We’re going back, back to the medieval (19th century) times where Stephen was forced to perform for royalties. He was good with what most call black-magic and others called it illusions. Though Stephen was really used for whatever purposes were needed. Who would Stephen be to you?
A jester was what Stephen was. Wearing spandex and a tight shirt that was a royal red. He wore a star looking collar that draped over his shoulders and went half way down his chest and just below his shoulder blades with silver bells attached to the tips. A red hat that split into five, though they flopped on all sides as they stopped just below the rim of his hat, silver bells were attached to the tips. His hands and feet were bonded with chains, only long enough to comfortably move about.
Stephen easily captured the courts attention with every movement he done and every trick he pulled. Pulling out small glass balls as he swirled them threw his fingers as they gave a faint glow, but in reality the soft smoke around the balls just made it seem so. Lifting them above his head as in a fast gesture he smashed them against the ground causing smoke to arise. The dragon like form that came from the smoke captured the audiences attention so he could slip away unseen. “And that lady and gentlemen was Stephen.” said Shimei master of Stephen. While Shimei’s men collected the money from Stephen’s performance.
Hearing the applause Stephen thought he had done really good, but as soon as he came out he was attacked by Shimei’s men as they pulled the chains around his wrist tighter as they grabbed his arms roughly. Grunting from the discomfort and pain. “Ow… stop it you’re hurting me!” Stephen proclaimed. Dragging him along as he tried to keep up with them. He didn’t understand, he had done what they had asked him… and didn’t mess up this time so why… why were they being so rough? He was thrown into the cage roughly as he twisted his body around as he looked at the guard who threw a bowl of slop at him. “Wait! I did good!” he declared as the cage door was closed. They walked off as they closed the door making it dark.
Jinx nudged him from behind as his tail wagged as he was happy to see him again. “Hey boy…” Stephen said gently as he started to stroke his companion. He felt around for the bowl until he found it. “sorry boy… Guess it’s slop tonight again.” he said as he took a handful before he gave it to his dog. He had found Jinx when he was only a pup on the side of the road. He was aloud to keep him but he had to feed him with what he got, though he made sure his dog was well fed. Once in a while Stephen would bring him out for show, as he’d taught him tricks that no other dog could possibly do. Jinx was well groomed and well fed. His chocolate coloured coat with a rust twist colour to it gleamed in the sun. he had a black and white collar that had silver bells on them so they too jingled when he bounced around. Jinx was small only coming up to Stephen’s knees. “Come boy…” Stephen said as he patted his lap, Jinx obeyed as he placed half his body on him as he laid himself down loving the feeling of his masters hand stroking him. Finally Stephen was able to sleep, he wasn’t sure how long he was asleep for or how much ground they made but the sudden light woke him up. His jump woke up Jinx as he sat up as his ears pinned up against his head as he looked at the guard who opened the cage. “Alright get out.” he demanded as Shimei was standing there as well. Slowly he got out as Jinx followed as he stayed right by his side as he sat down as he done so.
“We’re invited to the palace from the Emperor himself, he wishes for us to play at his banquet.” he said as he looked Stephen up and down. “I want you to practice while we’re moving, you know the routine. You’ll have to work harder and last longer as this banquet lasts a long time so you’ll have to perform longer.” he said as he turned as he started to walk. “You promised me as long as I do good I’d be able to sit in the carriage as well as being treated better… so far everything you promised me hasn’t followed threw.” Stephen said boldly. Shimei looked back at his slave as he looked away. “Very well.” he said as he never broke a promise that he had made. Stephen smiled as he walked Jinx following close as they both jumped into the carriage. Stephen sat on the seat while Jinx laid down at his feet. For now he had to think of ideas to perform how long he could perform it before the crowed got board then how many times could he repeat one… he didn’t take his day off like was promised as he’d use it when it was worth it… so grabbing a parchment as he started to jolt down some ideas. He was going to use Jinx this time for some and for others he’d have him do side tricks so he wasn’t just standing. For some odd reason… he had a good feeling about this one. He had a day to think of what he wanted to do and three days to practice and one day of rest so he could perform the next day.
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