A/N: I've been typing like crazy to get these all up, considering I couldn't exactly type them on my hiptop (little buttons, big thumbs) so ignore the shortness of some of these. I'll try to keep the AN's to a minimum for the next few so I can write them faster. That you all for being so patient with me!


January 8th, 2010 – Illusion

I was slowly becoming a master of illusion.

All magic is smoke and mirrors, human and Jellicle alike. What powers I had, they weren't normal, but they weren't as special as everyone makes them out to be.

In the dark of night I was an entertainer, throwing about lighting and loud crashing sounds, in the eyes of them. In my eyes a lie; a falling trash can with a loud metallic clang, a simple trick of the light. I did not control lighting, or appearance or disappearance. I changed what they saw, and as the crowds cheered at my prowess I would cringe inside, knowing I was doing little but deceiving them for my own gain.

But what did I gain? I gained a reputation; I received admiration but nothing that was really me. I became loved for what I could to, not for who I was. It would always be this way, with all magicians alike. We would be a pawn to the world, a lifeless form for amusement and use, but never to be seen as a being. It crushed me inside.

But ever the magician I kept the smile on, tricking my followers into believing all was well.

I was the master of illusion, for even my smile was little more than smoke and mirrors.


Poor Misto. Just a look into how he feels. Review, if you please!