The Masks

I sat in front of the mirror. Merlin gave me space. I often did this. I studied my features, curtains drawn, and head held high. Who would I be today? I could wear many faces. The diligent daughter, the cold soldier, the ambitious pupil. I had been all these people for Puck before. He had met many of my masks over the years. I settled on what I preferred to lean too. The emotionally distant killer. Cold, but efficient. It wasn’t the same as the mindless soldier. Soldiers were meant to look imposing and just take orders. I did so much more than that. I had to think on my feet, and keep a cool head. I was more skilled than any soldier. I could do what couldn’t. I could hide any wear. Even in plain sight. A soldier or knight in in uniform couldn’t do that. They were meant to stand out. I was far more versatile. My skin turned the pale white I normally picked. My hair turned gold. My lips red, and my eyes sharp. My features were strong, but not sharpe. As if inviting, almost. It was if my body was a black canvas for me to paint however I wanted. Like my familiar changed as did I. Into anyone I wanted. That made me valuable. Not including the many predator forms I could take. Any animal I could imagine. I was room of many costumes. I studied my face. Making sure it was to my liking, but there was something wrong with my eyes. They were too… dark, despite the light shade blue gray they were now. I shook my head. I was turning poetic. 

“Come on Merlin.” He’ll be here soon.