Mag's Fall

The darkness was different than it had been before; somehow thicker and more confining than she had remembered it being. So many memories of things passed were never quite the same once returned to. A scream pulled her from her thoughts and back into the moment, where her audience, loyal to a fault, were gasping and crying out. She flashed them all a crimson smile, weaker than she had hoped but effective none the less. Her arms grew heavy as her ears waded past the music and crowd hoping to hear any motion from stage left. She knew her actions would not go unpunished and yet she remained uncertain as to how Rotti could execute a contract on her for a set of eyes she had already removed. Surely he could not risk his name and all he had worked for, by ending her now in front of the masses she had gathered for him. She tilted her head slightly registering a sound from below, strange and metallic. As her world fell out from under her, Mag wondered how Rotti would spin her story in Vanity and Vein come morning and what this would all mean to her only hope of a future, what it would mean to Shilo.