[ WP ] You are the Historian , a shapeshifting , immortal being that gives historical figures a push in the right direction .

**Vienna - September 1907. - **The sun would soon come, I knew. 
 But for now the morning was grey and the sky was crying and the city was wet. Cold winds still blew through the empty streets of Vienna and only a few people ventured outside. 
 It was still early when a young man with a large rectangular package under his arm made his way towards the large neoclassical building that was across the street. I just stood there, leaned against the large tree of the park. Watching him closely. He did n't notice me, even de wind did n't notice me. 
 
 I had looked forward to this day for months now. I had meticulously planned this day. 
 Today would be the day, I would make someone famous. Most of the time I could n't make these plans myself. 
 Most of the time I just followed orders. 
 Only the most talented Historians were allowed to alter the flow of time to their own liking. 
 But I would prove myself worthy today and become one of the greats. 
 
 the man would apply to Academy of Fine Arts Vienna today, his talents would be recognised and he would change everything. The guy might still be a kid but I saw a great artist in him. 
 I knew his mother would die this year. Sure it would influence him and his art, 
 but that would only benefit him in the end. I saw it, in my dream. 
 
 I had followed his every step of the way here, made sure he would arrive in time. 
 It was about 200 kilometers from the small town Leonding where he lived to the large city where he would find his fame. I did n't have to manipulate a lot. I might have made a few trains run late, 
 a few cars stop and I even canceled a few accidents. I made a single mother miss her opportunity to find her new husband. *exitus acta probat*; *for the greater good* 
 It would all be worth it. 
 
 But now the moment was there, the big push, I called it to myself. 
 I followed him into the large building at an appropriate distance in the appropriate forms. 
 As a historian you could be anything. The human form is the most comfortable but you make more mistakes. 
 For now i would just be a shadow. I followed him and his paintings. 
 
 He looked around when he entered the big hall of the academy. When he asked the receptionist for the way to the dean ’ s office she happily explained the way. 
 I had made her day by making her two young children sleep in a little earlier than usual so her mood was as great as could be. Nothing would go wrong today. 
 I made sure. 
 
 He made his way to the second floor, two more candidates were before him so he sat down and took a local newspaper and started flipping through it. Not even reading the pages. 
 I needed to calm him down. For a moment i thought just a calming incantation would do the job but i changed my mind. I didn ’ t need him drowsy, so i changed form. I remembered her, I preferred her body over all others. 
 She once a simple young jewish lady in whom i met and used when dealing with the enlightened despot Frederick the Great of Prussia. 
 She had always stayed in my memory. 
 
 I would just have to crack up his confidence a bit. 
 Bit of flirting, bit of laughing and he was comfortable. Humans are so easy to manipulate. 
 *Nothing could fail anymore. * I was almost euphoric, felt the energy rushing through me. 
 But then something horrible happened. Trying hard to keep my human form and, I dropped some of my energy. 
 It just slipped out. A small drop of energy. I tried to grab it. 
 But instead clumsily hit the boy on his leg and I feel some of my magic seep into him. What have i done. 
 I see the droplet of energy i lost fall on the packet of paintings and dissolving through the paper. 
 “ He looks at me, annoyed and angered, something had changed. I freeze. He mumbles. “ oh well what did i expect from a jew ” 
 
 Then the dean opened the door. “ Next one please ” He says briskly “ Hitler, A. Hitler? ”
