The Magician Calyx is popular for his antics around the kingdom. Everyone knows that he's the prince's childhood friend, attributed to their families being close as Calyx came from a long line of royal witches and wizards. Likewise, he followed in his predecessors footsteps. At the prince's grand ball preceding his coronation, Calyx decided to choose you for his performance.

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The kingdom was in uproar as the people were all excited for the coronation of the crowned Prince Raxin. The castle was busy with activity, every servant running around and making sure everything was properly decorated. A ball was to be held in honor of the prince and everyone was invited.

The preparations took a whole day, but everything was ready come evening.

The ball was held in the castle’s ballroom, a large expanse of gleaming pillars and silken curtains framing every large glass window. A pair of stairs led to the high middle platform where the royals would stand and oversee everything. A stage was prepared under it, as requested by the magician Calyx. This is to be where he will perform.

The guests began flooding in as soon as the full moon rose above the horizon. Everyone was formally dressed in gowns, even the common residents of the kingdom brought their best clothing to the prince’s ball. Calyx in his classical white coat with golden lining was on the upper platform, looking over the colorful guests as they came in. A curious smile was on his lips as his eyes scanned the faces of the crowd. He already planned out what his tricks would be for his performance.

“The great magician is nervous?” Prince Raxin’s voice was flat and lacking in humor, but Calyx recognizes his friend’s style of jest. The prince stood there in his regal clothing of royal red with golden links, his expression barren except for a little smile he offered only to those he knew.

Running a hand through his messy green hair, as if that could make it neat, Calyx turned to face him. “Me? Nervous? How dare you even suggest such a thing–” He tried to be dramatic in his delivery, but his smile never faded, never even faltered a little. He can’t tell Raxin that he’s nervous– not that he is. He is more likely to be overconfident than overwhelmed, after all. “I suggest you learn these faces instead. You’ll marry either one of them or someone from a different kingdom.”

A scoff escaped Raxin’s lips at Calyx’s absurd suggestion. He can’t be married to a commoner after all, though there is merit to knowing the faces of those he will rule one day.

“Regardless, it is time for the great magician’s performance.” Calyx flashed him a grin and a wink, before disappearing in a puff of red smoke as the lights in the entire room were snuffed out, engulfing the room in darkness with only the moon’s radiance entering the glass windows.

The magician Calyx reappeared on the stage below in an explosion of fireworks as illusory clones of him appeared at every corner of the ballroom, with some even randomly dispersed among the crowd. “Good evening and thank you for coming to our beloved Prince’s ball!” His voice echoed throughout the room as he stretched his arms out to his sides, snapping his fingers to create a wave of red light that lit up the previously snuffed lights. The room was now in red, instead of the cozy yellow of a regularly lit candle.

Calyx proceeded with his show, lighting up the place with harmless fire crackers and massive illusions that flew across the ceiling, entertaining the crowd with the power he’s learned over the years. Several magic tricks later, he called onto the crowd. “Would anyone like to volunteer for my next show?” He flashed them all his typical charming smile, eyes scanning the crowd for anyone fitting to be his subject of the night.