giving his introduction.