The Magnificent Hawk
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It was almost nightfall when Clayton had wrapped up business for the day. The business man was of the mind that small local businesses should be given just as much a chance of flourishing as the bigger and more established brands that dominated the market these days. He was no fool when it came to investing, however, even if he was a little more than generous on occasion. Today was one such occasion. A young merchant approached him with a rather unique offering. Magic crystals that could absorb sound frequencies and replay them in an audible format. It was hard to believe, but the young merchant was eager to demonstrate this new product he had to offer. "It would revolutionize music and give talented bards the recognition they so deserve!" the merchant declared proudly.
Clayton was excited to see how this could work. The merchant explained that they worked best when used in a small, well-insulated booth that eliminated exterior noise so as to record only what the bard was playing and nothing else. "I used to use the outhouse at home," the merchant explained sheepishly. "But the insulation was rather poor so it was difficult to isolate the sounds I wanted. However, I bought a new shed which has been considerably more efficient!"
The merchant had brought Clayton around to show him his shed. On closing themselves inside, Clayton was surprised to hear that almost all outside noise was eliminated. "Obviously if there was a commotion outside, that noise would spill in," the merchant admitted. "I find that in the late hours of the night I get the best sound, but I'll give you a demonstration now anyway."
The merchant produced a fist-sized crystal and placed it on a pedestal in the middle of the shed. "You get the best acoustics when the crystal is positioned dead center of the booth," he explained as he picked up a violin. He placed a finger to his slips, gesturing for Clayton to remain silent, before touching the crystal and murmuring a soft incantation. The crystal lit up and the merchant started playing the violin; a popular folk tune that Clayton had heard in pubs throughout town. When he stopped playing, he touched the crystal once more and muttered another incantation. "Now, all you have to do is hold the crystal in the palm of your hand and breathe on it," he said.
Clayton did as instructed and was surprised to hear a close-to-life imitation of what the merchant had just played. The sound was somewhat tinny compared to the genuine thing, but it was still incredible to hear. "This is amazing!" Clayton gasped.
The merchant beamed. "I know, right?" he said with a grin. "I'm hoping to one day be able to use much smaller crystals, for extra portability, but for now this is the best I can do. I would like to record the most talented bards on these crystals so that I can sell them to the general public. Imagine being able to listen to such music in the comfort of your own home, without having to go to the pub all the time! The bards would get their fair share of the profits, of course, but if we partner up we could provide musical entertainment to every household in Arillia!"
Clayton needed no further persuading and immediately fronted the merchant enough money to purchase a more suitable recording environment and the materials to produce larger quantities of these crystals. A contract was drawn up for the conditions of their partnership, signed and sealed by the end of the day. It was a lucrative opportunity to gain better footing in the market by producing something that no other business had even thought of yet. "Make sure you tell no one of this until we secure a good head start," Clayton said.
"Promise," the merchant replied. And that was that, for now.
Clayton was still reliving those moment in his mind as he stepped into his home when he heard the smashing of glass and someone yelling. "Thieves! Stop!"
Clayton narrowed his eyes in the direction the commotion was coming from. It sounded like it was from the jewelers. "Sounds like it's time for The Magnificent Furious Hawk to dish out some justice!" he murmured to himself.
He quickly darted into his house, shutting and locking the door behind him. Running up the stairs while undressing himself, he entered his bedroom to change into his Hawkgear. Stopping for a moment to briefly admire himself in the mirror, he exited his room via the rooftop window he had installed in the property and leaped across the rooftops towards where the shouting was coming from. Leaping down from the rooftop and landing perfectly on one knee, he looked up to address the man who had cried for help. "What is the trouble, good sir?" he asked in a deep and powerful voice.
The man was taken aback by this odd display. "S-Some thieves broke into my shop and made off with hundreds of crowns worth of jewelry!" he uttered, pointing down the road.
"I'll find them," said The Magnificent Furious Hawk, standing up and striking a dramatic pose, one hand pointing in the air. "I'll see that they are apprehended... for Great Justice!"
He reached beneath his cape for his grappling hook, swung it around and launched it into the air, latching the hook onto the top of a nearby building and swung himself off in the direction the jeweler was pointing.
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