My name, is Gaston.  Yes yes, technically I'm a magic mirror, although I much prefer to be called by my name.  I am more specifically, a protoplasmic aura biode thought processing generator.  What is that? Oh oh..  Forgive me, laymen, what can you do.... ::sigh::

Well, let me explain.  When his majesty was about twelve years old, one of his magical professors gave his class an assignment.  To reach inside themselves and bring forward to the world, some part of their talent in magic that others could use.  In essence, an extension of one's self, that was separated from the individual and could provide either entertainment or knowledge magically to the user.

The night before the project was due, and not having come up with anything, our hero, the bungling apprentice Azeauro, did what any collegiate prodigy student would do.  He snuck into his fathers liquor cabinet, and inebriated himself.  Much to his own dismay, sometime during that lovely stupor brought on by tequila, he pulled fourth his magical energy, his symmetry....... and lets face  it, his genius.  After all it is *me* he created, correct?. . and voila, here I stretch my obsidian and silver across his laboratory wall.

Floor to ceiling, and wall to wall, I was ..... ::ahems:: a "tad" to large to bring to class.  As remarkable as I am, our boy captain nimwit, didn't make me small enough to fit through the door.  Hence, regardless of my magnificence, he failed.  I suppose its true what they say, when drunk men really do see inches in feet.

And so, Here I am.  Part of Azeauro manifested within a case of obsidian and shimmering silver.  Make no mistake, I "am" him as he was at the time of my creation, I only service as an outward and separate extension, think of me as an evil twin.  I can perform a separate task of foreseeing the future and scrying into the past, while his own little, overtaxed, mind, sees to other things like how to lace his lapel.

It truly is "I" who run the castle and all of his students, he's a nice boy, but, not too aggressive or assertive...... ::lowers voice:: and confidentially, he's uncoordinated.  He's also overrated in department of ..........

Whoops...... here he comes.  Yes, he's a fine fine man!  Talented, gifted, graceful, such a regal gentleman.......

Oh, that wasn't him?  Now where was I?

Hmmm... Oh yes, I remember now, you wanted to see some humiliating past images of the monarch, yes?   Just a moment, this might take a while. . .  seems we have lots of images of Lady Tuli......... for some..... ::ahem hem:: reason.  Heh, no need for you to look at those.......

::the shivering shimmery silver surface blurs them incredibly as it "flips" through hundreds and hundreds of images:::

Eghads, don't tell me he removed them!  Hmmm, sometimes he feels I embarrass him too much and will place a little spell on me when I'm not looking, so that I cant access some of his thoughts.  Pity, those were some rather ripe images, the kind blackmailers pay top gold coins for.  Drat it all, and I was saving those to flash across the ceiling at the hall at the next Christmas party.

Well, I can see I am going to have to find out little boy Faulteroy, and see what this indignity is about!  Perhaps you should return later, for now there is a whole castle for you to look into.

Shoo........... shoo , away with you!