Good afternoon friends. Redzuan, or Red to his friends, is another fresh face to Unfinished Stories this week. His entry, finished by a returning Dawn Locklear, is a fantastic tale that will leave you thinking about it long after. Enjoy and see you tomorrow.
“Welcome, welcome!” barked the lanky man as he stood atop his makeshift wooden stage. Within the dark, his shadow flitted about the crowd against light of the torches. He could see the lights of of his captive audiences’ eyes and he smiled from his perch.
“Today is a special day. Today is your birthday!”
The crowd stood motionless. The silence of the room only broken by the sound of the light. He broke forward towards the crowd, a silhouette of stars, stripes and a top hat. Around him trailed his shadow; its tendrils fading from the faces of the crowd and centering upon His person.
“I know you’re confused but have no fear! I am here to guide you.” cooed the lanky man. “You are all here because your people brought you here. They came looking for a better life. I am here to provide a better life for you!”
Languidly he paced across the stage addressing his audience in a choreographed fashion.
“This is a time of transition. You may see my traditions and customs as odd. I may say that about yours but that is neither here nor there.”
He gestured with his arms, marking this moment that the still audience should take note of.
“You are here to make something of yourselves. That’s what your people want. To make new legends of yourselves! You can forget the tragedies of your previous lives. Here, your potential is limitless. It doesn’t matter if you were a pauper, a broken egg or an eyeless witch. With hard work and a little luck, you can achieve anything!”
With a smile he stopped back at the center of the stage. With his right hand, gloved in white, He removed his striped top hat revealing a young clean shaven man. His smile beaming across the audience.
“You may call me Dream!” He boomed,” And I welcome you Ellis!”
In a jolt, his shadow erupted across the ground snuffing out the torches. A slow whirr of carnival music began to play and brightly colored lights began to flicker into existence. What was dark slowly became a silhouette of a city in the distant horizon. Stairs were revealed leading its way from the ground to the same stage Dream stood upon. Behind the stage sat a locked gilded fence that looked to keep people in more than out.
“There is only one rule in Ellis,” Dream stated as he placed the top hat back upon his head. His smile faded into a stern stare fixated towards the audience.
“I am the Mayor.”