Dance II: The Man with the Colored Mirrors

Under the garb of the handsome Dmitri, lay a necklace, bracelets and bangles, all adorned with mirrors of every color. Larger panes of glass still were under his black garb, a strap over his shoulder, showing all the care and design of a beautiful stained glass window. He walks the streets of night, meditating on his lost wife. He meditates on life and death, of the interrupted cycle. Here in Conrequiat, the cycle has been interrupted.

Within the panes of glass, in his mind, there lies a memory of his past, looking through the window at him, from the eyes of another. From the jade pane on his wrist, shows his mother's eyes watching as the small child cries, hurting from a scrape on the knee... From the amber pane on his necklace, the eyes of Rosanna meeting Dmitri for the first time, as he shyly looks towards her, barely making eye contact... You look beautiful, miss-- He looks away hurriedly. More painful, perhaps, from the midnight blue circle on his bangle, again his mothers eyes, as the young man, still the small child in her eyes. Dmitri limps down the hallway on his crutches, finally showing the pain he is in, believing he is unobserved. The bandages and braces from so many wounds, all obtained from playing the hero... he turns around and smiles shily at his mother, looking through the glass right back at Dmitri...

He stops looking through the glass, seeing from the fire orange pane on his strap the view of some dark creature in the shadows, gazing at him this very instant...

Dmirti now stands with his shirt and jacket tied about his waist, his pale skin covered only by the shards of glass he wears underneath. They have given him warning he is being watched. Continuing towards the darkest regions of the town, he continues to keep watch for any sign of whatever is calling him forth, while the city sleeps endlessly.