Amongst conjurors who manifest metals from air, illusionists who wield the invisible and intangible, and wizards who bring floods and landslides, something stirred within me. Thankfully, I found a gentler means of practising my art. I now toe the line between feeding the insatiable hunger of my master and handing brollies in the shadows to those in the storm. They say my brethens take back umbrellas when it rains. I try to correct that, although I am but one apprentice. You might not be allowed to stand under my ella, but I will try to give you one.
As a saving grace, at least my team has a special name. It literally has the word Special in it. And we are like Ninjas in the organisation: we handle the problems others can't or don't want to deal with, we can administer pretty lethal forces to our opponents, and nobody in the organisation knows what we really do. Pretty cool eh? And I try to give out umbrellas.
Alas, I am still in the dark side. During a walk in the park, an oracle told me that in order to save myself, I need to find The One with a little bit of devil in her angel eyes and who's a little bit of heaven with a wild side. Someone who can connect and compliment, who can make us both better.