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Magnificent
Legacy Name: Magnificent

The Bloodred Feli
Owner: Mirai

Age: 16 years, 2 months, 1 week

Born: January 7th, 2010

Adopted: 16 years, 2 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 7th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

My life had never been a string of pearls. Unless, lies could be compared to pearls, but if they could, then I suppose that the pearls would be tarnished and cracked with several missing. Everyone has moments where the truth isn't easy to tell, and for some people, there are a lot of those moments. I was one of those individuals.

My home was rather comfortable and sandwiched into a cookie-cutter suburbia. The community was considered much like a paradise. No dastardly acts were ever committed there, and if there were, I never saw any. I was the younger of five siblings. My position as number four was not as attentive as I had wished. The oldest two were twins, and therefore, my parents spent effort for their success in the various financial issues they had as they grew. The third child complained of the lack of funding and attention she had compared to the older two, and mother and father devoted effort to her success. The fifth child was the youngest of the family, and therefore, he received attention and devotion through this notion. I, as the fourth, was passive and passed over.

I had a nonsensical desire to please people. I began practicing magic tricks in order to impress others. I wasn't very good at these tricks, and often times, my clumsiness, lack of motor skills, and poor vision caused me to trip over and reveal everything up my sleeves. It made people laugh though, but if they laughed, it meant that they had noticed me. I was happy.

When I had grown older, I lacked the excuse of my age for my awkwardness. It was like a disease, and it had definitely grown worse over time. I grew taller and thinner with ghastly red bumps decorating my face. My parents forced me to wear thick frames over the beady dots that people called eyes, and they had to be wrapped in duct tape from all the times I kissed the pavement in gratitude of my new cuts and bruises. My skill in magic tricks had remained the same as they were in third grade.
My older sister, Three, was a goddess in high school society compared to me. Often times, I would catch her having various 'friendly activities' with a multitude of men, and in exchange of a code of silence on these activities, she agreed to allowing me the privilege of attending a Valentine's Day party as her chauffeur.
After some time spent in the solitude and confinement of the car, I became curious and wandered into the establishment of this celebration. I remember the smell of alcohol blanketing the place with a dash of cigarette smoke. I couldn't see through the dancing bodies where my sister was. I could barely hear anything over the blaring stereo system. My equilibrium became gargled, and I felt myself drifting off into confusion. I stumbled over an object. The tiled floor of what I assumed to be the kitchen had been seething in envy of my kisses to the pavement. I heard a muffled yelp when I shifted my body to stand. My foot had landed upon the unfortunate hand, and as if to add more to the dilemma, I fell again. The yelp became quiet laughter. When I straightened my glasses back on my face, I saw a very brief hint of a real smile on a young woman's face, but then it turned into a very real frown. Then I couldn't see anything besides thick locks of brown hair and her hands that covered her face.
"Don't look at me. Go away," she moaned. She squeezed herself more into a corner, resting her head upon her knees. The girl had a hard time trying to stop crying. She took sharp intakes. I saw a hazel iris peek at me from its eyeliner prison, and she seemed to hiss over the music, "Go away! Leave me alone!"
"No," I responded.
"Huh?" It was as if she were struck by something. She uncurled rapidly from her stance with a confused expression on her face. Eyeliner ran down her tanned cheeks and had smudged upon the fabric of her skirt and white blouse. Her lips were full and a dark red color. Powder traces showed that she had tried to cover up her own few blemishes on her heart-shaped face.
"Umm... I-I.. umm.." I thought over the consequences and solutions to this problem. I flung my wire-like arm towards her as if to assist her in standing. This dislodged the folding bouquet of fake white roses from my sleeve. The petals tickled her nose and caused her to collide against the corner as a reaction.
She smiled and muffled a laugh with her fingers. The next thing I knew was a harsh sting on my face, and then she squeezed herself out of the space and walked away.

Three scolded me in a drunken slur with her bra strap hanging perilously from her shoulder. I couldn't decipher her words very well. I knew only that the girl I had encountered was named Claudia. Three admitted reluctantly that she was very pretty. She mentioned that the girl could be rather blunt in conversation and was thought to be incredibly rude. Claudia was also known to be difficult to please.

I took Three's statement as a challenge, instead of a wasted attempt. I began devoting myself more and more to studying magic. That accidental trick of mine had made Claudia smile slightly after all. If I bettered myself, I could surely please her, despite my advanced case of awkward disease and lack of finances.
I never knew when I would be able to see her again. I always prepared myself for her arrival in my poor vision. I kept a constant fake bouquet of flowers in my sleeves and cards in my pockets. I found myself falling into a trap. My allowances were spent upon various magic books, and my time was devoted to constant practice.
Whenever I did see the slender girl wandering the hallways, I was always too nervous to approach her or interrupted. My tricks seemed to fail, no matter how much time I spent at them.
When we had graduated, I continued my pursuit. I enrolled in the same college as her and began again. She seemed to roll her eyes and groan whenever she saw me, but I always caught a hint of amusement in her voice when she asked, "What do you have up your sleeves this time, Matthew?" I would stammer and be unable to respond, dropping all of my hidden objects. Claudia would hand the tricks back to me and walk away.
At one point in her life, Claudia was dating a football star. The campus referred to him as Brett the Brick. He, in turn, referred to me as the 'little magic bitch that was going to get his ass kicked'. He agreed to his word. I was pummeled often, but I was used to the bruises and force caused by cement. I wasn't bothered by the obstacle and continued forward, even if I had to limp.
Claudia seemed to be increasingly upset. Every time she saw me, she would speed up her pace to avoid me and my bundle of jokes and tricks. The hint of amusement I had seen faded, and when I appeared before her with crutches, she began sobbing. "Stop it! You're so stupid!" she screamed at me one day.
"Please.. I promise that this one will be a winner today," I responded, trying to smile through my pain.
Claudia quit school and left for a big city to live with Brett after he had received a better scholarship. She never said goodbye to me.
I became very depressed without Claudia. She had been the only female to have ever been remotely kind to me. I spent my time studying law in solitude. I sold my tricks and gag items. They were useless now. The only thing I had kept was that trick bouquet. It gave me some sort of nostalgic comfort. I never seemed to leave campus. I thought that if I stayed there, she would realize her mistakes and wander back, but on graduation day, I didn't see her face among the crowd.

I met her again inside the courtroom. I was in the audience, continuing my studies further. Claudia was like stone in her testimony. Her voice was monotone and almost silent, but I could tell that she was lying by the way she pulled her long hair back with her fingertips. She appeared to be sadder and drained of the life she once had. There were even hints of bags under her eyes, purple against her pale face.
The case had been of illegal drug possession. The defendant was NFL running back Brett Nelson. His wife, Claudia Nelson, provided key testimony for the defense. He was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for his disruptive behavior and offense.
I followed Claudia outside of the court building. She had begun to pull a cigarette out of her purse. When she began searching for a lighter, I held out my hand to take the cancerous stick away from her mouth. The bouquet unfolded from my sleeve and tickled her nose. And that was when she wrapped me in an embrace and sobbed on my shoulder.

I remained by her side as she struggled with her husband's imprisonment. She visited him during the weekends, and on one weekend, her voice became cracked upon my phone. Brett had committed suicide within his cell.
My greatest wish in my string of lies was that I could make her happy again. Claudia lost her appetite and teetered on the edges of insanity. I moved into an apartment with her. After I had worked, I would find her shivering in a blanket each day. She never seemed to respond, and occasionally, I would hold her against my chest. She'd listen to my breathing and become calm during her fits. She was a broken doll, but I loved her more than anything, even when she called a dead man's name.
I felt the desire to marry her as if that would restore her life. It was a secret pleasure of mine as well. Our wedding was small and secluded in a tiny church. We had lost contact with our families long ago, and therefore, no one attended.
She wore a dress of dazzling white that I had bought her. Its gold accents only seemed to drain her more, however. The seamstress had to make many adjustments for it to fit her ghastly frame. Her long hair was in a beehive of curls upon her head. When Claudia walked down the aisle, she fell and used a pew to steady herself. When she spoke her vows, it only came out in a quiet whisper.
That night, Claudia began having another fit again. She coughed up a large amount of blood and mucus and shook vigorously in the bed. She had trouble breathing, and her body was incredibly hot with fever. I had to tie her down to keep her from receiving broken bones or a concussion. Claudia screamed throughout the night.
I read from my books of magic and came across a passage in one. It was a passage known to restore and retain life. I was at the brink of insanity at that moment. I needed.. I needed.. something to fix the screaming. To fix her pain. To make her love again.
She stopped her struggling almost instantly. The screams were silenced. She lay still. Claudia was beautiful again. She, beautiful and unobtainable by mere mortals. She was a magnificent angel. She laid upon the red sheets with her hands folded across her chest. Her eyes were closed. And there was a soft smile across her lips.
My wish had been granted. Though I had suffered and endured greatly for her love, I finally held her heart in one hand. I held a knife in the other.

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