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Mercury

A peculiar man he was, his hair white and skin the color of coal, a strange expression would always place itself upon his face. He was a nameless wizard who had suddenly found himself lost in the rapid undertones of the human world.
� � � � �His magic spells began to fail him the longer he spent time there. An abra-ca-dabra would no longer work, instead, hard labour took its place. No longer could a bed appear out of thin air, therefore, the hard cold cement floors took its place. The wizard lost and alone could no longer be a wizard, his only means of survival was to become human.
� � � � �Years drifted by and the wizard had found himself a home, a job, success, a lover. and children but he had somehow forgotten his past, it was almost as if he had popped in out of nowhere, from absolute nothingness. He had everything anybody could ever want but he had something that any human would not bear to have: a forgotten past. Thousands of sleepless nights were spent trying to grasp those small flashes of the distant lands he had travelled to, foreign music was always heard in the background and faces of different shapes and colors would appear - but just as those flashes had came they had gone. The nameless wizard soon fell into despair, spending the rest of his days in bitter melancholy, masked by basic, human happiness.
� � � � �The wizard soon grew old, abandoned by his lover and his children - who left to live their own humane lives. The wizard in his old age still could not remember his name or himself but on his deathbed his life flashed before his eyes. Still, it had only started when he became human. The wizard never did remember who he was was, or his past. But there was one word he had heard seconds before falling into the ultimate oblivion. It was a tiny, almost silent whisper: �Mercury�, said by a thousand people with voices that held longing and pain.