"ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ."
From her birth, her destiny was set in stone. But, who's to say that destiny can't be changed?
One spring break, in the lonely town of Hawkins, Indiana a circus comes to cure the inha...
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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FINE FOLK OF ALL BACKGROUNDS AND AGES! Come one, come all to the Regal Circus. I am Ringmaster Everett Alastair and I welcome you all to a show like no other, a show that none can rival." The Ringmaster spoke. As he stood in the biggest ring inside the Circus tent, the magnificent red jacket he wore looked one-of-a-kind and well-made. He was a tall, pale man with light-colored hair and gray eyes. A lively spirit that had struck gold with his shows.
The town of Riverside, California had come to be amazed by the famed acts of the Regal Circus.
You see, everyone had heard of The Ringling Brothers and P.T. Barnum but even they didn't rival Regal. Whenever the Circus came into town, they came with huge tents, trailers, and food stands like they had brought a full fair with them. The whole Circus was massive with plenty to do but, the main attraction was the Circus acts.
They had a full band, fire dancers and regular dancers, tightrope walkers, clowns, horse riders, aerial performers, and trapeze artists. Everything you could imagine but cranked to a hundred. The tightrope walkers wore heels, the horse riders did gymnastics while on horses, and the trapeze performers could be viewed as people who walked into the tent before the show could even start.
While that was great, all anyone asked for was to see the star act of the show. The girl who would set herself on fire, the firebird. The audience wanted to see the stage burn.
While the performers gave their best, the people in the crowd watching the main ring clapped even louder for the announcement of the Ringmaster.
"Now, what you all have been waiting for, I'm proud to present my little fire and child, the astounding fire dancer, Soleil!"
The Ringmaster hurried off as one single spotlight shone down on the center ring, a girl, clothed in a bright red and gold leotard that covered part of her umber-colored skin, matching make-up, and a headdress made of fake flames, a girl no older than eighteen descended from the ceiling hanging onto a golden aerial hoop. Soleil was the Ringmaster's child and while she didn't look like it, she possessed every bit of magic that he did—it's just that it was amplified.
Back In Black by AC/DC played throughout the tent as she looped herself around the hoop, she traveled around the hoop like how a cat waltzed along a thin fence, stretching her body out. That alone was impressive but the audience was waiting on one thing.
Soleil stood up and extended both arms to the side, gripping the hoop. Her eyes ignited with flames and the hoop was now set on fire—the flames didn't do a thing to her, the crowd went wild. Some say it's fake, some say it's magic but what Soleil did was completely real, people just weren't ready for that.
Under her performing smile, the thrills of the Circus died and instead were replaced by the thoughts of an impending tragedy the girl knew would come eventually.
