Hold it right there!  I may be an embodiment of evil at the moment, but I have the right to an entry here just the same as anyone else.  Besides, I think that I’m pretty mellow for the ultimate darkness and all that.
     Saliaven has conveniently left out the reason I was put into those balls in the first place.  I wasn’t always evil, as he alluded to; I was on the side of what little good there was left.  I just took things a little more seriously than they did.  OK, so disintegrating that dimensional category was a little heavy since there was only one person there who I needed to get rid of.  Yes, I’m forbidden from killing, but he was being unreasonable.  The critter in question was a class 7 Luwig Von Bowser with roboship and a little wizard.  He was trying to conquer the area that I’d been sent to lock down to the Emerald City and had challenged me to a duel over it.  I was in no mood to trifle with him, and I might have gotten a little excited, since the next thing he knew, not only was he temporally incurred, so was the entire dimensional category around him.
     How else was I supposed to get rid of him?  I tried sending him to the Emerald City along with everything else, but that damn wizard blocked my teleport cone.  I might have lost my temper and resorted to spells that I shouldn’t have known in the first place.  King is overly controlling, though.  Why doesn’t he let more people learn temporal magic, anyway?  I may have been a little rash, but I’m the only one of his minions who was that bad.  And anyway, I just forgot who I was for a moment.  Saliaven would say that I’m unstable, having lost something when I lost my temper.  I guess it was just the pressure that day that drove me to do what I did, and afterwards, it was so easy to try again.  Eventually, of course, I made a serious mistake when I tried temporal magic on Toadstool.  He was rhapsodizing about the glories of the empire, and I snapped and tried to incur him.  I must have been absolutely nuts, since King is shielded from damn near everything at all times.  Incurring him would be like trying to take out the whole dimensioverse, it can’t be done.  The strange thing was that soon after he put me in stasis, something in the machinery shorted, and I found myself freed, and my clearance was still valid.  Something or somebody wanted me on the outside, so I went back to my cohabitation with Saliaven, found our private planet, got on and shot it off into a random sector.  I then left and tried to lay low until someone summoned me back, since I figured that the people on that planet wouldn’t be able to open the right gate until Saliaven showed them.  How wrong I was, Saliaven was there and left before they figured out, and someone had managed to catch my signature before I left.  No idea how they managed that, but the next thing I knew, I’d been pulled through five hundred thousand years after I left, by a couple of brain dead necromancers who had obviously been possessed by a dark writ.  How weak minded.
Author’s Note: Well, that’s about it.  Once again, I got impatient by the end and just finished it off.  I got a lot of inspiration for Saliaven’s past with Marlene from listening to The Seekers, and his past as an agent from myself.  Most of the story of them has yet to be told, really, but I may not bother writing it.  In case I don’t I’ll give the song order, and maybe that can help.