“You ever feel like someone's controlling you?”
Kermit the Frog* #quote
CJ could be coming over this weekend, and this weekend he and I
could be heading to do a Pokemon tournament. But instead of doin' the
cards we'll playing the video game. So I've got to train a team of
the little creatures in time. And just like in the card game my plan
for victory is a little wacky. I am an enigma of shenanigans! Fear
me!
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Magical Politics
Senator Dalimion shook his hand with the large clawed ones of
Tealscale, the representative of the Dragonlands. Dalimon smiled so
wide that it appeared his grin stretched off his face and to his
pointed ears. As any politician should, the elven senator learned to
force a smile in any situation.
He found dragons to be the most disgusting and vile of creatures.
He wanted to vomit as he bowed politely to the dragon representative.
He didn't think the thing should be allowed to wear the red robes of
diplomats.
But he needed to make a deal with them. Like he made a deal with
zombies of the world of the undead. Like he made with the goblins.
Like he made with the humans. He cut whatever deals he needed or
wanted to. And he would put whatever expression he needed to do it.
He would lie and double cross. But he never got caught. A brilliant
propaganda department, er, publicity department in his political
party made sure that all messes cleaned up nicely. Like over
bleaching clothes everything could look cleaner after the propaganda
team got done with it. Though also like with over bleaching clothes
whatever was underneath tended to be destroyed.
The deals would sometimes help the elven lands, often help his
party, and sometimes line his own pockets with money. He spent many
years cutting deals under the direction of his party, doing as he's
told, until he retired from the life of a politician.
While hiking one day he saw an elf, just like him, but with a much
lower status with a much less fake smile on his face painting a
landscape of the hills. At that moment Dalimion realized he couldn't
smile a real smile and he felt strings all over his body. Strings he
never noticed. They no longer tugged at him as much since he
retired, but they were the strings the party he worked for tugged him
with as they used him as a pawn to cut deals to serve the lobbyists
and political interests.
The elf could not smile a real smile, but he could frown. And as he
watched the free painter he did. Retired Senator Dalimion wondered
what spell took his life away.
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